Again: A GerIta Fanfic

Again: A GerIta Fanfic (Long Oneshot)

Before World War I, 1914

"Feliciano? Why are you in my bed again?" Ludwig asks the softly snoring country next to him.
"Ve...? Oh... It's because you're so warm, Luddy!" The Italian answers happily, "I'm so glad we became friends~"
The German smiles down at the smiling country. His eyes are warm and soft as he looks at Feliciano. Ludwig thinks quietly to himself, "He is a reason I live."

Later

"Feliciano, why is there a pot of pasta on my stove?" Ludwig asks, looking slightly annoyed.
"Oh! I was making my specialty. You're... You're leaving soon right?" Feliciano whispers, "To go fight in the world war?"
"I... Yes. I am Feliciano." Ludwig says softly. He walks to Feliciano and hugs him. Seeing Feliciano sad made Ludwig want to cry.
"I'm sorry Feli... I don't want to leave you alone, but your country isn't taking part in this war yet, is it?" Ludwig continues. Feliciano shakes his head.
"My bosses think we should just watch how the war goes."
Ludwig kisses Feliciano's forehead. He smiles at the Italian, "You'll join me if you do enter, won't you?"
"I will!"

August, 1914

"You will leave today." Ludwig's boss says. Ludwig nods solemnly and is dismissed.
"You're... You're leaving? Today?" Feliciano asks, looking sadly at Ludwig.
"I'm sorry... I'll come back though. Okay?" Ludwig answers.
"Please." Feliciano answers. He doesn't want to see his love die again...
"I will. Feliciano... Before I leave." Ludwig starts, "I love-"
"Let's go, General Beilschmidt!" A military soldier shouts at Ludwig. Ludwig looks at Feliciano sadly.
"What?" Feliciano asks quickly. Him? Does Ludwig love him?
"...No. Never mind. I have to go." Ludwig says evasively. He kisses Feliciano on the forehead once again and hugs him one last time.
"I love you Germany. Come back..." Feliciano thinks to himself.

"General Beilschmidt." A soldier with supplies asks Ludwig, "Who were you talking to before you left?"
"Someone quite important to me. Anyhow, where is Gilbert?"
"General Gilbert Beilschmidt is in his train car. He is waiting for you."

Ludwig takes his leave and heads to Gilbert. They were going to help lead.
"West..." Gilbert says.
"Hello East." Ludwig answers.
"You're not allowed to die on me, okay?" Gilbert murmurs, "I would be alone and taking care of the country of Germany too..."
"I... Do not plan on dying. You're not allowed to die either, alright?" Ludwig says. The brothers silence themselves and look at each other. They would be fighting on the same battlefields, which is beneficial for them. They will be some of the first to know if their brother is injured or killed.
Gilbert stares at his younger brother, who looks troubled.
"What's wrong West?" Gilbert asks.
"I... I just keep thinking about Feliciano."
"North Italy? Ah well... Italy will be fine. You'll be fine. You'll go back to him." Gilbert says. Smiling at his younger brother.
"I hope so."

Later

Feliciano sighs painfully in the living room. He shares his house with Lovino, or South Italy.
"What are you sighing about, bastard?" Lovino asks.
"Ve? I'm thinking about Ludwig... Of course."
"The potato bastard? War is normal, idiota. He'll be fine. He's a thick headed dude." Lovino says.
"Maybe."
Maybe. But maybe not. He might end up like Holy Rome.

While Feliciano was fretting over Ludwig, Ludwig was setting up camp with Gilbert and their troops.
"Yes yes over there." Ludwig sighs. Sometimes people are so... Inept.
"You sound so mad, Luddy." Gilbert teases. Ludwig glares at Gilbert and mutters, "Don't call me that here."
"Awww. You're so cute sometimes." Gilbert laughs. He picks up more supplies and continues setting up. Ludwig sighs and shakes his head. Honestly now, Gilbert is so childish on a battlefield!
"Captain Ludwig Beilschmidt, there have been no reports of spies or any opposing troops in the area." A scout says to Ludwig. Ludwig nods and answers, "Good, but keep an eye out. We don't want to be jumped."
"Yes sir!"
Gilbert pouts at Ludwig, "You got so mature so fast. You were so much cuter when you were younger."
"Stop. You sound like an old man. Anyway, it's not like I started out as a baby."
"Ha... Sure." Gilbert mutters. A sad expression crosses his face, but Ludwig chooses to ignore it and continue guiding the soldiers.