Romano quietly observed his brother from his hiding place, stalks of corn towering over him in their late summer prime. A ladybug ventured onto his hand, sending shivers up his arm. He flicked it away in disgust and silently cursed Alfred for his insistence on the World Meeting being held here in the middle of nowhere, USA. The only things to do out here were to be bitten by unknown bugs, sit around, and plot suicide brought on by chronic boredom. Romano didn't understand how anyone could survive here for one week and leave with their sanity still intact, much less their entire lives. America had countered all of his complaints with a bunch of gibberish about wanting to promote the small town identity that the United States had forgotten. He …show more content…
His brother sat relaxing beneath the shady leaves of a young peach tree, pure happiness radiating from his angelic face as always. Nothing, not even Ivan's bone chilling aura could stint the infectious power of Feliciano's everlasting, joyous, child-like demeanor. It made Romano sick. Everyone instantly fell in love with his brother's innocent little smile, his sweet voice, and that damn curl. He had a curl too. But he was forgotten, cast aside, and treated as the lesser brother. What he would give to be loved the way Feli was. Just the thought of it enraged him. Feli was such a stupid little …show more content…
After the solvent had loosened the glue, Ludwig gently seperated the pasta from Feli's face and began rubbing away the residue that was left behind. His thumb brushed against Feliciano's mouth. It was so...soft. Ludwig gingerly brushed his fingers over Feli's lips once more, his own cheeks blushing rosy pink. An idea suddenly wiggled its way into his orderly german brain...should he try it? Germany slowly leaned down. Their faces were now only inches apart. He softly pressed his lips against the sleeping Italian's. And those soft lips kissed