A to Z GerIta Drabbles I

A to Z GerIta Drabbles


I for Ice Cream


A/N: I wanted to apologize to a few people. I feel really bad that I brought up bad memories for you (I won't mention your name and I hope you know who I'm talking to). I used your suggestion to make up for it. -hugs-   


Also, if I hosted a contest (it's a surprise as of now), would you guys consider participating in it depending on what it was about.


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The Italian and the German was sitting on a lawn chair in the back yard of the Italians house. The hot, Mediterranean sun beat down heavily upon them. A small table had been placed between them. On the table sat two glasses and a book that the German had brought out but put down as it got too hot to read. There had been an accident nearby and now their power was out and the house was stuffy and hot.


The two lovers had retreated outside after pouring a drink for the two of them. Small beads of condensation dropped from the side of the glass; resembling the sweat that dripped down their face. Even the Italian who was accustomed to this sort of heat was sweating more than usual. They had both shed their shirt, wanting to be as cool as possible.


Ludwig turned his head tiredly to look at the Italian who was sprawled casually out on the lawn chair. His eyes silently grazed over the others tan chest. Despite how lazy he was during work outs, he had nice muscle tone. He had a smaller and leaner body build than the Germans but he was built none the less.


The Germans eyes wandered up to the Italians face. He had delicate facial features but he was handsome. His eyes were close lightly and a small smile was pleasantly sitting on his lips, as if he didn't mind the heat, despite the gleam of sweat coating his entire body. Ludwig felt a small smile tug on his own lips as his eyes softened. As much as the Italian annoyed him sometimes, he truly did love the Italian with all his heart.


Feliciano, as if sensing the others eyes on him, opened his eyes and looked over at the German. Soft brown eyes met with cyan orbs. Feliciano's mouth broke out into a grin, "Ve, what are you looking at, Luddy?" he asked cheerfully, though there was a slight hint of tiredness in his voice.


Ludwig felt his cheeks heat up in a blush. "Uh..." he stammered, "Nothing Feli." he said. He looked away, blushing darkly. Ludwig saw the Italian tilt his head curiously out of the corner of his eyes, which only caused his cheeks to heat up more furiously.


The Italian swung his legs to the side of his chair and swiftly moved to sit on Ludwig's lap. Ludwig blushed darkly and felt his entire body heat up from the blush.


"F-Feliciano?" he stumbled, looking into the Italians face. Feliciano smiled innocently and wrapped his arms around the Germans strong neck.


"Ve, Ludwig!" he whined, "I'm hot!" He wiggled his behind with impatience. If it were possible, Ludwig's face would have become even redder than it already was.


Ludwig put his hands on the Italians shoulders, halting his wiggling and pushing him away slightly, "I am too," he agreed, "Maybe if you got off me we'd both be cooler."


Feliciano pouted and his eyes flashed with hurt. His hands fell away from Ludwig's neck and rested at his side. "Germany doesn't want me?" he whimpered. His eyes instantly filled with beads of tears and his lips trembled. It was plain to see he was trying not to cry.


Ludwig sighed lightly. He didn't mean to upset his lover. The Italian was bored and only wanted to cuddle. Ludwig's hands gently slid around the Italians shoulders and pulled him closer, gently kissing the cover of his eyes.


"Nein," he murmured softly, "I do want you. Es tut mir lied, Italien, I don't like hot weather like you do."  


The Italian looked up at the German, his soft brown eyes looking up, round with curiosity. Ludwig gently brushed some of his hair behind his ears; "I have an idea." he smiled.


Feliciano's mood brightened instantly. He broke out in a smile and he bounced lightly, "What is it? What is it?" he asked excitedly.


Ludwig couldn't help but smile more at the Italians eagerness. It was hard to remember the Italian was older than he was. He nodded, "Ja, how about we go get some ice cream?" he asked.


Feliciano clapped his hands in agreement, "That's a great idea! Can we go now? Can we go now?" he asked as though he was a young child begging his parents for a treat.


Ludwig couldn't help but blush at his eagerness and nodded, "Ja, we can go. We need to put our shirts on though."


Feliciano pouted sadly, his shoulders slumping lightly, "Is there something wrong with my body?" he asked, frantically looking down at his body, searching for something that wasn't present.


Ludwig shook his head. "Nein, Italia." he said, his face blushing deeply, "Your body is perfectly fine. Some places won't let you in if you're not wearing a shirt, that's all."


Feliciano immediately relaxed and nodded, a grin replacing his pout, "Ve~ ok! Why didn't you say so?" he asked, standing up and finding his shirt. Ludwig just sighed quietly and shook his head at the Italian. He retrieved his own shirt a tugged it back into place over his slick chest. Feliciano blushed and went. Before Ludwig could react, Feliciano's hand slid under his shirt and touched his wet skin.


"Germany's sweating a lot." he declared simply. Ludwig stiffened and squirmed under his touch. He wanted to deny it but he felt a chill run up his spine.


"Italy..." he said, pushing his hand off his chest. Feliciano giggled an grinned widely.


"Let's go for ice cream now!" he exclaimed happily, as I'd that hadn't happened. Ludwig, still flustered by Feliciano touching his bare chest, only nodded with a dazed expression on his face.


Feliciano cheered happily and took Ludwig's sticky hand and began to drag him towards the Vespa. A furious blush bloomed on Ludwig's cheek. The Italian was hard for him to keep up with. His emotions changed so rapidly that he was always left scrambling to try and figure out the Italian.


Feliciano sat on the scooter and patted the seat space behind him, smiling for Ludwig to get on. Ludwig's blush only became more red and vibrant as he sat behind the Italian and wrapped his arms around his smaller waist. Feliciano didn't seem to care or notice. He pulled away from their house and drove towards their favorite ice cream stand.


After they had gotten their ice cream, they went to a seating area outside the shop and ate their ice cream. Ludwig spooned the chocolate treat from his cup into his mouth. He glanced around the beautiful Italian city. He couldn't begin to find words to describe the beauty. Rome was an old city but there was a nice mixture of its ancient past and its modern present. He loved how history seemed to be at every turn. He could spend his life in Rome and still learn something new about it everyday.


He turned his gaze to the Italian happily licking at the vanilla cone. It was still extremely hot but the Italian looked comfortable eating ice cream beside the German. A gentle smile tugged at the corner of the German's mouth. He loved how adorable the Italian was; he loved how kind he was, how he was so innocent despite having gone through the hardships he had, how he was so caring for others and how he was so generous. The German was hard on the Italian but it was only because he cared about him so much. He didn't want him to be so reliant on him if he got in trouble. He was terrified that he might be too late to help him and result in the Italian getting hurt or worse.


Despite how annoying the Italian could be sometimes, Ludwig knew he needed the Italian in his life.


Feliciano seemed to notice Ludwig staring at him. He glanced up, not noticing the ice cream above his lip. Ludwig's eyes widened slightly and he blushed. The Italian looked so adorable and kissable. Sure they were technically dating, but Ludwig was never wild of showing affection, especially in public. But seeing the Italian with ice cream on his lips looked so adorable.


Neither said a word as Ludwig leaned close, his large calloused hand gently angling the Italians chin upwards. Their eyes met; icy blue meeting warm brown. It seemed like forever until Ludwig leaned forward and gently pressed their lips together.


Feliciano responded by kissing back gently. Their hearts seemed to sync with one another's and both their faces heated up in a blush. The kiss was brief but sweet, both pulling back and looking at each other with warm, adoring eyes for the man in front of them.


"Ti amo, Luddy." Feliciano whispered.


Ludwig smiled ever so softly and gently caressed his cheek, "Ich liebe dich, Italien."