A Letter to you-GerIta

Dear Feliciano,

I don't know why I am writing you this letter... It just seems like it is something that I must do. There are so many things that I've been meaning to say to you. I probably will never send this letter to you, or ever give it to you by hand because of the contents, but I feel that I should write these words regardless...

I-Ich Liebe Dich.

Yes, my little Italian friend. Not only do I love you...but I'm afraid that I have fallen in love with you. That is why every time you are near, I act so...distant. Ugh! I sound so terrible right now, I'm aware. I just...

I just don't know how to say it...I've never felt anything for anyone as I feel for you. Your idiotic spacey nature, you're inability to focus, you're nonsensical nudity, you're shyness, everything.

UGH! I sound so idiotic! Forgive me...Like I said...I don't know how to say these words correctly. You, on the other hand, roll them off of your tongue as though they were nothing.

Tell me something, if you do read this. Do you feel anything for me? As I do for you? When you sneak into my room at night and sleep with me, so close I can feel your heartbeat...do you know how I feel?

I have to sound like an idiot...I'll most likely throw this letter away. This is stupid, but I read that if I were to write a letter to you saying how I felt, even if I didn't give it to you, I'd feel some escape, some safe place or whatever.

In all honestly, I'm only afraid of one thing on this entire planet, and that is you're figuring out that I'm not as great as you think that I am and you leaving me...That is my fear, you leaving me...

I...I...love you...Feliciano...


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Tan hands quivered as chocolate eyes scanned over the crumbled letter. "He...loves..me?" Feliciano's eyes read the last line of the letter over and over again. His mind was racing and his heart followed suit. How could the German not have told him sooner?

Of course the young Italian knew that he shouldn't have been in the German's study snooping around, but he couldn't help it for he was naturally curious.

Feliciano felt tears appear in his eyes and blinked them away, regretting the choice he made to enter this room. He knew that Ludwig would be home any second now and he would be caught reading this letter, tears in his eyes. He couldn't help but think of the negative events that were surely to follow this and he braced himself mentally for Ludwig to deny everything in that letter. "He loves you...and you love him...you can do this Felici!"

He took a breath and then;

"Feliciano! What are you doing in my stu-" Azure eyes immediately focused on the crumpled piece of paper between smooth tan hands. Ludwig froze. There wasn't anything that he could say or do that would take back what the Italian was holding. He had meant every word after all.

After this, they had stood frozen. Both men, stuck in a position that had to be both awkward and wonderful. Neither wanted to say the wrong thing, in case either spoke at all. Their eyes were locked, caramel on ice. Both had their mouthes partially open, as though they wanted to speak the same words. But no, they didn't have the nerve.

The lithe frame of the Italian was shaking as if there was an earthquake beneath his feet. He had to say something, whine, cry, make some sort of noise. No, this wasn't the time for that...this was a time to say something that had needed to be said for a very long time. Gathering all the strength and courage that he had, Feliciano walked towards Ludwig, who was still frozen in a state of embarrassed shock.

His fingers let the letter fall and set themselves on the shoulder and face of a flushed German. He allowed his eyes to break contact for a second to look at the ground then rose back up to Ludwig's. With half of a grin he stretched up and kissed pale lips gently. Feliciano's head leaned back and his right hand slid to a muscled chest, blush on his cheeks.

"I...I love you too, Ludwig."