I'm here. (GerIta One-Shot)

The Italian flinched when the load bang of the door echoed across the house. Tears collected in his eyes a few seconds later after hearing the sound of the German leaving.

Feliciano didn't remember how it happened. It started off to what they would have for dinner, then a disagreement about they should have, then Ludwig storming out.

'It was just a little spat,' A voice in his head comforted him as he got up to make his pasta. 'It happens with most lovers. He'll come back soon enough.'

Brushing off his tears he began finding the pots for his precious pasta. Ignoring the guilty/lonely feeling collecting at the pit of his stomach.

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The small Italian shuffled into the warm comforters of Ludwig's bed. The alarm clock glaring at him from the opposite side and soft moonlight emitting from the window near by.

"I wonder a-why Doitsu isn't a-back a-yet...." Feliciano whimpered slightly.

After having his wonderful pasta and stayed up a bit later than usual and taking longer to get ready; Ludwig hasn't made an appearance yet. Making the Italian worry a little.

Feliciano tried brushing it off by grabbing a pillow and burying his face into it, but only exceed to make him whimper in sadness from smelling the scent of him.

BOOM!!!!

Feliciano jumped a mile high when a sudden light come from the window. Tears gathering and what not. He swallowed a lump in his throat and went to lay down again-

BOOOM!!!!!!

The man buried himself in the sheets crying and shaking slightly. If he didn't like anything- it would've been thunder and lightning storms.

The sound came again, longer and louder, as the Italian country cried louder.

"Doitsu help-"

The words died in his throat as he looked at the other side of the bed. His German wasn't there for him whatsoever.

And that made him cry more.

Whimpers and soft sobs continued for some more minutes. The rainy weather outside never letting up. The only thought running through Feli's mind was-

'Please, let a-this end.'

That's when he felt arms wrap around his waist.

His hazel eyes threw open as he stared at a blank tank top and a familiar black cross necklace.

"Don't worry Italien, I'm here."

Feliciano went into a new wave of tears and curled into Ludwig's chest and kept crying sorry. All Ludwig did was rub his back in comfort.

'Cause his Italien, didn't need to apologize.

He needed his Doitsu.

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