GerIta--Let us~

Part 17~ Gelato

Ludwig rushed in and put the pillows up quickly, most of them in the laundry. He went and got dressed in a short-sleeve black shirt and jeans, before getting his things together. In fact, he hated having a messy room, unlike Feliciano, who didn't really care as long as he could find what he needed. He was walking out of the guestroom as he was ambushed by the Italian pouncing on him. He nudged him politely out of the way, and Feliciano smiled as he spoke. "You wanna come and get some Gelato with me?" he asked happily. Ludwig sighed and smiled as well. "Sure, why not?"

As they walked, Feliciano talked and laughed, and Ludwig took in the scenery. The sidewalks and cobblestone were lined with blooming flowers, and as they neared the town, the scent of pasta came through the air. Buildings also came into view, as the path ceased. Feliciano ran down the cobblestone streets, holding Ludwig's wrist as he giggled. The German  blushed and did his best to keep up. The Italian's footsteps slowed as the duo reached the shop. "You want to share one?" he asked with a blush. The German's chest fluttered and his ears reddened. "I-If you want..." he said, thinking. Feliciano smiled, relieved at how his plan had worked. As they walked in, Feliciano looked up at Ludwig. "What flavor would you like?" he asked. "Whatever you want, Feliciano." he replied. The Italian blushed slightly before telling the worker 'chocolate'. He watched like a kid as he scooped the ice cream into a cone and handed it to him. He licked a small bit, and smiled with approval. Ludwig smiled to himself as Feliciano licked the ice cream.

As the duo made their way back outside to a bench, Feliciano handed the taller the gelato. "Would you like some?" he asked. Ludwig nodded and licked it gently. Feliciano's chest also fluttered as he watched the blond lick the chocolate cream while it was still in his hands. He stopped after a few. "It tastes good." he commented, breaking a small hint of awkwardness. The Italian smiled once again and licked the ice cream some more. They sat down, and Feliciano licked with eyes closed, enjoying his ice cream. He handed it to Ludwig, apologizing softly about how he wasn't sharing. "It's fine." said Ludwig. "Shows you enjoy it." Ludwig stopped before licking his share, and laughed a bit at the Italian. "You have ice cream all over your face, Silly." he said. He took his finger and wiped a bit off, licking it afterwards. The Italian blushed again, and silently watched Ludwig lick up the rest. The German felt the stare as he ate, and looked up. " Would you like some?" he asked. Feliciano hopped as he realized what he was doing, and he apologized. "No need to be sorry," the blonde said. He blushed before speaking once again. " You have nice, brown eyes, I might add.

As the walked back home, Feliciano started thinking. He was lost in his train of thought just before reaching his doorstep. 'Do I like Ludwig like that?' he came across, before discarding the thought. He did though, have it on his mind for the whole evening. He almost said it aloud a few times, as well. As night approached, he decided to talk to someone about it the next morning. Brother Francis, yeah! He'll keep it a secret, and have good advice, He thought. As he got undressed to sleep, he ran to Ludwig. "Are we sleeping together again?" he asked. Blood rushed to the Blonde's cheeks, along with a somewhat inappropriate thought. He shook his head, and cleared his mind. "If you'd like." he said. "Yay!" the Italian exclaimed, and hopped off to get ready.

He said good night to everyone in the house but Ludwig, since he was already in bed, and walked off with a stretch. He creaked open the door, seeing light filter through the way. Ludwig was sitting upright in bed, reading a small book. He took a small moment, but finished his sentence, and looked up. He smiled tiredly, and went back to his book. Feliciano didn't move. His cheeks grew hotter, and he stared at Ludwig's bright blue eyes glaze over the pages. As he was nearly about to turn the next page, the German felt his stare. He looked up slightly, just his eyes in fact, and silently gestured Feliciano to sit down. The Italians palms dampened, and he stumbled shyly over. As he made himself comfortable, Ludwig switched off the lights. The German laid further away from The Italian, as he felt he took up too much room. Feliciano's cheeks, and ears, grew redder again. He thought about it a moment; thought of what might happen. He thought of the consequences, but pushed them away. He took his trembling hands, and hugged the German, scooting himself close. He felt the top of his head brush against Ludwig's chin. His chest thumped loudly. He swore that it was as loud as a car engine. He looked up at the sleeping face of his friend, and he felt a sinking in his gut. He knew that he wasn't going to like him back. Not like that. But, in a split second, he felt the others warm arm wrap around his thin figure. He smiled, inhaled the scent of...cotton, was it? And fell asleep silently, with the fast beat of Ludwig's heart as the song to be stuck in his head.

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