GerIta--Let us~

Part 13-Keep the Fluffiness on!

Ludwig heard the sobs of the small Italian in the other room, and put an outstretched hand to his forehead. How could he have not gotten? Of course he liked him, he did from the start. He bent the left corner of the page slightly, to make a bookmark, and stood up. He sighed as he stepped up to door and laid a hand on the handle. When he opened the door, Feliciano yelped and dove under the covers. As the German walked in, Feliciano popped his head out from under the covers, exposing only his shoulders. "Are you...okay?" he was asked. The Italian nodded, wiping a tear from his cheek. "I-I thought you didn't even like me, though!" he blurted. "I thought you were just helping me 'cus you felt bad!" He remembered that, and felt his eyes becoming hot again. He felt something wet roll down his cheek, and pushed his face into the pillow.

The German sighed, and looked at Feliciano. "Of course I like you. I have no reason to not like you, do I?" The Italian's head slowly stopped spinning, and he looked up. "I guess not..." he mumbled. He shifted himself out of bed, and stood up. Ludwig blushed and averted his eyes to the ground. "I suggest you get dressed and pack up. We should leave to see your family soon." he received a nod from the Italian, and left the room. The German sighed to himself, "Italians are weirder than I had thought..." In the other room, the Italian was packing his things, smiling, thinking of his older brother. He remembered Lovino, Antonio, Francis, everyone. He picked up the telephone in the room, calling Lovino's house ahead of time.

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Taking a cab, Feliciano and Ludwig were driving to the home of the Italian's elder brothers home. Feliciano shifted uncomfortably in his seat, twiddling his thumbs. He would occasionally hum, or look out the window at the trees. He shifted again, crossing his legs and trying to relax by sitting back. Ludwig, who was reading, looked up at him and frowned. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly. Feliciano looked up slightly, then back down at his feet. "I'm just wondering if anyone has changed...what if my brother  is different? What if they don't like me anymore like they used to?" he uncrossed his leg and sat with his elbows on his knees.

The German sighed, and smiled lightly. "You'll be fine." he said. "I don't think they will dislike you . Besides, you're the happiest, nicest, most adorable person I've ever met. I think anyone could like a person like you." He went back to reading his book, hiding a small blush that dusted his cheeks. Feliciano heard this, and felt a pang in his chest. His cheeks went red, and he just sat there the whole time until they arrived.

As they were getting out, Ludwig tipped the driver, and he looked up at the house. It was no big, elegant house, but It was beautiful. It had a small pond nearby, patches of flowers on the lawn and garden, and birds resting on the thin branches of a cherry tree. Feliciano, taking no notice, ran down the stone path up to the house. Ludwig took a moment to admire the flowers, then walked up to the door as well. Feliciano knocked his hand against the small door in what sounded like an Italian tune. The door was almost immediately answered by a smiling, tan young man. "Oh! I've missed you Feliciano!" he automatically thrust out and hugged the Italian. He glanced at the man next to him, and stopped hugging. Ludwig stuck out a hand, saying "Nice to meet you, sir."

 He was soon overtaken by the young Spainyard hugging him. "Any friend of Feliciano's is my friend!" he said happily, ending the hug. 'Clingy people...' the German mumbled to himself. He was let inside along with the Italian, and there was another Italian sitting at the table. There was also a Frenchman in the kitchen, making cakes and what not to celebrate seeing him again. Feliciano smiled at seeing his brother, and leaped on him, hugging him next to death. The southern Italian cursed, and did his best to push his younger fratello off. Failing, he sighed in defeat as a smiling Feliciano hugged the air out of his lungs. The German stood awkwardly as the rest reintroduced and reminisced. The young Italian remembered him, and ran to introduce.

((Yo broskis! Comment on what you thought of it and give me ideas on what to do next! I'm in a writers block~))