And the history books forgot about us, and the bible didn't mention us. . .

He told me that my hair was red, and came into my bed.

Even though Ludwig loved Feliciano, he was kind of a downfall. Though he did love him first, ever since he was the Holy Roman Empire, Feli would sometimes deem himself as a fool. It wasn't like he tried to be so bad; he couldn't help it. Feli was just kind of lazy, and he loved to slack off. He also loved girls, singing, pasta, and cats. Those damned cats; Ludwig always preferred dogs. 

Of course, Ludwig was never good with words; he had written many letters, he had sang many songs to describe how he felt towards this Italian. He could never show this boy, for the German had many layers of fear, and rejection. Besides, this boy flirted with every bella within sight. It was madness as to how many times he was caught talking to girls, not to mention the amount of times he was rejected and yelled at. Ludwig's brother, Gilbert, was a different case. Gil could go up to any person, and confess his love for them. That's how Gilbert found his little birdie, Matthew Williams. That strange Canadian wouldn't even know what hit him. 

Feliciano knew he was a downfall, but yet Ludwig would stay with him. It was a miracle, really. Feli knew he had to drive this German crazy at some points throughout the day; he never did show it, though. He knew that he was hard to handle, and that nobody could really love him, but he tried to make it easy for Germany. 

It was a long day done of training, and the two men were getting ready for bed. It was an average day for them, and it was even more normal for them to sleep in the same bed. Feli couldn't help it, he got anxious sometimes during the night, and needed someone to help him sleep. Lovino used to be the one to sing Feli to sleep,  but ever since he met Antonio, Ludwig was the one to put this boy to sleep. 

Feliciano could also record the night they had their first times. The first kiss, and many more firsts to come. Feliciano went to bed pretty early this night, which was pretty weird, even though he did love to sleep. He was almost off to sleep, when he felt a rumble in his bed. Italy turned over, blinking hazily, to find Germany was looking right at him. 

"Lud?"

"I've never really noticed how red your hair is before."

"Reall-!" Feli was distracted by a pair of firm lips on his. The Italian smiled into the kiss, finally happy this was happening. Ludwig rested his figure on top of the smaller male, shaking slightly. 

Feliciano could remember that night perfectly. However, he always knew. . .

You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first~.