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APH: Memories and Dreams

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Feliciano sat in bed, his arms hugging tight to his knees. He watched the sleeping figure beside him, and a small nostalgic smile played across his lips. He was sure this was Holy Roman Empire. They were just too similar to not be one and the same. However, Ludwig didn't remember him. Even if he did, would he still feel the same now that he knew that the girl he fell for was actually a boy?

The German shifted from his side to his back as if on cue, snorting in his sleep before falling silent once more. His normally neatly slicked hair was strewn across his forehead and mussed from sleep. It suited him better than that stuffy look did. Feliciano silently reached out and brushed away the fringe. Rather than detracting his hand after that, he dragged his finger tips gently down Ludwig's cheek, eyeing his expression for signs of his awakening. When he didn't so much as twitch, Feliciano changed positions to be on his knees. He leaned down, and gently pressed his lips to Ludwig's. He lingered for a few seconds before sitting back up.

Tears stung at his eyes, and he blinked rapidly in an attempt to stop them. It was to no avail. They quickly spilled over, and Feliciano went back to his original position. He pressed his face into the skin of his legs, biting at his lip as soft sobs and whimpers escaped.

The sounds broke through Ludwig's dreams, and dragged him to the world of conciousness. Blinking dazedly, he sat up, and glanced towards the clock on the table that read 02:17. He turned his gaze to the Italian beside him. "Italy?"

Feliciano curled in on himself further. His shoulders shook with the effort not to cry loudly.

The brunet was being horribly out of character, and Ludwig concluded that that couldn't mean anything good. Hesitantly, he reached out and pulled Feliciano closer. The Italian didn't resist, and more or less collapsed into Ludwig's embrace.

"Italy, what's wrong?" Ludwig stared in confusion as the other nation cried against his chest.

"I-it's nothing, D-doitsu." Feliciano slowly began to calm down, sniffling and pulling back to wipe at his tear-streaked face. "J-just a nightmare."

Ludwig furrowed his brow. That didn't seem right. Feliciano didn't even look like he had been to sleep yet. "You're lying."

Feliciano simply shook his head, and threw himself back at Ludwig, dragging them both to the mattress. He adopted a sloppy smile, trying his hardest to look normal once more. "The pasta was all gone, and England became the chef of the world! It was scary."

Ludwig wasn't convinced, but he let it drop. He sighed, and closed his eyes once more. "Go to sleep, Italy."

"Okay." Feliciano held fast to Ludwig's arm, forcing himself to drift off to an uneasy sleep.

Meanwhile, Ludwig lay awake. He stared up at the cieling, and listened as the other's breathing evened out. His mind was reeling over the dream he had been awoken from, and the girl in the dress. Who was she? Why did she seem so familiar? More importantly, why was he never able to see her face?

He glanced towards the sleeping brunet.

"Italy..."
Umm...unoriginal story is unoriginal (and boring), I know. I haven't written any fanfiction other than Death Note in over three years. So yeah, consider this a sort of aid to my transition to other fandoms fanfiction-wise. XD

I apologize if this sucks. orz It's short, and I've yet to get a good grasp on personalities. Hopefully I'll be able to rewrite this fic to be much more substantial in the future.

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12Freddofrogs's avatar
Aaaaw! It's so sweet and adorable.