Bella Notte -GerIta Oneshot-

Here We Go-

"Come on Ludwig! You have such a beautiful singing voice! Please do it. Just for me," Feliciano pleaded. Ever since he heard him sing to himself he wanted Ludwig to sing just one specific song for him. It was from the movie Lady and the Tramp, Bella Notte. The movie came from America, but it had a specific song that he'd loved when he watched it with Alfred.

"It's too embarrassing Feliciano. I'm not doing it!" Ludwig's face was a light pink as he finished reading the lyrics to it. Ludwig always thought his voice was too deep to sing such romantic songs. Weren't the songs supposed to be gentle and soft? Ludwig thought when he was trying to think of other excuses for not singing in front of the other. "Besides your voice is better for these types of songs," He said to him. Feliciano pouted, and frowned. "Please Ludwig? Please sing it for me?" He began to plead again. Feliciano was desperate for him to sing it. Ludwig could deny this for as long as he could, but when Feliciano had those puppy dog eyes he couldn't resist him. The Italian's lip stuck out and his brows furrowed. He even almost looked like he was about to cry.

Ludwig could only groan and give up to him. "Fine... I guess I can sing it for you," Ludwig grumbled. Feliciano's face lit up as he allowed to sing for him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you Ludwig!" The other man hugged the German when he stood. Ludwig just pat his back, and smiled sadly. "No... Problem, Feli."

Ludwig stared at himself in the mirror. Feliciano told him to put on a suit for some odd reason. It was strange to him, but he felt Feliciano was a reasoning behind all this nonsense. To Ludwig, it felt as though they were about to go on a date of some sort. He remembered the last time he tried going on a date, which had ended miserably and him embarrassing himself. Ludwig loved Feliciano and he didn't have the slightest clue to show it without being embarrassed, or too caught up to tell him. Maybe Feliciano did love him back by making him do all these wierd things. Ludwig hoped it was the case maybe.

Feliciano made a certain spot and time for them to meet for what he was going to do. The meeting spot was quite odd to go to for what he dressed into, but Ludwig did as told. The German thanked Feliciano as the location was not in a public space. He began walking down the hallway and into the large, yet empty, and dark room. The sun just had set moments ago, and bright, shining stars were in the sky. The room was not completely empty, though. It was a piano near the right corner and there was bookshelf's against the walls and lined completely with books about anything they dared to hold. The old and almost unused room seemed to be a perfect spot for just singing for himself and Feliciano. Ludwig had waited in that room for a while for the italian man. He started giving up hope and thought he wouldn't come even though he requested for him to sing for him.

"I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting Ludwig! I tried to put on this tie, but it didn't necessarily work out." Feliciano's tie was still hanging around his neck, but at least he was fully clothed. Ludwig groaned when he heard Feliciano got sidetracked by a simple task like putting on a tie correctly. "You need to learn how to put these on correct. Do you need me to teach you again?" He asked him. Feliciano looked up at Ludwig and pouted. "But I like when you take care of me! It's better when Ludwig does it for me," Feliciano beamed. The German man did not say a thing. He didn't know what to say to what the silly Italian just spoke of.

"You're ridiculous..." he muttered under his breath. "All you want me to do is song this song for you, right? Why did you want us to dress up in such fancy clothing?" Ludwig finished tying Feliciano's tie with his final movements of tightening it near his neck, but kept it a little loose. Ludwig knew many of the strangest things about Feliciano things like, he didn't like his tie too tight, or that he can paint a picture with a slice of pizza in his other hand. "I thought we should look professional, you know like they do in regular performances!" He explained, cheerful as ever, and even with the usual vocal tics he has. Ludwig cleared his throat before he asked the other man a question, "When do you want me to start singing?"