The Jack of Broken Hearts 1a
anonymous
May 3 2011, 01:30:35 UTC
I lost my fill virginity for this, so I hope you like it! XD __________________________________________________________________________
Feliciano thought Ludwig looked absolutely stunning in a classic black tuxedo. The King of Hearts always has an impeccable appearance, but to Italy it seemed that Ludwig was glowing with some other worldly beauty. The King’s eyes were alight with joy, a small smile was permanently etched onto his face, an expression that Feliciano hadn’t seen since before the war.
The Jack of Hearts watched Ludwig tug at the sleeves of his tuxedo, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles from the flawless fabric. The company providing the suits had been specially picked by Feliciano from his home country of Italy. Ludwig was the king after all, and therefore deserved the best money could buy. After finding himself presentable, the King then turned to ask the Jack’s opinion.
“You do think I look presentable do you. I don’t want. . . I want to appear impressive.” Ludwig spoke.
“Doitsu, you look amazing!” Feliciano cheered in response, eyes still taking in the splendor before him. Ludwig, as always, looked doubtfully at the mirror, and the Jack knew that calculating look; knew that the German King was picturing everything that could go wrong during the wedding and trying to avoid disaster.
Feliciano rolled his eyes. ‘Typical German’, he thought.
“Ve! Ludwig, you’re always so serious! Japan is not going to suddenly call of the wedding because he doesn’t like your suit!” Ludwig however, didn’t look very reassured by Feliciano’s words.
“You know, if he does call of the wedding because of something like that, he never loved you in the first place. You might just want to give it up now.” A small part of Feliciano was ashamed of what he just said, but a much larger part of him, the part that was pulsing with jealousy and anger, couldn’t bring itself to care.
Feliciano often thought that he was going to lose it, driven insane by heartbreak like one of those crazy housewives on late night television that his brother Lovino watched.
This last month of wedding planning had been hell for him, and every day the Jack of Hearts could feel himself growing bitter and apathetic.
He would be lying if he said that he was not scared of what the future will hold for him. Many nights Feliciano could not sleep, the mental image of himself being alone and pinning after his best friend for the rest of his life haunting his conscious. And when Feliciano did manage to fall asleep, the dreams were ten times worse than what he thought of while awake. He dreamt of being forgotten, dying alone, and worst of all, being hated by Ludwig.
But even more so than the feeling of fear, Feliciano harvested an immense amount of hatred towards this man Japan, who had stolen away Ludwig’s heart while the King was overseas. Bitterness filled Feliciano’s being, and he was finding it harder and harder to be happy for his best friend. Which sucks, considering he’s the best man in the wedding.
The Jack of Broken Hearts 1b
anonymous
May 3 2011, 01:31:34 UTC
While Italy had been lost in thought, Ludwig had tried on another suit, and was now observing himself with a defeated look.
“I’m never going to find one!” the King sighed in exasperation, staring himself in the mirror.
“Ludwig”, Feliciano started, stepping between the mirror and the love of his life, busying himself with straightening Ludwig’s lapels as he spoke.
“I think you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear”, he stated carefully, stomping on the raging voice in his brain that said he should tell Ludwig right now how madly in love he was, and then the two could cancel the wedding and elope to a small town on the coast, where they serve lots of pasta. “If Japan is as great of a man as you say he is, I think he will think the same thing.”
German laughed back, slightly strained, “I am being stupid aren’t I?”
“No, you are just being Ludwig”, Italy smiled. “It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t over-analyze everything.”
Ludwig stepped closer, tilting his head down to look Italy in the eyes.
“What would I do without you?” he asked, and Italy felt his breath catch and his heart leap. And just like that, Ludwig stepped away and the moment was gone.
Feliciano stumbled for something, anything to say. His voice was dry, mind jumbled.
He wanted to stay something earth shaking, something that would make Ludwig somehow realize that he was madly in love with Feliciano and call of the wedding.
He settled for, “You should get that suit. It looks good on you.” Germany smiled over his shoulder, before slipping back into the changing room.
Italy stared after him, wondering how he was going to survive the remaining weeks before the wedding.
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Feliciano thought Ludwig looked absolutely stunning in a classic black tuxedo. The King of Hearts always has an impeccable appearance, but to Italy it seemed that Ludwig was glowing with some other worldly beauty. The King’s eyes were alight with joy, a small smile was permanently etched onto his face, an expression that Feliciano hadn’t seen since before the war.
The Jack of Hearts watched Ludwig tug at the sleeves of his tuxedo, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles from the flawless fabric. The company providing the suits had been specially picked by Feliciano from his home country of Italy. Ludwig was the king after all, and therefore deserved the best money could buy. After finding himself presentable, the King then turned to ask the Jack’s opinion.
“You do think I look presentable do you. I don’t want. . . I want to appear impressive.” Ludwig spoke.
“Doitsu, you look amazing!” Feliciano cheered in response, eyes still taking in the splendor before him. Ludwig, as always, looked doubtfully at the mirror, and the Jack knew that calculating look; knew that the German King was picturing everything that could go wrong during the wedding and trying to avoid disaster.
Feliciano rolled his eyes. ‘Typical German’, he thought.
“Ve! Ludwig, you’re always so serious! Japan is not going to suddenly call of the wedding because he doesn’t like your suit!” Ludwig however, didn’t look very reassured by Feliciano’s words.
“You know, if he does call of the wedding because of something like that, he never loved you in the first place. You might just want to give it up now.” A small part of Feliciano was ashamed of what he just said, but a much larger part of him, the part that was pulsing with jealousy and anger, couldn’t bring itself to care.
Feliciano often thought that he was going to lose it, driven insane by heartbreak like one of those crazy housewives on late night television that his brother Lovino watched.
This last month of wedding planning had been hell for him, and every day the Jack of Hearts could feel himself growing bitter and apathetic.
He would be lying if he said that he was not scared of what the future will hold for him. Many nights Feliciano could not sleep, the mental image of himself being alone and pinning after his best friend for the rest of his life haunting his conscious. And when Feliciano did manage to fall asleep, the dreams were ten times worse than what he thought of while awake. He dreamt of being forgotten, dying alone, and worst of all, being hated by Ludwig.
But even more so than the feeling of fear, Feliciano harvested an immense amount of hatred towards this man Japan, who had stolen away Ludwig’s heart while the King was overseas. Bitterness filled Feliciano’s being, and he was finding it harder and harder to be happy for his best friend. Which sucks, considering he’s the best man in the wedding.
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“I’m never going to find one!” the King sighed in exasperation, staring himself in the mirror.
“Ludwig”, Feliciano started, stepping between the mirror and the love of his life, busying himself with straightening Ludwig’s lapels as he spoke.
“I think you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear”, he stated carefully, stomping on the raging voice in his brain that said he should tell Ludwig right now how madly in love he was, and then the two could cancel the wedding and elope to a small town on the coast, where they serve lots of pasta. “If Japan is as great of a man as you say he is, I think he will think the same thing.”
German laughed back, slightly strained, “I am being stupid aren’t I?”
“No, you are just being Ludwig”, Italy smiled. “It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t over-analyze everything.”
Ludwig stepped closer, tilting his head down to look Italy in the eyes.
“What would I do without you?” he asked, and Italy felt his breath catch and his heart leap. And just like that, Ludwig stepped away and the moment was gone.
Feliciano stumbled for something, anything to say. His voice was dry, mind jumbled.
He wanted to stay something earth shaking, something that would make Ludwig somehow realize that he was madly in love with Feliciano and call of the wedding.
He settled for, “You should get that suit. It looks good on you.”
Germany smiled over his shoulder, before slipping back into the changing room.
Italy stared after him, wondering how he was going to survive the remaining weeks before the wedding.
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Thank you author!anon!
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