Germany x Romano: Kiss "Potato bastard! Get your grubby hands off my little brother!" I screamed at Ludwig, also known as 'potato bastard' since he was helping Feliciano stand back up. Ya, he was on the ground. Why? Hell if I knew. He was just on the ground crying like he fell or something. Idiot. Ludwig looked over at me with those clear blue eyes of his. They were beautiful. I know that I'm always yelling at him, and acting like I'm always mad, but I'm actually jealous of my brother. He got all that attention from that beautiful, manly, German. I'm not good with showing too much emotion, so there's no way that I'll let him now how I really feel. I looked down, and didn't notice that Feliciano had left the room. I also didn't notice that Ludwig walked closer to me. "Romano. We need to talk," I heard him say. I glared up at him. "No way. I'm not talking to you," I said before turning to leave.
Germano: The Only Present Loneliness. It was quiet. Almost eerie. There was nobody. Nobody. I was alone. On Christmas. I sat closing my eyes slowly and not really feeling all that cheery on this holiday. As sad as it sounds, I was used to this kinda thing. People were busy with their friends and family. It was strange that Feliciano or Antonio hasn't shown up though. They usually gave me a visit, usually just a few moments to give me an unwanted hug and a gift and then they were off. But nobody was here. Nobody. I was alone. I sighed and glanced down at the few presents I was going to exchange with Antonio and Feliciano when they came. But they never would, and I knew this. I felt so abandoned. It was a sacred holiday for my religion when family and good friends would eat a feast and give presents to loved ones. It felt weird spending it alone. I laid back against
GERMANO LOVEIt was the dead of night as Romano traced his hand on the firm shoulder muscles that embraced him. Sliding down, caressing gently, trying to take in every contour. It was warm and smooth from the arms as he gently traced further to the rib side and into the pelvis. The warm skin looks like alabaster from the moonlight, creating more shadows as he continue caressing further down his partner's body. His hand stopped as it reached the vanguard of the blanket knowing quite well of the consequence if his hand were to continue down its journey. He settled for an embrace and rested his wandering hands over his lover, or was it too early to call each other as lovers?It was very odd to have someone beside him this... this pale. He was used to the tanned skin of his former lover. That guy was also muscled but more, more slender and long-limbed and long gone from his mind. He never thought in his life that he would ever do those kind of things-- with this guy. This potato bastard sleeping in fro