GerIta-Baby Come On

Ludwig always found him to be attractive. Everything about Feliciano (except, of course, his complete incompetence as a soldier) appealed to Ludwig in some way. But Feliciano loved someone else. Ludwig wished he would remember the childhood they'd shared, as the Holy Roman Empire and Italy. Ludwig remembered it with perfect clarity, but he was sure Feliciano had forgotten his love for the Holy Roman Empire long ago.
He sighed. He knew he, a stoic German man, could never have a chance with the joyful Italian. He walked to his bedroom, slightly drunk after a few beers with Gilbert.
He was about to start undressing to put on his pajamas when he heard a small sniffling sound. Turning to his bed, he saw Feliciano, clutching a picture and sobbing.
Feliciano noticed Ludwig. "Oh, Ludwig. Welcome home…"
Ludwig sighed. "Why are you in my house, Feliciano?"
"Well, I was thinking about Ludwig and how all he has to eat at his house are sausages, so I thought I would make him some pasta to surprise him. But Ludwig wasn't home, and I found this picture…"
Ludwig was surprised. What picture could he possibly have to make Feliciano so upset? "Can I see the picture?"
Feliciano smiled sadly. "Sure. Ludwig probably doesn't remember anyway…" He handed the clearly worn little picture to the German man.
Ludwig took the picture. As he looked at it, he gasped. It was a picture of him when he was younger, when he was the Holy Roman Empire.
"Feliciano…you remember?" Ludwig asked, still clearly surprised.
"Si…but I always figured that Ludwig didn't…" Feliciano asked.
"Of course I remembered! I remember you crying when you didn't get enough to eat, and I remember when you tried to teach me how to draw a bunny, I still even have your push broom!" Ludwig said, attempting to piece together what this realization could mean for Feliciano and him in the future. "I might even…still love you," he mumbled the last part.
Feliciano's eyes, still full of tears, widened. "Ludwig still loves me? Why didn't he say so?"
"I was sure you didn't remember. I thought you loved someone else," Ludwig said, avoiding eye contact with the object of his affection as much as possible.
Feliciano smiled. "No. It was always Holy Rome. Always Ludwig. I always remembered."
He stood up and pressed himself against Ludwig's chest. Ludwig took this as his cue to wrap his arms around the smaller man. He looked at Feliciano's face and decided it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He never wanted the see it defiled with tears of sadness ever again, and he would do anything and everything in his power to stop it from happening. He kissed Feliciano on the forehead and then on the lips. They stood there kissing for a long time.
They were interrupted by Gilbert bursting through the door. "West! You left your wallet in the car and the awesome me decided to--OH JESUS!" Gilbert shouted.
"Gilbert—why the hell—why can't you knock?!" Ludwig stuttered, clearly flustered.
"Hi Gilbert!" Feliciano said cheerfully, not bothered at all by being caught with Ludwig.
Gilbert turned various shades of red, and finally he grinned. "I see you're busy, West. I'll just leave your wallet on the table then. Night," he said, flashing Ludwig a thumbs-up.
Ludwig facepalmed. "Go home, Gilbert."
"Kesesesesese! I see how it is! Well, you two enjoy yourselves tonight!" Gilbert said as he winked and shut the door.
"That was nice of him to give it back. Ve~ I'm hungry. Is it okay if I use Ludwig's kitchen to make some pasta?" Feliciano asked, obviously feeling better than he was only minutes ago.
Ludwig was still recovering from the horror of his brother walking in on him and Feliciano kissing. Oh well, at least he didn't catch them doing other things…
"Veeee~ I'll take your silence as a yes," Feliciano said as he bounced to the kitchen.
Ludwig followed him and then watched as his lover made them both some spaghetti.
"I assume your spending the night?" Ludwig asked.
"Mhmm!" Feliciano said happily.
Ludwig smiled a little. He would make up for lost time as quickly as possible.