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Germany woke up that morning with a strange feeling in his stomach –and he knew it wasn’t his stomach-ache coming up again, either.
It was more of a feeling of phantom pain, and that worried him.
Something was wrong, and he felt it.
What caused the uneasy feeling was the lack of a familiar presence in his bed when he awoke –a presence that was always there, at his side, in the mornings.
Feliciano.
It had turned a habit of him to sneak and slip unnoticed in his bed at night, and cuddle next to Germany, and it had been years since it had started… routine being broken only a few times before.
On his part, Germany had long since stopped opposing it, because he had started feeling more comfortable than he could admit with Italia near him, a warm routine that could still bring a flush to his cheeks despite everything.
Of course, as previously stated, there had been days when Italia had not been sleeping at his side –it occurred during national holidays, when he’d be going to sleep next to his brother, or the few times he was busy visiting his other friends, like Japan– but this time, Germany felt something was wrong nonetheless, because it was the fifth consecutive day Feliciano had not appeared at all, during the whole day.
It was probably his sixth sense developed after knowing Italia (the same sixth sense that made him buy tons of stomach–ache relievers every time he had to train Feliciano), but Ludwig had learned to trust it.
So, if his guts were right, there was going to be a problem of some nature and it was time to address it.
Still, he wouldn’t just go and seek Italia himself, because maybe his guts were wrong and Italia was just fine and sleeping with Romano in his bed, and would appear at least for lunch…
Stretching and leaving his bed, Germany quickly showered and brushed his hair, taking extra care of it, then went for his usual breakfast.
He had nothing prepared for the day –it was long since a war had happened, and he would probably sit with a book and some classical music all day – so he decided to wait for Italia in his garden.
The strange twist in his stomach didn’t leave him all morning though, as he attended to his dogs without fault and then gardened a bit, wondering why there were so many yellow birds around, and it was past midday when he decided that maybe he ought to go seek Italia.
It wasn’t normal that he wasn’t around for lunch either.
Usually, Feliciano would be all over Ludwig, asking for pasta and more pasta, but… today, and the four days before…
And Ludwig wasn’t going to admit he was missing Italia’s loudness either. It wouldn’t be like him to even think that… but it didn’t make it any less true.
Germany left his house and moved towards Venice, where the main house of Feliciano was (he had another one in Rome and another one in Sicily. The first was for both the Italia brothers, the Sicily one was mainly Romano’s), hoping to find the young man there.
Switzerland wasn’t in the house at his passage, thankfully (the other Nation still wasn’t happy of seeing him pass by), so he reached Italia without a hitch…
And it was then problems begin for Germany.
***
Ludwig looked at the opened front door with a perplexed face –even though Feliciano was quite air–headed, he never forgot to close the front door, knowing of the many thefts around the neighbourhood (god forbid some human to steal in a Nation’s house!).
“Italia? Are you there?” he called out, hesitating before entering.
He got an instant answer when a brown head popped up right in front of him, and wide eyes looked up at him.
“P–potato bastard!” Romano’s cheeks were flushed and he didn’t look fine at all. “For once… for once…” South Italy looked down, as if fighting against himself, then looked back up at him “for once, it’s good to see you”.
Ludwig felt his stomach contract painfully.
Did Romano just express… relief in seeing him?!
… was there worry in his eyes?
“Romano?” he asked, unsure of what to expect.
“It’s Feliciano” south Italy growled, wringing his hands together. “Something’s wrong with him but I can’t understand –he won’t tell me what’s wrong… I’ve been here for some days and…”
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Painful addiction [1/?]
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Germany woke up that morning with a strange feeling in his stomach –and he knew it wasn’t his stomach-ache coming up again, either.
It was more of a feeling of phantom pain, and that worried him.
Something was wrong, and he felt it.
What caused the uneasy feeling was the lack of a familiar presence in his bed when he awoke –a presence that was always there, at his side, in the mornings.
Feliciano.
It had turned a habit of him to sneak and slip unnoticed in his bed at night, and cuddle next to Germany, and it had been years since it had started… routine being broken only a few times before.
On his part, Germany had long since stopped opposing it, because he had started feeling more comfortable than he could admit with Italia near him, a warm routine that could still bring a flush to his cheeks despite everything.
Of course, as previously stated, there had been days when Italia had not been sleeping at his side –it occurred during national holidays, when he’d be going to sleep next to his brother, or the few times he was busy visiting his other friends, like Japan– but this time, Germany felt something was wrong nonetheless, because it was the fifth consecutive day Feliciano had not appeared at all, during the whole day.
It was probably his sixth sense developed after knowing Italia (the same sixth sense that made him buy tons of stomach–ache relievers every time he had to train Feliciano), but Ludwig had learned to trust it.
So, if his guts were right, there was going to be a problem of some nature and it was time to address it.
Still, he wouldn’t just go and seek Italia himself, because maybe his guts were wrong and Italia was just fine and sleeping with Romano in his bed, and would appear at least for lunch…
Stretching and leaving his bed, Germany quickly showered and brushed his hair, taking extra care of it, then went for his usual breakfast.
He had nothing prepared for the day –it was long since a war had happened, and he would probably sit with a book and some classical music all day – so he decided to wait for Italia in his garden.
The strange twist in his stomach didn’t leave him all morning though, as he attended to his dogs without fault and then gardened a bit, wondering why there were so many yellow birds around, and it was past midday when he decided that maybe he ought to go seek Italia.
It wasn’t normal that he wasn’t around for lunch either.
Usually, Feliciano would be all over Ludwig, asking for pasta and more pasta, but… today, and the four days before…
And Ludwig wasn’t going to admit he was missing Italia’s loudness either. It wouldn’t be like him to even think that… but it didn’t make it any less true.
Germany left his house and moved towards Venice, where the main house of Feliciano was (he had another one in Rome and another one in Sicily. The first was for both the Italia brothers, the Sicily one was mainly Romano’s), hoping to find the young man there.
Switzerland wasn’t in the house at his passage, thankfully (the other Nation still wasn’t happy of seeing him pass by), so he reached Italia without a hitch…
And it was then problems begin for Germany.
***
Ludwig looked at the opened front door with a perplexed face –even though Feliciano was quite air–headed, he never forgot to close the front door, knowing of the many thefts around the neighbourhood (god forbid some human to steal in a Nation’s house!).
“Italia? Are you there?” he called out, hesitating before entering.
He got an instant answer when a brown head popped up right in front of him, and wide eyes looked up at him.
“P–potato bastard!” Romano’s cheeks were flushed and he didn’t look fine at all. “For once… for once…” South Italy looked down, as if fighting against himself, then looked back up at him “for once, it’s good to see you”.
Ludwig felt his stomach contract painfully.
Did Romano just express… relief in seeing him?!
… was there worry in his eyes?
“Romano?” he asked, unsure of what to expect.
“It’s Feliciano” south Italy growled, wringing his hands together. “Something’s wrong with him but I can’t understand –he won’t tell me what’s wrong… I’ve been here for some days and…”