The Art of Love (WW2 GerIta)

Written Worlds

     Feliciano was awake the next morning. He was in his bed in the Beilschmidt house. Everything was fine. The world was fine. He was fine.

   He had then remembered more German soldiers came to assist them and they reunited with everyone. Though, Gilbert had many wounds as did Roderich.

   A German medic stayed with them to check on Gilbert and Roderich's wounds until they would be better.

   As for Elizabeta, Lovino, Vash, and Elise, they were all okay. No one was hurt but Elise had the flu. They were all sleeping. Feliciano looked out the window to see some of the fields burnt into the most sickening black. All while the sky was a beaming blue and the clouds looked too fluffy to be real.

    No matter what happened in the war, the world was still turning.

   Feliciano was about to get dressed when he saw Ludwig sleeping in a chair beside his bed. There was a paper note of his forehead which Feliciano took off and read,

   "Hey, Feli,
   Luddy didn't want to leave your side last night so he slept beside your bed. He was just worried about you. Sorry for the inconvenience!
                                -From Gilbert!"

    Feliciano softly chuckled at the note and smiled, putting it on his bed stand. He checked the time to see if it was too early to wake Ludwig up but it wasn't. He softly rocked him not wanting him to be startled.

   "Hey, Ludwig." He whispered softly. "Wake up. It's morning."

   He earned a soft groan from the German as he squinted his eyes awake, seeing Feliciano.

   "Good morning." Feliciano greeted him.

   "Good morning."

   "Were you really worried enough to sleep in my room for the night?" He chuckled.

   Ludwig's eyes widened. "Ah, I'm sorry. I was hoping to get up earlier than you to leave."

   "That plan failed." He said, looking at his clothes. "You slept in the same clothes you wore yesterday? You're such a mess, Ludwig." He teased him.

   "Don't worry about me." Ludwig said, fixing his sleep hair. Feliciano looked over at the book on his nightstand. No matter everything it had gone through, it still looked brand new. He realized he just had one more chapter to go before he finished it.

    "The painting is in the living room." Feliciano said, trying to strike up a conversation. "You can hang it up wherever you want."

    He nodded. "Hey, Feliciano, do you miss Italy?" He asked, looking up at him.

   Feliciano looked back at him and thought. "Sometimes."

   "Is it pretty there?"

   He nodded, "Yes! I lived in Sicily! It was beautiful. I lived with my grandpa, Lovino, and a Spanish man named Antonio."

   "Are they nice?"

   "Very! Oh, besides Lovino. He's not-so-nice but we love him anyways!"

   "Feliciano,"

   "Hm?"

  "How would you like to move back soon?"

    Feliciano stopped. "Go back?" He asked, looking back at him. "I can't just leave you and your family here."

   Ludwig thought for a moment. "Well, I would be going with you."

   Feliciano jumped, blushing a bit. "R-Really? Why? When?"