You've known Feliciano for a while now, but haven't seen him in years. You finally had decided to visit him by traveling to Italy. You and Feliciano have been talking to each other over the interwebs quite frequently since you told him you were going there to catch up with him. You both decided that you'd meet at the airport in Milan.
As the plane began to slowly land you became very nervous. What on Earth would you even say? You don't want to be boring around him, but you have never been great at making conversation. You peered out to see the huge airport. You're eyes widened, hopefully he looks exactly how you remembered him. You got off the plane and went to the baggage area to pick up your green bag and your suitcase. Not too far away you heard a "Ve~" and it sounded quite familiar. You gripped your bag tightly on the Velcro handle and take a deep breath. That might be him.
And it was Feliciano. You recognized his amber eyes and auburn hair, not to mention the curl that stuck out on the side. You never knew what its purpose was though, and never questioned it. You walked at a slow pace towards him and he ran towards you with his arms wide open to greet you with a hug. "____! I've been waiting for you!" he pulled away, smiling and studying your expression. "I am so excited! Are you hungry?" he asked.
You glanced down at your stomach, remembering how hungry you were on the plane. It didn't seem that way now, but eating would be nice. You half-smile back. "Sure! Where do you suggest we go?" you ask.
Feliciano snapped his fingers as an idea popped in his head, similar to a light-bulb. "Ve~ How about Pasticceria Castelnuovo? It's really good!" he said. You nodded in response, and loosened the tight grip on your bag to a regular hold. He walked along side of you out of the airport.
You put your bags and suitcase into the trunk of his car and you both got in the car. Feliciano drove to the restaurant. The ride was silent on the way there, which was quite unusual, since you remember Feliciano being very talkative. When you arrived at the restaurant, you were greeted by a man named Lovino, but Feliciano rushed up to him and pulled him into a hug. "Fratello!" Feliciano cried.
Lovino pushed him off and muttered something. "Mind if I join you two?" he finally looked your way. "Oh. Who are you?" he pointed, you found it a tiny bit rude in the tone he was talking in.
"______." you answered.
Lovino looked from Feliciano to you, then back to Feliciano. "Is this her?" he asked, Feliciano nodded. Lovino chuckled a bit. "Okay, I'm Feliciano's brother. Sorry for the rude greeting." he mumbled.
"It's alright." you said. At least he apologized. Sort of. Lovino watched Feliciano walk inside, and when you were, Lovino grabbed your shoulder. "What--"
"Wait a minute." Lovino said. You looked up at him. "You do know, don't you?" he asked.
You shrugged. "What? Know what?"
Lovino sighed. "My fratello...is acting strangely today. Ever since he knew you were coming. He even borrowed some of my clothes. And now, he's still acting weird." he paused. "You know why?" he studied your face.
You gulped. "W-why?"
Lovino's mouth twitched into a smile. "My fratello likes you. Maybe even more." he said, then turned to face the entrance of the restaurant. "Now, shall we join him?"
You didn't think Feliciano liked you, but he was acting weird. Maybe Lovino is right. "Um..sure." you said shyly.
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After dinner, Lovino had left early to leave you two alone. Feliciano was watching you the whole time, mesmerized by your features. Finally, you brought it up. "Feli?" his nickname, "Why are you staring at me?" you asked nicely.
Feliciano's mouth shaped into a tiny "o" and lifted his head which had been resting on his hand. He smiled after, "Oh! Sorry, it's just..."
"Just what?" you asked.
A blush grew across Feliciano's face. "Y-you're beautiful." he said quickly.
You felt yourself heat up and look away shyly. "O-oh." you said.
Feliciano took your hand shakily and kissed the back of your hand. "Today was a great day," he said against your hand. With your other hand you brought it beside your mouth in awkwardness. "May I?" he asked, you weren't sure what he meant, but you nodded. He moved his hand to your cheek, caressing your face gently as if it were the most precious thing in the world. He paused, looking deeply into your eyes before leaning in and pressing his lips softly against yours. You kissed him back, your heart pounding so hard you felt that even he could hear it. He pulled away slowly but kept his hand in place.
"Bella mia." he said. Your eyes widened, you knew what he meant. He realized you did too and moved his hand away in shyness.
{Ending it here because I have no idea what else to put.}
