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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
-Back then-
“Elizabeta…I’m so sorry,”
“No, no, you did nothing.” The woman waved a hand at the smaller man as he tried to help her up. Tenderly she touched her cheek, wincing at the feeling of the bruising under the skin. “He really paced a wallop. What a surprise.”
“You shouldn’t have come here you know,”
“Why, its Gilbert’s house too, I’ve never been told to leave before,” She had that stubborn look in her eye again and the Italian was half afraid she would throw a fit again. He didn’t think he could stand it if the German came back to finish the job because the Hungarian wouldn’t just go.
“But Gilbert doesn’t live here anymore, you know that,” He tried to speak kindly to her, like a child How could she not understand how her presence here would hurt Germany? Surely she knew…
“He doesn’t?” Elizabeta’s eyes widened in shock. “Well where did he go? Did he move?”
“No one told you?” Feliciano looked at her with a surprised look. Ludwig had said…he had told everything to them.
“Told me what? Where is Gilbert? What is going on here? It’s been months since I’ve seen him! Feli where is he?”
A painful silence fell around them as the two stared at each other. It tore at the Italian to have to be the one. He shouldn’t have been the one to tell her.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care for the albino, after all he was Ludwig’s brother and Ludwig was everything to him. But he wasn’t Gilbert’s brother, he wasn’t even Gilbert’s friend. And yet he was the one, who had to tell her the truth. It seemed wrong.
“I’m sorry Eliza, I really am,” He tried, but the words felt stuck in his throat when he looked into her desperate face.
“…He’s dead?” All of the blood drained from her face.
“No, he had to go. Ivan came and took him away. He’s somewhere behind the wall now,”
“Russia…took him?”
He had thought the fact that the Prussian wasn’t dead would give her back some of the hope in her eyes, but if anything she looked worse. Although it was hard to blame her…Wasn’t one as good as dead when they left with Ivan?
“I’m really sorry, I really am,” He tried to be gentle to her, she had been nothing but a saint to him when she had been married to Austria and they were together but right now all he could think about was Germany, somewhere upstairs. Alone.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?! He took him! And no one told me!” Elizabeta’s eyes were filled with tears as she stared at the younger man.
“Germany said he told Austria…” He tried softly. It seemingly dawned on them at the both time. “But he never told you did he.”
“…No…he never…said a word. How could he do this to me! How could he do this to Gilbert!” The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now. “Feli…”
“I’m sorry Eliza…But please…right now, he needs me.” The Italian stared at her with pleading eyes for her to understand. Germany was so vulnerable right now and seeing her tonight had not helped matters at all.
“I understand,” A painful laugh escaped her lips as she rubbed the tears furiously from her cheeks. “I just can’t believe…I’m sorry, if I had known, I would have never come here tonight. Please tell him that.”
“I will…” For a long moment they stared at one another in painful silence.
It hurt, he was torn over the fact that two people he cared about were at such odds. But when it came down to it, he had to choose Ludwig. He would always care about Elizabeta, she was like a big sister to him.
His feelings for the blonde haired man though, were different. Even if the German didn’t know it, even if he didn’t return it, Feliciano loved him
“Go.” She spoke finally, her voice wavering with emotions. “I can see myself out.”
“Thank you,” And then he was gone, running up the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him.
In his mind he fancied he could see all kinds of terrifying things the German could have done before he had sent the woman off. The most frightening was of course that he would come upstairs to a very dead German. He didn’t know what he would do if that was what awaited him behind the door.
Of course though, there was nothing out of place when he opened the door. The only thing that was strange about the dark room was the figure huddled up under the blankets.
“Ludwig?” The Italian asked cautiously. No sound came from the buddle, but he knew the other was alive under there. He could hear the other’s ragged breath, like he had been crying. Feliciano had never seen the German cry before.
“ ‘m sorry I punched her,” Ludwig’s voice came from under the blankets after a moment of silence. “I know she’s like your family.”
“Like a sister,” Feli agreed as he moved across the room to sit on the side of the bed, next to the German lump.
“She shouldn’t have come here,” The German’s voice was cold and angry again and the Italian laid a soft calming hand on the pile of blankets. “How could she come here like that?”
“Elizabeta didn’t know what she was doing.” Feliciano tried to sound comforting. The last thing he needed was for the other to think he was on her side just because he couldn’t say anything mean against his sister figure.
The blankets ripped back as Ludwig sat up abruptly, his harsh blue eyes catching the Italian off guard. He felt very small under the others glare and it was very tempting to cry and beg for forgiveness even though he hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Where was his old white flag when he needed it?
“How can you say that? I told them! I told them what was going on and what did they do! They abandoned him like a worthless dog!”
“Ludwig, please…” The soft touch of the brunette’s hand on his chest gave the German pause as they stared at each other. “You told Austria, but he never told her anything. She had no idea, please, don’t be mad with her. Do you really think she is that cold? She didn’t know what she was doing Ludwig, please believe that.”
If it had been anyone else, he would have written them off. But Feli? That was another story. There was hardly a time he could deny the Italian anything. He was a weakness, for sure. And at first that had frightened him, but after all this time Ludwig knew. He needed the other boy.
“I don’t know if I can.” Ludwig admitted quietly after a moment of silence. If Feliciano was his weakness, then he had to admit everything to him without reserve. “I hate them still. I hate them both.”
“Let me help you forget,”
The kiss was soft and displaced. The Italian had plucked up the courage, but missed the mark, his soft lips pressing against the corner of the German’s mouth. Luckily for him though the German did not scream, he did not yell and most importantly he didn’t pull away. Instead he turned his head just slightly, fitting their lips together in a proper, gentle kiss.
In his mind, Feliciano told himself it was about damn time. It was almost disappointing to think of how many years he wasted without kissing the other man. If only he had known earlier the other wouldn’t have run away screaming he certainly would have made the move long before now.
The German’s hands were strong, running along the length of his body making the Italian shiver helplessly. His arms flung themselves around the other’s bull like neck, clutching him like a drowning man in the sea.
“Ludwig…” He whispered eagerly against the others mouth before the German silenced him with another kiss. Oh and what a kiss, the other’s lips possessively moving against his own, the sharp nip of his teeth, tugging and nibbling at his bottom lip. The Italian arched upwards against him in a heated fit of desire before Ludwig broke it off, leaving him panting and flushed in the face.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you planned this,” Ludwig told him in an almost stern voice. “Plotting to get me up here alone and vulnerable. You Italians, you’re sneaky like that.”
“You don’t believe that,” Feliciano told him as the German pulled the smaller man down on top of his larger muscular form. They had shared a bed for years and things had ended up…interesting to say the least several times before in the past, but never anything like this.
“No, not at all,” Ludwig laid there staring at him with a strange look on his face. “You’ve never planned a thing in your life. Or at least nothing that has ever worked before.”
“But this is working now isn’t it?” He almost pouted at the other’s words about his lack of …skill in the military world. The Italian was after all, a lover not a fighter and he had every intention of proving it to the German tonight.
“Yeah…how did you do that?”
“…I don’t know,” Was the sheepish reply before the Italian kissed him again. And really, it didn’t matter after that. Even though Ludwig had never once thought of himself as a homosexual, it didn’t seem horrible, as long as it was just Feliciano. Somehow the Italian made everything seem right.
The Italians mouth was warm and slick and Ludwig found he rather liked the sensation of drawing his tongue over the others bottom lip and forcing those sweet lips to part to allow him inside. He tasted strangely like tomatoes and something sweet that the blonde couldn’t put a finger on. Whatever it was it was addictive.
Ludwig’s hands ran down the other’s back, feeling the way the smaller man arched into his touch. It was an intoxicating rush of power and the German knew, without even asking that the Italian would do whatever he asked without complaint. The mere idea gave him a heady rush of pleasure at being able to hold such control again over a human being’s life.
“You can touch me you know,” The Italian whispered hotly in his ear when the German’s hands inched further down the boy’s back, pausing just at the crest of his bottom.
Embarrassed at his own hesitation the German let out a grunt, his larger hands grasping the curves of the others bottom and yanked him hard against him, eliciting an enticing moan from Feliciano. He was hard, rubbing against the larger man like a cat in heat.
“Italia…” Ludwig groaned at the alien feeling of another man’s cock pressed so firmly against his thigh. It was almost frightening how much it aroused him to feel the slim Italian practically dry hump his leg. The moment was short lived though when Feliciano shot him a smile that Ludwig would later identify as the other’s naughty ‘I’m going do something you like’ look.
Without a single word, Feliciano was wriggling down the length of his body until he was face level with the German’s crotch, his nimble fingers working his cock free from the confines of his pants. He shot him the same coy look under his eyelashes before parting his swollen red lips and took the German inside.
His whole body arched off the bed as a furious German curse fell from his lips as the other swallowed his cock. His vision faded with pleasure and his body ached with need for the Italian. Burying his hands in the others hair, he forced the brunette down with almost painful force on his cock.
Even though he was by no means a virgin, he couldn’t remember anything quiet like this. No woman’s mouth had felt as delicious, as wet, as hot, as perfect as Feliciano’s. Blood roared in his ears almost smothering the noises of his own heavy breath and the wet slurp of the man’s mouth around his cock. Without thinking he curled his fingers viciously tight around the curl atop the Italian’s head.
A squeal escaped the boy’s mouth around his cock as the German gripped his hair, crushing his curl in his palm. It made him writhe with pleasure but he couldn’t possibly release the other now. If anything the feeling encouraged him to suckle the other harder, deeper. Feliciano groaned helplessly, overwhelmed with the sexual moment he had dreamed of with the German for so long.
“You like that?” Ludwig murmured between pants. Even in his haze of pleasure he noticed how much more eager the other seemed as soon as he grabbed that little hair atop his head. It made him feel powerful, and how he craved that. How he craved to be in control even in this moment.
Feliciano couldn’t reply, his mouth full of the German’s cock. The best he could do was moan in response to the man’s words, his own cock aching painfully in his pants. If the other continued he was sure to mess himself. His lips tightened sensually around the man’s length, caressing the velvety hardness with his tongue until the man was left breathless, the curl forgotten as his body tightened in response to the Italian’s talented mouth.
“F-feli…” Ludwig groaned the other’s name deep in the back of his throat as his whole body pressed forward, stars exploding behind his eyelids as he came, hands clenching the other boy’s hair painfully.
There were no sounds in the room but their heavy panting as Feliciano moved up the length of the German’s spent body. Their lips met in heated kiss and Ludwig could taste himself in the others mouth. For some reason he didn’t mind. It was ok as long as it was only Feliciano.
Later he would be embarrassed over coming so fast and insist he had much better stamina than that. Later they would put it to the test, but for now the two were content to merely bask in the contentment of one another’s company. The anger was gone, and for that, he was grateful to the Italian.
The next day, Germany finally was able to write his letter.
‘Dear Gilbert,
I miss you a lot…’
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-Back then-
“Elizabeta…I’m so sorry,”
“No, no, you did nothing.” The woman waved a hand at the smaller man as he tried to help her up. Tenderly she touched her cheek, wincing at the feeling of the bruising under the skin. “He really paced a wallop. What a surprise.”
“You shouldn’t have come here you know,”
“Why, its Gilbert’s house too, I’ve never been told to leave before,” She had that stubborn look in her eye again and the Italian was half afraid she would throw a fit again. He didn’t think he could stand it if the German came back to finish the job because the Hungarian wouldn’t just go.
“But Gilbert doesn’t live here anymore, you know that,” He tried to speak kindly to her, like a child How could she not understand how her presence here would hurt Germany? Surely she knew…
“He doesn’t?” Elizabeta’s eyes widened in shock. “Well where did he go? Did he move?”
“No one told you?” Feliciano looked at her with a surprised look. Ludwig had said…he had told everything to them.
“Told me what? Where is Gilbert? What is going on here? It’s been months since I’ve seen him! Feli where is he?”
A painful silence fell around them as the two stared at each other. It tore at the Italian to have to be the one. He shouldn’t have been the one to tell her.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care for the albino, after all he was Ludwig’s brother and Ludwig was everything to him. But he wasn’t Gilbert’s brother, he wasn’t even Gilbert’s friend. And yet he was the one, who had to tell her the truth. It seemed wrong.
“I’m sorry Eliza, I really am,” He tried, but the words felt stuck in his throat when he looked into her desperate face.
“…He’s dead?” All of the blood drained from her face.
“No, he had to go. Ivan came and took him away. He’s somewhere behind the wall now,”
“Russia…took him?”
He had thought the fact that the Prussian wasn’t dead would give her back some of the hope in her eyes, but if anything she looked worse. Although it was hard to blame her…Wasn’t one as good as dead when they left with Ivan?
“I’m really sorry, I really am,” He tried to be gentle to her, she had been nothing but a saint to him when she had been married to Austria and they were together but right now all he could think about was Germany, somewhere upstairs. Alone.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?! He took him! And no one told me!” Elizabeta’s eyes were filled with tears as she stared at the younger man.
“Germany said he told Austria…” He tried softly. It seemingly dawned on them at the both time. “But he never told you did he.”
“…No…he never…said a word. How could he do this to me! How could he do this to Gilbert!” The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now. “Feli…”
“I’m sorry Eliza…But please…right now, he needs me.” The Italian stared at her with pleading eyes for her to understand. Germany was so vulnerable right now and seeing her tonight had not helped matters at all.
“I understand,” A painful laugh escaped her lips as she rubbed the tears furiously from her cheeks. “I just can’t believe…I’m sorry, if I had known, I would have never come here tonight. Please tell him that.”
“I will…” For a long moment they stared at one another in painful silence.
It hurt, he was torn over the fact that two people he cared about were at such odds. But when it came down to it, he had to choose Ludwig. He would always care about Elizabeta, she was like a big sister to him.
His feelings for the blonde haired man though, were different. Even if the German didn’t know it, even if he didn’t return it, Feliciano loved him
“Go.” She spoke finally, her voice wavering with emotions. “I can see myself out.”
“Thank you,” And then he was gone, running up the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him.
In his mind he fancied he could see all kinds of terrifying things the German could have done before he had sent the woman off. The most frightening was of course that he would come upstairs to a very dead German. He didn’t know what he would do if that was what awaited him behind the door.
Of course though, there was nothing out of place when he opened the door. The only thing that was strange about the dark room was the figure huddled up under the blankets.
“Ludwig?” The Italian asked cautiously. No sound came from the buddle, but he knew the other was alive under there. He could hear the other’s ragged breath, like he had been crying. Feliciano had never seen the German cry before.
“ ‘m sorry I punched her,” Ludwig’s voice came from under the blankets after a moment of silence. “I know she’s like your family.”
“Like a sister,” Feli agreed as he moved across the room to sit on the side of the bed, next to the German lump.
“She shouldn’t have come here,” The German’s voice was cold and angry again and the Italian laid a soft calming hand on the pile of blankets. “How could she come here like that?”
“Elizabeta didn’t know what she was doing.” Feliciano tried to sound comforting. The last thing he needed was for the other to think he was on her side just because he couldn’t say anything mean against his sister figure.
The blankets ripped back as Ludwig sat up abruptly, his harsh blue eyes catching the Italian off guard. He felt very small under the others glare and it was very tempting to cry and beg for forgiveness even though he hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Where was his old white flag when he needed it?
“How can you say that? I told them! I told them what was going on and what did they do! They abandoned him like a worthless dog!”
“Ludwig, please…” The soft touch of the brunette’s hand on his chest gave the German pause as they stared at each other. “You told Austria, but he never told her anything. She had no idea, please, don’t be mad with her. Do you really think she is that cold? She didn’t know what she was doing Ludwig, please believe that.”
If it had been anyone else, he would have written them off. But Feli? That was another story. There was hardly a time he could deny the Italian anything. He was a weakness, for sure. And at first that had frightened him, but after all this time Ludwig knew. He needed the other boy.
“I don’t know if I can.” Ludwig admitted quietly after a moment of silence. If Feliciano was his weakness, then he had to admit everything to him without reserve. “I hate them still. I hate them both.”
“Let me help you forget,”
The kiss was soft and displaced. The Italian had plucked up the courage, but missed the mark, his soft lips pressing against the corner of the German’s mouth. Luckily for him though the German did not scream, he did not yell and most importantly he didn’t pull away. Instead he turned his head just slightly, fitting their lips together in a proper, gentle kiss.
In his mind, Feliciano told himself it was about damn time. It was almost disappointing to think of how many years he wasted without kissing the other man. If only he had known earlier the other wouldn’t have run away screaming he certainly would have made the move long before now.
The German’s hands were strong, running along the length of his body making the Italian shiver helplessly. His arms flung themselves around the other’s bull like neck, clutching him like a drowning man in the sea.
“Ludwig…” He whispered eagerly against the others mouth before the German silenced him with another kiss. Oh and what a kiss, the other’s lips possessively moving against his own, the sharp nip of his teeth, tugging and nibbling at his bottom lip. The Italian arched upwards against him in a heated fit of desire before Ludwig broke it off, leaving him panting and flushed in the face.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you planned this,” Ludwig told him in an almost stern voice. “Plotting to get me up here alone and vulnerable. You Italians, you’re sneaky like that.”
“You don’t believe that,” Feliciano told him as the German pulled the smaller man down on top of his larger muscular form. They had shared a bed for years and things had ended up…interesting to say the least several times before in the past, but never anything like this.
“No, not at all,” Ludwig laid there staring at him with a strange look on his face. “You’ve never planned a thing in your life. Or at least nothing that has ever worked before.”
“But this is working now isn’t it?” He almost pouted at the other’s words about his lack of …skill in the military world. The Italian was after all, a lover not a fighter and he had every intention of proving it to the German tonight.
“Yeah…how did you do that?”
“…I don’t know,” Was the sheepish reply before the Italian kissed him again. And really, it didn’t matter after that. Even though Ludwig had never once thought of himself as a homosexual, it didn’t seem horrible, as long as it was just Feliciano. Somehow the Italian made everything seem right.
The Italians mouth was warm and slick and Ludwig found he rather liked the sensation of drawing his tongue over the others bottom lip and forcing those sweet lips to part to allow him inside. He tasted strangely like tomatoes and something sweet that the blonde couldn’t put a finger on. Whatever it was it was addictive.
Ludwig’s hands ran down the other’s back, feeling the way the smaller man arched into his touch. It was an intoxicating rush of power and the German knew, without even asking that the Italian would do whatever he asked without complaint. The mere idea gave him a heady rush of pleasure at being able to hold such control again over a human being’s life.
“You can touch me you know,” The Italian whispered hotly in his ear when the German’s hands inched further down the boy’s back, pausing just at the crest of his bottom.
Embarrassed at his own hesitation the German let out a grunt, his larger hands grasping the curves of the others bottom and yanked him hard against him, eliciting an enticing moan from Feliciano. He was hard, rubbing against the larger man like a cat in heat.
“Italia…” Ludwig groaned at the alien feeling of another man’s cock pressed so firmly against his thigh. It was almost frightening how much it aroused him to feel the slim Italian practically dry hump his leg. The moment was short lived though when Feliciano shot him a smile that Ludwig would later identify as the other’s naughty ‘I’m going do something you like’ look.
Without a single word, Feliciano was wriggling down the length of his body until he was face level with the German’s crotch, his nimble fingers working his cock free from the confines of his pants. He shot him the same coy look under his eyelashes before parting his swollen red lips and took the German inside.
His whole body arched off the bed as a furious German curse fell from his lips as the other swallowed his cock. His vision faded with pleasure and his body ached with need for the Italian. Burying his hands in the others hair, he forced the brunette down with almost painful force on his cock.
Even though he was by no means a virgin, he couldn’t remember anything quiet like this. No woman’s mouth had felt as delicious, as wet, as hot, as perfect as Feliciano’s. Blood roared in his ears almost smothering the noises of his own heavy breath and the wet slurp of the man’s mouth around his cock. Without thinking he curled his fingers viciously tight around the curl atop the Italian’s head.
A squeal escaped the boy’s mouth around his cock as the German gripped his hair, crushing his curl in his palm. It made him writhe with pleasure but he couldn’t possibly release the other now. If anything the feeling encouraged him to suckle the other harder, deeper. Feliciano groaned helplessly, overwhelmed with the sexual moment he had dreamed of with the German for so long.
“You like that?” Ludwig murmured between pants. Even in his haze of pleasure he noticed how much more eager the other seemed as soon as he grabbed that little hair atop his head. It made him feel powerful, and how he craved that. How he craved to be in control even in this moment.
Feliciano couldn’t reply, his mouth full of the German’s cock. The best he could do was moan in response to the man’s words, his own cock aching painfully in his pants. If the other continued he was sure to mess himself. His lips tightened sensually around the man’s length, caressing the velvety hardness with his tongue until the man was left breathless, the curl forgotten as his body tightened in response to the Italian’s talented mouth.
“F-feli…” Ludwig groaned the other’s name deep in the back of his throat as his whole body pressed forward, stars exploding behind his eyelids as he came, hands clenching the other boy’s hair painfully.
There were no sounds in the room but their heavy panting as Feliciano moved up the length of the German’s spent body. Their lips met in heated kiss and Ludwig could taste himself in the others mouth. For some reason he didn’t mind. It was ok as long as it was only Feliciano.
Later he would be embarrassed over coming so fast and insist he had much better stamina than that. Later they would put it to the test, but for now the two were content to merely bask in the contentment of one another’s company. The anger was gone, and for that, he was grateful to the Italian.
The next day, Germany finally was able to write his letter.
‘Dear Gilbert,
I miss you a lot…’
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