GerIta--Let us~

Part 18- Confession...?

Feliciano awoke to only himself, and tiredly inhaled the scent of coffee before laying his head beck down. He laid a moment, just remembering, blushing as he thought of the way he was hugged as he had slept. He gently sat up and trudged to the kitchen. He silently poured himself a cup of coffee, reminiscing with a smile. Antonio turned around in the couch and looked at the messy haired Italian silently walk around. "Someone's quiet!" he commented. "Is everything okay?" he turned all the way around, as to face him directly. Feliciano turned and blushed. "I-I'm fine." he stuttered slightly, nearly spilling his coffee onto his feet. The Spaniard chuckled and stood up. "You seem fidgety, huh?" he smiled and walked over to him, ruffling the reddish-brown hair. "It's cute. If you need to talk about something, though, feel free."

The Italian nodded, faked a smile, and walked barefoot around the corner to the coffee table. He sat down and, barely, realized this was his chance to talk to Francis. He turned to his brother and shyly mumbled. "Um, Fratello?" he asked. "Oui?"

"I-I need to talk to you..."

"Anything, little one!" he replied, thoughtlessly.

"Um, It's kinda weird, so I don't know if-" he was cut off. "If it's so important, just go ahead and speak up!" Francis encouraged, with a comforting smile. Feliciano stuttered, and blushed, about to speak. He could hear Ludwig walk outside for a moment, and he spoke quickly. "My new friend, Ludwig, you know him, well I think I might like him, like...more than a friend, like its just confusing and-" Francis smiled softly and Feliciano stopped. "Are you okay with that?" he asked. The Italian nodded quickly, looking down, avoiding direct eye contact. "Then, what's the problem with that?" he asked, slightly confused at the panic Feliciano was having over it. The Italian looked up at him now, cheeks reddening suddenly less. "I-I don't know...I never thought it was, I guess." he mumbled. Francis rested his head on a hand, and thought a moment, the hand holding his chin also messing with the long strands of hair he had. "What is it you like about him?" he asked. The brunette stopped for thought once again.

"I cant explain all of it, but like his face, the way his hair combs back perfectly, his attitude, his eyes, just..." he sighed. "I don't know how to flirt with him!" he stated, frustrated at the thought. "You've thought about this before." The blond shifted his foot slightly as he spoke. "You say it like you've thought about Ludwig a lot, now. I admit, he is a nice person. If you were to date, he'd be a good boyfriend, but if he gets in a fight with you, I, personally would be scared shitless!" he said with a chuckle. Feliciano tried to smile, but it faded. "He likes women, though." he said. "I don't know what type, but he seems straight to me. He never flirts with me, anyways." he sighed and stood up. Francis spoke up. "Do you know for sure, though, that he doesn't like you?" he asked. Feliciano smiled, and stretched. "I'll ask. Grazie." he said. The Frenchman smiled, eyes half lidded with tiredness and thought. "No problem."

The brunette's bare feet pat against the floor, and his hands held gently onto his coffee, as he made his way to the couch. He sat down, and stared at the blank television for a moment. He hopped slightly in his seat when he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Would you like me to turn that on for you?" he smiled. Feliciano, too, gave a small grin. With a nod, Ludwig walked up to the blank screen, pushed a button, and watched as the images came on. He saw the remote on the top of the stand, and handed it to Feliciano. As he handed the small controller to the Italian, he noticed the younger one's hands were as cold as ice, and his cheeks reddened the slightest bit. "Are you cold?" he asked politely. Feliciano put the back of his slim hands to his cheek. and nodded. "I didn't even notice!" he exclaimed.

When the blond got back, he came with a large blanket, piled in his arms. Before Feliciano could even thank him, he laid it over the Brunette's lap, and made sure it covered his feet. "It sure is cold in the morning, huh?" he said. The Italian paid no attention, and just stared at the German sit down. He looked only at the reflection of the television in the deep blue of his eyes, before his stare was felt. Ludwig glanced over, with not even the slightest turn of his head, and Feliciano's heart jumped.

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The Italian tried asking a few times, but was much too embarrassed. Eventually he asked, at around midnight. Ludwig was already asleep, although it wasn't very heavy. Feliciano raised his arm, and shook the German's shoulder. "Ludwig?" he whispered in the dark. No answer. He sat up and pat the soft, blond hair of his friend. He ran his fingers through it while talking. "Ludwig? Ludwig, wake up, please...I need to ask you something." he said in a small voice. A mumble, and then an awfully tired German turned around. He sat up as well, stretching. "What is it, Feliciano?" he asked softly. "I know it's kind of a weird time to ask," he started, with ears and cheeks a deep red. "but do you like me?" Ludwig turned and stared at him for a moment. "Of course I like you!" he said. "You're my best friend aren't you?" he smiled in the darkness at what he thought was a silly question at this time of night. "I meant..." he choked on his words, and stuttered a bit. "Like like me..." he said softly. Tears began to form at the edges of his eyes, knowing what answer he would get, but still hoping in the back of his mind it would be something else. He squirmed uncomfortably and pulled the bed sheets up to his knees, awaiting his answer.

Ludwig stopped a moment, and thought to himself. Each second that passed, Feliciano would get more and more worried, but get an even bugger hope in his chest. The blond, finally, opened his mouth to speak. "Do you like me?" he faced him to ask. Both faces heated up again. Ludwig actually wanted the same answer, but didn't want to seem weird around Feliciano, even less ruin their friendship. The Italian spoke quietly, obviously flustered, but nonetheless confident with his answer. "Yes." he said. "I do like you..." he let his voice trail off. "Well that's good," Ludwig said softly into his hands, elbows resting on his knees. "Because I thought I was the only one."