APH Fic Dreams Aren't Real chapter 10
Title: Dreams aren't real
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany, Italy,
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I think
Summary: Ludwig has been having weird dreams lately. Of someone called Italy and calling him Germany. But those are just dreams right? They and the people in them aren't real right?
Ludwig sighed as he walked up the stairs. The entire day had been tiring and all he wanted to do was to crawl back into what he believed to be his bed and sleep.
He entered his room. He froze when he saw a figure on his bed.
Instinct kicked in. his left hand went to the light switch and his right went to the back of the waistband of his pants. A second later he cursed the action; he hadn’t held a gun in about thirty years.
Light flooded the room.
Feliciano was sitting in the middle of the bed.
“Feliciano.” Ludwig whispered.
“Italy.” he said. “North Italy.”
“West Germany.” Ludwig said.
Feliciano licked his lips before saying apologetically “I’m sorry about coming into your house like this.”
“It’s alright.” Ludwig said. “How did you get in?”
“There’s a key under the doormat at the back door.” he said. “A bit rusty but it still works.”
Feliciano looked up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry for coming in like this. I just really needed to see you.”
“It’s alright.” Ludwig heard himself say. “I wanted to see you too.”
Without saying another word Ludwig climbed onto the bed, on top of Feliciano. Feliciano leaned back and lay down on the bed. Ludwig leaned closer to Feliciano. Their breaths mingled together.
“Who are you?” Ludwig asked. “Who are you to me?”
“I don’t know.” Feliciano whispered.
“How did you get here?” Ludwig asked. “Italy is an entire country away.”
Feliciano swallowed lightly. “I…I just wanted to be here and suddenly I was here. I think it has to do with being a personification.”
“Did your house update by itself too?” Ludwig asked dryly.
Feliciano giggled slightly. “My brother Lovino almost had a heart attack when it happened.”
The two stared at one another in silence.
“We had something.” Feliciano whispered. “Before we forgot. We had something together. What were we?”
“Friends? Allies? Lovers? I don’t know.” Ludwig said.
Feliciano looked up at him through his eyelashes. His brown eyes connected with Ludwig’s blue eyes. Before either of them really knew what they were doing their faces tilted to one another and their lips were centimeters away from each other.
Both closed their eyes as their lips finally connected and a warm tingle spread through their bodies. Feliciano gave a moan as their tongues met.
“Ever since the 900s I have loved you!”
“No matter how much time passes I will always love you more than anyone in the world!”
“Germany! Germany! You know that I love you right?”
“We’ll be friends forever!”
“You promise you’ll never forget me?” “Never.”
“Germany. I’m scared.” “Don’t be. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“No matter what happens Italy, I will always love you.”
Ludwig and Feliciano fell to the bed with Ludwig on top of Feliciano. Feliciano pushed Ludwig onto his body and entwined their legs the entire time they didn’t separate their lips.
When they finally broke apart to breathe Ludwig slid his hands under Feliciano’s shirt after pulling it out of his pants. Ludwig’s hands slid over Feliciano’s chest as Feliciano arched into the touch.
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Gilbert didn’t uncover his ears until he had reached the backyard and somewhat into the forest. He cautiously removed his hands and strained to hear anything.
Nope. He can no longer hear his little brother having sex with what Gilbert now believed to be his boyfriend.
“This is so not awesome.” Gilbert said. “My little brother is having sex before me. Not awesome at all.”
He paused for a moment. He used the word ‘awesome’ twice.
He tried to glance up at the yellow bird that was now sleeping on his head. “I don’t suppose you have any of the answers.”
To his surprise the bird woke up, and chirped once before taking off. Gilbert held out his hand and the bird landed in it.
“What are you going to do?” Gilbert asked in amusement.
His red eyes met the birds little black ones.
“I keep telling you!” Prussia screamed. “We don’t have a choice! When our boss orders us to do something we have to do it! Regardless of what that order is!”
“You are lying!” the man snarled. “That is bullshit!”
“How the hell can I be lying!” Prussia roared. “We personifications are born for the people! We obey the people and the land! Those in charge of the land we must obey!”
This time the only answer was a pistol being drawn and a bullet placed carefully into his side.
Gilbert jerked back breathing heavily. He stared down at the yellow bird in his hand.
It tilted its head to the side.
“I don’t have any happy memories do I?” Gilbert asked dryly.
The bird gave another chirp as their eyes connected once more.
“And so the lone knight continued on his path to rescue his fair maiden. He knew that his love for her would stop at nothing than to rescue her from her horrifying captives.” Prussia read. He glanced down at the boy sitting on his lap.
“Beg me to read you a story and then fall asleep in the middle of it.” he sighed. He carefully marked the place he stopped and picked his little brother up. Carrying him to his bed he gently placed him and covered him.
He bent down and kissed Ludwig’s forehead. “Good night little brother.”
Gilbert blinked once before bringing a hand to his head. He massaged his forehead before looking back down at the bird.
“Alright birdy.” he said. “Are you the one who is doing this?”
If it was possible the bird seemed to smile.
Gilbert’s eyes narrowed. “Alright then birdy. Hit me again, I dare you.”
Their eyes connected.
Prussia cackled. Not laughed. Cackled.
“Oh come on Hungary.” he said laughter clear in his voice. “Tell me that your pulling one over on me. You? And that aristocrat? The one we used to beat up together?”
Hungary glared at Prussia. “Yes. And his name is Austria.”
“I know what his name is.” Prussia said waving his hand. “He’s my brother after all. What I don’t get is why, or rather how, the two of you got together.”
“That is none of your concern.” Hungary snapped. “Austria and I are getting married whether you like it or not.”
She stood and started towards the door. “Now if you will excuse me I need to go. There are still some things I need to take care of before the wedding.”
Prussia reached out and grabbed her arm tightly.
“Let me go.” she snarled.
Prussia didn’t say anything as he pulled her towards him.
“And what the hell?” Prussia asked quietly. “Happened to you and me? Huh? Didn’t we swear to one another that we would always be together?”
“Prussia.” Hungary sighed. “People change.”
“Not true.” he snarled. “Do you even love him?”
“Of course I do!” Hungary exclaimed.
“Hungary.” Prussia said. “Do. You. Love. Him?”
Without waiting for an answer Prussia drew her close and kissed her roughly on the lips. Hungary entwined her hands in Prussia’s hair as she deepened the kiss.
Just as he had suddenly started the kiss he parted. Turning he headed towards the door however he paused with one foot out.
“My love for you.” Prussia said without looking at her. “Will never change.”
Gilbert blinked before bringing a hand to his face.
When he drew his fingers back they were covered in some liquid.
He was crying.
“Hungary.” he whispered. “Hungary.”
Hungary. Austria.
There were others.
Besides the ones that they already knew, Germany and Italy and most likely the others were also countries, they were still a lot more out there.
Other countries that had personifications. Other countries that the personifications were no longer there.
They were all needed.
And the ones that were already found, they were the ones that had to find the others.
There was still one question.
Where the hell do they start?
Author/Artist: Me.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany, Italy,
Rating: T for now.
Warnings: None I think
Summary: Ludwig has been having weird dreams lately. Of someone called Italy and calling him Germany. But those are just dreams right? They and the people in them aren't real right?
Ludwig sighed as he walked up the stairs. The entire day had been tiring and all he wanted to do was to crawl back into what he believed to be his bed and sleep.
He entered his room. He froze when he saw a figure on his bed.
Instinct kicked in. his left hand went to the light switch and his right went to the back of the waistband of his pants. A second later he cursed the action; he hadn’t held a gun in about thirty years.
Light flooded the room.
Feliciano was sitting in the middle of the bed.
“Feliciano.” Ludwig whispered.
“Italy.” he said. “North Italy.”
“West Germany.” Ludwig said.
Feliciano licked his lips before saying apologetically “I’m sorry about coming into your house like this.”
“It’s alright.” Ludwig said. “How did you get in?”
“There’s a key under the doormat at the back door.” he said. “A bit rusty but it still works.”
Feliciano looked up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry for coming in like this. I just really needed to see you.”
“It’s alright.” Ludwig heard himself say. “I wanted to see you too.”
Without saying another word Ludwig climbed onto the bed, on top of Feliciano. Feliciano leaned back and lay down on the bed. Ludwig leaned closer to Feliciano. Their breaths mingled together.
“Who are you?” Ludwig asked. “Who are you to me?”
“I don’t know.” Feliciano whispered.
“How did you get here?” Ludwig asked. “Italy is an entire country away.”
Feliciano swallowed lightly. “I…I just wanted to be here and suddenly I was here. I think it has to do with being a personification.”
“Did your house update by itself too?” Ludwig asked dryly.
Feliciano giggled slightly. “My brother Lovino almost had a heart attack when it happened.”
The two stared at one another in silence.
“We had something.” Feliciano whispered. “Before we forgot. We had something together. What were we?”
“Friends? Allies? Lovers? I don’t know.” Ludwig said.
Feliciano looked up at him through his eyelashes. His brown eyes connected with Ludwig’s blue eyes. Before either of them really knew what they were doing their faces tilted to one another and their lips were centimeters away from each other.
Both closed their eyes as their lips finally connected and a warm tingle spread through their bodies. Feliciano gave a moan as their tongues met.
“Ever since the 900s I have loved you!”
“No matter how much time passes I will always love you more than anyone in the world!”
“Germany! Germany! You know that I love you right?”
“We’ll be friends forever!”
“You promise you’ll never forget me?” “Never.”
“Germany. I’m scared.” “Don’t be. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“No matter what happens Italy, I will always love you.”
Ludwig and Feliciano fell to the bed with Ludwig on top of Feliciano. Feliciano pushed Ludwig onto his body and entwined their legs the entire time they didn’t separate their lips.
When they finally broke apart to breathe Ludwig slid his hands under Feliciano’s shirt after pulling it out of his pants. Ludwig’s hands slid over Feliciano’s chest as Feliciano arched into the touch.
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Gilbert didn’t uncover his ears until he had reached the backyard and somewhat into the forest. He cautiously removed his hands and strained to hear anything.
Nope. He can no longer hear his little brother having sex with what Gilbert now believed to be his boyfriend.
“This is so not awesome.” Gilbert said. “My little brother is having sex before me. Not awesome at all.”
He paused for a moment. He used the word ‘awesome’ twice.
He tried to glance up at the yellow bird that was now sleeping on his head. “I don’t suppose you have any of the answers.”
To his surprise the bird woke up, and chirped once before taking off. Gilbert held out his hand and the bird landed in it.
“What are you going to do?” Gilbert asked in amusement.
His red eyes met the birds little black ones.
“I keep telling you!” Prussia screamed. “We don’t have a choice! When our boss orders us to do something we have to do it! Regardless of what that order is!”
“You are lying!” the man snarled. “That is bullshit!”
“How the hell can I be lying!” Prussia roared. “We personifications are born for the people! We obey the people and the land! Those in charge of the land we must obey!”
This time the only answer was a pistol being drawn and a bullet placed carefully into his side.
Gilbert jerked back breathing heavily. He stared down at the yellow bird in his hand.
It tilted its head to the side.
“I don’t have any happy memories do I?” Gilbert asked dryly.
The bird gave another chirp as their eyes connected once more.
“And so the lone knight continued on his path to rescue his fair maiden. He knew that his love for her would stop at nothing than to rescue her from her horrifying captives.” Prussia read. He glanced down at the boy sitting on his lap.
“Beg me to read you a story and then fall asleep in the middle of it.” he sighed. He carefully marked the place he stopped and picked his little brother up. Carrying him to his bed he gently placed him and covered him.
He bent down and kissed Ludwig’s forehead. “Good night little brother.”
Gilbert blinked once before bringing a hand to his head. He massaged his forehead before looking back down at the bird.
“Alright birdy.” he said. “Are you the one who is doing this?”
If it was possible the bird seemed to smile.
Gilbert’s eyes narrowed. “Alright then birdy. Hit me again, I dare you.”
Their eyes connected.
Prussia cackled. Not laughed. Cackled.
“Oh come on Hungary.” he said laughter clear in his voice. “Tell me that your pulling one over on me. You? And that aristocrat? The one we used to beat up together?”
Hungary glared at Prussia. “Yes. And his name is Austria.”
“I know what his name is.” Prussia said waving his hand. “He’s my brother after all. What I don’t get is why, or rather how, the two of you got together.”
“That is none of your concern.” Hungary snapped. “Austria and I are getting married whether you like it or not.”
She stood and started towards the door. “Now if you will excuse me I need to go. There are still some things I need to take care of before the wedding.”
Prussia reached out and grabbed her arm tightly.
“Let me go.” she snarled.
Prussia didn’t say anything as he pulled her towards him.
“And what the hell?” Prussia asked quietly. “Happened to you and me? Huh? Didn’t we swear to one another that we would always be together?”
“Prussia.” Hungary sighed. “People change.”
“Not true.” he snarled. “Do you even love him?”
“Of course I do!” Hungary exclaimed.
“Hungary.” Prussia said. “Do. You. Love. Him?”
Without waiting for an answer Prussia drew her close and kissed her roughly on the lips. Hungary entwined her hands in Prussia’s hair as she deepened the kiss.
Just as he had suddenly started the kiss he parted. Turning he headed towards the door however he paused with one foot out.
“My love for you.” Prussia said without looking at her. “Will never change.”
Gilbert blinked before bringing a hand to his face.
When he drew his fingers back they were covered in some liquid.
He was crying.
“Hungary.” he whispered. “Hungary.”
Hungary. Austria.
There were others.
Besides the ones that they already knew, Germany and Italy and most likely the others were also countries, they were still a lot more out there.
Other countries that had personifications. Other countries that the personifications were no longer there.
They were all needed.
And the ones that were already found, they were the ones that had to find the others.
There was still one question.
Where the hell do they start?