Aaaaaa, this is anon's first ever fill on the Hetalia Kink Meme... pardon me if I get anything wrong ;u; N-now, do enjoy!
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Feliciano was in an extremely cheery mood that night. He literally skipped instead of walking, and he sang every moment he could (Romano pelted him with a tomato after three hours of non-stop singing). He laughed and cheered and twirled with such sunshine and enthusiasm, the wilting flowers would've bloomed in his presence. He was that cheerful, and it wasn't dying down.
The reason for this was the fact that he was about to have his first date with his new girlfriend that night.
It wasn't his first date, all in all, as a country, he'd lived a long time, and he'd had a few dates here and there, and flirting came as second nature to him around girls. He loved girls, naturally. They were nice and soft and pretty and smelled nice, and they were always really kind to him. He liked girls and girls liked him, and that was that for a while. But then he met Monika, and everything changed. Suddenly, he found himself falling in love with the personification of Germany, and suddenly, he found himself telling her, and suddenly, he found himself skipping to go on his first date with her.
When he first told her, he'd been very direct. He wasn't the type to beat-around-the-bush, and so he told her straight off. He would never forget her reaction though. Her face turned so red, it could've rivalled Romano's classic tomato-face! But he was glad, she accepted, and anyway, right now, everything was right and well in Feliciano's world.
Feliciano skipped up to the doorway of the Beilschmidt household, and politely knocked on the door, humming to himself, little "Ve~"s coming out from his mouth as well. He was dressed well, as always, the little gravity defying curl still stubbornly bouncing on his head as he rocked himself back and forth on his feet, waiting. And then suddenly, the door opened, and for a second Feliciano thought it was a monster, but he immediately broke into a large grin when he saw a familiar mess of silvery hair and crimson eyes. Feliciano laughed.
"Gilberrrrt~"
Gilbert Beilschmidt, personification of the used-to-be-nation Prussia and the big brother of Germany/Monika, grinned down on him, and ruffled the italian's hair, carefully avoiding the curl. "Yo~ Here to pickup my sister, Feli?"
Feliciano nodded enthusiastically.
"Kesesese~ I'll call her down then. She's spent hours getting ready for you." Gilbert grinned, before yelling "MonikAAAAAAAA"
"Shut up, bruder, I can hear you just fine!" came a stressed shout from up the stairs, and Gilbert turned back to Feliciano.
"She'll be down in a minute or two~" he smiled. "By the way, Feli. One more thing."
Feliciano tilted his head, innocently. "Ve?~ What is it, Gil?"
Gilbert's expression suddenly turned dark and serious, his crimson eyes narrowing, his voice taking on a stern tone. "You better treat her well, Feli. If you ever dare to break my sister's heart, I will end the personification of Northern Italy myself. Do you hear me?" he growled.
Feliciano shrunk back, quivering, on the brink of tears, and hurriedly saluted sloppily. "Y-Yes sir!"
First Date {1/?}
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Feliciano was in an extremely cheery mood that night. He literally skipped instead of walking, and he sang every moment he could (Romano pelted him with a tomato after three hours of non-stop singing). He laughed and cheered and twirled with such sunshine and enthusiasm, the wilting flowers would've bloomed in his presence. He was that cheerful, and it wasn't dying down.
The reason for this was the fact that he was about to have his first date with his new girlfriend that night.
It wasn't his first date, all in all, as a country, he'd lived a long time, and he'd had a few dates here and there, and flirting came as second nature to him around girls. He loved girls, naturally. They were nice and soft and pretty and smelled nice, and they were always really kind to him. He liked girls and girls liked him, and that was that for a while. But then he met Monika, and everything changed. Suddenly, he found himself falling in love with the personification of Germany, and suddenly, he found himself telling her, and suddenly, he found himself skipping to go on his first date with her.
When he first told her, he'd been very direct. He wasn't the type to beat-around-the-bush, and so he told her straight off. He would never forget her reaction though. Her face turned so red, it could've rivalled Romano's classic tomato-face! But he was glad, she accepted, and anyway, right now, everything was right and well in Feliciano's world.
Feliciano skipped up to the doorway of the Beilschmidt household, and politely knocked on the door, humming to himself, little "Ve~"s coming out from his mouth as well. He was dressed well, as always, the little gravity defying curl still stubbornly bouncing on his head as he rocked himself back and forth on his feet, waiting. And then suddenly, the door opened, and for a second Feliciano thought it was a monster, but he immediately broke into a large grin when he saw a familiar mess of silvery hair and crimson eyes. Feliciano laughed.
"Gilberrrrt~"
Gilbert Beilschmidt, personification of the used-to-be-nation Prussia and the big brother of Germany/Monika, grinned down on him, and ruffled the italian's hair, carefully avoiding the curl. "Yo~ Here to pickup my sister, Feli?"
Feliciano nodded enthusiastically.
"Kesesese~ I'll call her down then. She's spent hours getting ready for you." Gilbert grinned, before yelling "MonikAAAAAAAA"
"Shut up, bruder, I can hear you just fine!" came a stressed shout from up the stairs, and Gilbert turned back to Feliciano.
"She'll be down in a minute or two~" he smiled. "By the way, Feli. One more thing."
Feliciano tilted his head, innocently. "Ve?~ What is it, Gil?"
Gilbert's expression suddenly turned dark and serious, his crimson eyes narrowing, his voice taking on a stern tone. "You better treat her well, Feli. If you ever dare to break my sister's heart, I will end the personification of Northern Italy myself. Do you hear me?" he growled.
Feliciano shrunk back, quivering, on the brink of tears, and hurriedly saluted sloppily. "Y-Yes sir!"