GerIta: Royal to Loyal

Chapter Seven

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! IS ANYONE STILL READING THIS?!

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That smile was gone as soon as it came, but the feeling lasted.

"Ve? Ludwig, you just smiled!" Feliciano laughed.

The feeling became stronger. He blushed.

The day ended with a football game since it was the only physical thing Feliciano was good at. It was a tied game but a fierce one nonetheless that left both of them tired.

"Ve~ I'm-a so tired but I don't want to skip dinner... I'll make us some-a spaghetti.." Feliciano mumbled before falling, though Ludwig caught him.

"Zhat's zhe zecond time today.."

The Next Morning

"Birdie! Jou stay here and guard zhe castle vhile I go check on Vest!"

"Gil, you can't go alone! You're a king and it's dangerous!"

"I can and I vill. Guards," King Gilbert took off his crown and crossed his arms over his new casual white shirt, "take care of Birdie. I'm gonna see vhat kind of probably unawesome chick Vest has picked up!"

Upon his unexpected departure, he was offered many gifts.

"King Beilschmidt! Please accept this wurst!"

"King Beilshmidt! Have our finest beer!"

He rejected all of them. Even with the bluest color contacts in they could still see his awesome albinism. When he crossed into Austria, then Italy (I did forget Austria before because I'm stupid) , he received stares from many, many people. He didn't mind, though. His ego was much too high to let anything get him down.

He marched into Italy, looking for a certain house.

"Ludwiiiiiiiig!" A panicky voiced called, followed by a thud nearby.

Gilbert followed the noise until he found the source. A young man with a strange piece of hair sticking out from the side of his head was on the ground crying.

"Vhat do ve have here?" Gilbert asked, crouching down in front of him.

"No! Not another German! Fratello's going to-a kill me!" He whined.

"German?! Psh! I'm not a German, silly. I'm awesomely Prussian!"

The young man stopped crying. This man seemed fun, and he hadn't met him yet. He stuck out his hand and grinned. "Well, I'm-a awesomely Italian! My name is Feliciano Vargas!"

"Gilbert Beilschmidt," he smirked and shook his hand, "king of Germany."

Time Skip

Ludwig opened the door to Feliciano's house. "I'm back.."

"Yay!" Feliciano greeted his friend with a hug.

Ludwig pushed him back and blushed. Woah. Since when had this been a thing? His heart beat like crazy and he felt that feeling all over again. They were going to need to have a talk later.

"Hey! Ludwig! Are you listening?"

Ludwig's gaze shifted to Feliciano on the ground with this foot in a cast. Crutches were on both sides of him, but he smiled brightly.

"Oh, sorry. I spaced out. Start over, please." Ludwig mentally face-palmed, helping his friend up.

"I-a was picking tomatoes earlier but then I saw this reeeeeeally cute kitty stuck in a tree! So I went up there and I-a was about to save it when this-a really cute girl walked by and I-a had to say-a 'ciao' but when I did I fell down and broke my foot!"