Hetalia One-Shots

GerIta : On The Way Back Home❄️

  The airport was filled with travelers coming and going for the end of the year holidays. Ludwig and Feliciano pulled their luggage behind them as they ran across the huge building. The tall blond heaved a big suitcase and a large duffle bag around his shoulders as the shorter brunet dragged a small suitcase. They arrived at their gate just as the woman at the desk announced the closing of the gate.

  They handed their tickets and passports then proceeded to board the plane. Ludwig hauled the suitcases on the stowage bins as Feliciano scooted to the end of the seats.

  "Wait, Feli, this time I want to sit near the window," commented the blond still trying to close the door. His husband stared at him sadly and puffed his cheeks.

  "But, but I don't want to sit next to a stranger," he whined dropping his shoulders. Ludwig finally managed to close the annoying thing and leaned on one seat. He frowned, placing a hand on his hip.

  "You already sat on the window side coming here," argued the German blond. "And I always sit next to the stranger. Besides, they won't bite. Come on, scoot over."

  Feliciano shook his head with a scowl. "No. I want to sleep against the wall," protested the brunet, raising his voice in annoyance. Ludwig sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose.

  "Feli, honey, you can always lay on me, but I need to be sat near the window and far away from any disrupting neighbor while I work," reasoned the muscular blond, readjusting his rectangular glasses.  Feliciano pouted and scrunched up his face in disagreement.

  "Ay, mio Dio! Work! Work! Work! All that I ever hear from you," he complained crossing his arms over his chest. "You had plenty of time at Nonno's house to work. You were always in your room, I had to drag you out for the Christmas dinner!"

  "You know I can't work with your family around. Your grandfather kept pulling me off to drink, your brother was bothering me on purpose and his spouse was singing Christmas carols very loudly."

  "It was Christmas for heaven's sake! Work is not to be done during Christmas!" fussed the Italian beginning to add hand gestures in his speech.

  "This has to be done and sent for the tenth of January, and I know I won't get any work done on New Years."

  "Riiight, since you will get drunk off your ass with your side of the family. You prefer having fun with the family you know than with the family you still have to learn about."

  "You know that's not true. I love your side of the family and I try very hard to get along with the-"

  "Cazzate."

  "Feliciano," Ludwig groaned and clutched onto the head of the seat, "I really do appreciate your family. You should know better than anyone that they're not my type of people."

  "Oh because what? Your type are stuck-up, beer-reeking, serious-faced people?"

  "Yes!" Ludwig cried out in frustration, not really thinking of what he was saying. Their anger boiled inside them and they were about to pursue the now very loud quarrel. A passenger approached them and anxiously lifted a finger.

  "Um, excuse me gentlemen..."

  "Was?!"

  "Che?!"

  The poor man held his hands up in defense and stepped back. The angry couple stared at him like lions fighting over a piece of meat. He held his ticket up shaking and stuttered, "I, uh, I actually have the seat next to the window."

  Both men fixed him in silence. They immediately whipped their plane tickets out and read their seats. He was right, he was in seat A. They apologized to the man and let him sit near the window.

  "B-but I promise, I-I won't be speaking, I will probably just read and sleep during this flight," assured the traveler. Ludwig nodded and hurried in the seat next to him, the air hostess rushing them to sit for take-off.

  The plane shook and roared and they were soon soaring in the air, Berlin their destination. The German blond opened the tray in front of him, setting his laptop on it. He began typing his paper as Feliciano slowly rested his head against the man's hard bicep. Their movements towards each other were still a little awkward, but it was their way of making up. They didn't need to say sorry, they felt it. The small attempts to mend their relationship after a fight was more than enough for both of them.

  The brown-eyed Italian wrapped his arm around Ludwig's, lightly stroking his bare skin. The blond rarely wore long-sleeved shirts or sweats despite the harsh European weather. He rested his left arm between their seats, tapping the plastic in thought. Feliciano snaked his hand to his husband's and entwined their fingers.

  Ludwig gave the brunet a tight squeeze and continued typing with his right hand only. Knowing the both of them had made up, Feliciano smiled and let himself be rocked by the plane's movements. In the end, he got just what he wanted.