Amore Mio - A Gerita Fanfic #WattPride

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Spoilers to the fanfiction We'll Meet Again by George Devalier in that thing, so be careful
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When someone knocked at the door, Feliciano jumped up and opened it. Ludiwg was standing on the other side. "Hello!" Feliciano said cheerfully. "Hello," Ludiwg replied. Feliciano let him inside and Ludwig sat on a chair across from him. "Here, want me to make some pasta?" Feliciano asked, getting up from his chair. "No, I'm f-" Ludiwg was cut off by Feliciano running over to the kitchen area. "No, really, it's no bother!" he yelled. "Okay, if you insist," Ludwig said. The small Italian wore a bright smile as he got out a pot, put water in it, and put it on the stove to boil. When the water was boiled, Feliciano grabbed the pasta noodles, put them in the pot, and stirred them with a wooden spoon. A few minutes later, the pasta was ready. Feliciano put the pasta onto two plates and set a fork on both of them. "Pasta's ready!" he said as he put the plate in front of Ludiwg. Ludiwg looked at the pasta. He was nervous to try it. He put some pasta onto his fork and ate it. It was surprisingly good. He finished the pasta with a few more large bites. "That was.... Delicious," Ludiwg said as he took his plate to the sink and began to wash it. "Here, I'll do it. I are my guest after all," Feliciano said, taking the plate and beginning to wash it by himself. After he had finished, he showed Ludwig the spare room. It was directly across from the Italian's room. As he was showed the room, he noticed that the sky was darkening. "Oh, it's getting late. We should go to bed," he said. "Alright!" Feliciano said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. As Feliciano walked into his room, he couldn't help but to blush. When he entered the room, he closed the door and threw himself onto his bed. He was tired. Ludiwg, on the other hand, couldn't fall asleep. He just stared at the ceiling while rain started to play a melody on the window.
Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter pit pat
Pat pat pitter-pat
The melody went on and on until there was a flash of light and a terrible CRASH! Ludiwg didn't care about the storm, but Feliciano did. After the second few flashes of lighting and BANGs of thunder, he woke up in a cold sweat. His heart was beating at the speed of light and his breaths were short and full of fear. The only think he could think of was running to Ludwig's room. But what if he was asleep?
He didn't care. He was scared. He jumped up and realized that he was only wearing his Italian flag boxers. He put a tank top on and raced out of the door. He opened the door to the German's room and screamed "LUDIWG!?" and tears filled his eyes. Ludwig jolted up in his bed, startled by Feliciano's entrance. "What!?" he yelled. "T-the storm s-scared me..." Feliciano whimpered, trying his best not to cry. Ludiwg sighed and shifted in his bed. "I'm assuming you want to stay the rest of the night with me?" he asked, having a look of empathy for the small, fearful Italian. "A-are you sure?" Feliciano asked. "Yes," With that, Feliciano walked over to the bed and snuggled next to Ludwig. He felt safe next to him. Ludwig sighed. He could actually fall asleep with Feliciano next to him. They both fell asleep peacefully together, snuggling in their sleep.

-Time skip brought to you by "Germany-cat is squashing me 'cause I might have touched his balls"-

When Feliciano woke up, he was alone in the guest room. He was sad to see that his friend had left so soon. Then, Feliciano smelled food downstairs. Was he... Cooking for him? Feliciano went to his own room and got dressed in his normal blue suit with his black shirt and tie. He walked downstairs sleepily. "Buongiorno..." he said. "Guten morgen, Feliciano," Ludwig replied. "You know Italian?" Feliciano asked him. "Only a few words," Ludwig said. "Oh, and I cooked some bacon and eggs, is that okay?" "Yeah, that's okay," Feliciano replied. "Also, do you drink coffee?" Ludiwg asked. "Yes," "I could make us some," "That'd be great," Feliciano said. His honey golden eyes were opened just enough for you to see the color. Ludwig looked back at him to ask him a question, he noticed the beautiful color. He smiled softly at him and turned back to cooking. He smiled so softly, Feliciano  didn't really notice  it. A few minutes later, he served the bacon and eggs. "Thank you for cooking," Feliciano said. "It's no bother, but eat quickly, we're going training soon," Ludwig said, taking a bit out of his own eggs. "Training?" Feliciano asked. He has never trained before. "Would it be hard?"
"Yes, training," Ludiwg said, finishing his breakfast and washing his dish. Feliciano looked down at the table sadly. Why didn't Ludwig answer him? After Feliciano finished, he handed his dish to Ludwig and he gladly washed it. "Go get changed into work out clothes, like a tank top and shorts," Ludwig told Feliciano. "Okay!" Feliciano said happily. He and Ludiwg walked up the stairs side by side and Ludwig resisted his urge to take Feliciano by the hand. As they walked, Feliciano's gravity defying curl bounced up and down. They went into their rooms and changed. Ludwig was wearing a black tank top and shorts of the same color. His running shoes were also black. Feliciano, however, wore more of a grey tank top and brownish-black shorts. He was also wearing black shoes. That curl was still up. Ludiwg didn't understand why. Was it gel? Was it gravity? He didn't know. "Hey, Feli?" he asked. Feli. What a nice nickname. "Yeah?" "How does that curl always stay up?" Feliciano was surprised by the question. "I don't know. It's been there my whole life. It was my first strand of hair," he said. Ludwig reached up to touch it, but Feliciano freaked out and backed into the wall. "D-don't touch it!" he said. "Okay, sorry," Ludiwg apologized. They walked back down the stairs and out of the door. Ludwig had to lead the way because Feliciano didn't know where the training sight was. After a while, Feliciano grabbed Ludwig's hand and smiled brightly at him. "This is gonna be fun!" he said happily, the curl still somehow bouncing up and down, never falling straight. When they got there, Feliciano stared at the huge track, the weights, and the machines. It was just them, though. "Alright, first we'll start with 5 laps around this track, do some push ups, and we'll use the weight machines," Ludwig explained, slowly taking his hand away from Feliciano's. "Okay, seems easy enough!" Feliciano said.
He was wrong.
Feliciano made it through the first lap, but the rest he had trouble with. Whenever he would stop or lag behind too far, Ludwig would get irritated. "Come on, keep up Feliciano!" he would shout. Feliciano didn't like it when he yelled. He sounded very harsh and cruel, but that just made him run faster. After all 5 laps, he was exhausted. He wanted to rest, but they had to do the push ups. Feliciano barely made it through 6 while Ludwig did around 30. "Ludiwg... Can w-we.. Take a break..?" he asked breathlessly. "No," Ludwig answered. Feliciano sighed and got up, his legs and thighs aching as he moved. "What's next?" he asked. "Weight machines," Ludiwg said, obviously not tired out by the work out. As they walked to the machines, Feliciano didn't take his hand. While Ludwig explained to Feliciano how to use the machines, Feliciano couldn't help but to think about what had happened the last night. Ludwig had showed kindness to him and let him sleep with him for the night because he was scared. Now, he won't even let him rest.

-Time skip brought to you by France's fabulous hair-

When they started to walk home, Feliciano was too wared out to even want to walk. They had done much more than Ludwig said that would. Feliciano was having trouble keeping up with Ludiwg, but he made it back home. "I'm gonna take a nap," Feliciano said. "Okay," Then, Feliciano walked upstairs and into his room. Again, he threw himself onto his bed and fell asleep. He would drift in and out of sleep, shifting uncomfortably on the mattress. The comforter had been kicked off, and Feliciano didn't want to retrieve it. One of the times, he heard someone open the door, pick up the cover, and throw it onto him. Then, the person left the room. After that, Feliciano fell asleep, snuggling into the comforter.

A/N
Okay that's better. 1,480 words instead of 615. That's 865 more words!

Translations
Buongiorno - Good morning
Guten morgen, Feliciano - Good morning, Feliciano