💐Chapter V:April 12th, 1912 (Evening)💐
Feliciano
The~a doctor was good to me; he even gave~a me a loly! Apparently, I~a bruised my leg really bad from~a falling last night in Doitsu's room. The~a doctor told me to stay in bed today with~a ice on my bruise to help my leg... but that's BORING!
"Herr, I advice having someone stay with the pacient until he's well again." I~a frown to this and Ludwig chuckles a little.
"I agree. Thank you doctor for your help." He~a says stand up~a from the chair he had been in throughout the~a entire examination.
"You welcome, guten tag." He~a nods slightly before exiting with~a his assistant; Doitsu nodded slightly as well as he~a went up behind them and~a shut the door. He~a came back and sat next to me on the~a soft bed.
"I'm sorry Feli." Doitsu says as he pulls himself close to me.
"Don't~a be... Luddy." I~a giggle a tiny bit and he~a smiles.
"But it vas my fault you got hurt..." I~a stop him by putting my small finger against his lips.
"Shh... No it wasn't Luddy... It~a was an accident." I~a say before nuzzling my head against him.
"Zhen vhy do I feel so guilty?"
"Because~a someone you care for dearly got~a hurt. That's~a why." I~a tell him and he nods slowly.
"Ich liebe dich, Italia." He says slowly after a minute of silence.
"What?" I ask slowly in shock.
He~a doesn't repeat what he said... Instead, he~a stole my breath away... With a soft... long... kiss on m~a lips. After a minute, he breaks the kiss and I~a almost swoon in shock and yet... happiness.
"Doitsu... I... I..."
"Come here." He says before pulling me~a into his strong embrace and kisses me again. First... shock... but then, I kiss back. It was so... romantic... steamy... I~a felt as if we were ment to be... like it was set up by the~a cosmos. Soon, we break and I~a snuggle into Ludwigs strong chest with~a him embracing me.
"Ti amo, Doitsu..." I~a whisper softly. He places his head on mine and sighs.
"Ich liebe dich..." He kisses the top of my head, then rests his on mine once again, gently.
Ludwig
"Are you hungry mien liebe?" I ask after a vhile of holding him tightly in mien arms. He shakes his small head no but zhen we hear a huge rumble that obviously came from his stomach.
"Sì..." He says vith a slight giggle.
"Ja... how to get you food..."
"I~a can walk!" He says cheerfully. I shake my head 'no' before he can finish zhe statement.
"Nien. You can't valk. Doctor's orders." Vhen it comes to health, I von't budge on zhe vight zhing.
"Awh, come~a on... Please." He begs. He looks so cute but I can't say yes. I van't him to get better, not vorse.
"Nien mien liebe. I don't vant you getting vorse zhan you already are." He pouts for a second zhen nods in understandment.
"Fine... so when~a are we going!?" He asks zhis so fast, I barely can understand it.
"Nien."
"Awh come on..." He pleads.
"NO!" After this, he starts to tear up.
"Oh Scheiße..." Italy starts crying his eyes out.
"Italia, don't cry... I didn't mean to yell." He continues to cry so I climb back onto his bed and hug him again.
"Sh... don't cry. I'm sorry mien liebe... I'm sorry..."
Slowly, he starts to calm down and stop crying. Vhen he does, I kiss the top of his head again and he smiles.
"Ok Doitsu!" He says happily vhich makes me chuckle. No matter how sad he may be, he can bounce back like a kid vhen he get's a present.
"I can see if zhe stevard can bring us something. How about zhat?" I ask even zhough I plan on doing zhis.
"Ve~ Ok. Come~a back soon though." He says agreeing vith me.
Before I leave, I kiss him quvickly on zhe lips, zhen head out zhe door. It takes me a vhile tracking down a steward. In zhe end zhough, he can't do it. But he can bring us tea and some fruit since it's 2:30 and tea time... So I ask him to and give him a nice tip for his kindness and understatement. I return to zhe room to find Italy standing up, in front of zhe easel.
"Feliciano! You're not supposed to be..." He stops me.
"I'mma not. I'm kneeling on the~a chair to keep the pressure off my leg. I tied the~a ice to my leg with a belt." Mien gött... I can't even... He's too cute. I just valk over to him and kiss his neck from behind. He moans a tiny bit and zhen zhere's a knock on zhe door so I get it reluctantly.
The rest of zhe afternoon vent by slowly. Ve vhere confined to his room since he couldn't valk... but... It vasn't bad... since I could be vith him. By the time dinner time rolled around, I finally agreed to let Feliciano valk around since his leg vasn't bothering him anymore. But, I told him zhat if he felt a slight bit of pain, I'm carrying him.
Ve eat in zhe first class dining saloon tonight because of it's easier access. Zhe food is still terrific in quality, but I vill say the squab was probably the best thing I had. The À la Carte Restaurant is better in my eyes and so I zhink ve vill eat zhere for the rest of zhe voyage.
After dinner, J.J (John Jacob Astor) invites us to the smoking room for a smoke and brandy but I respectfully decline. I don't smoke and I don't want to introduce it to Italy. Anyway, he'd be bored since all zhey really talk about is politics and how zhey rule the vorld.
Instead, ve valk in zhe cool night on the boat deck. Zhe stars shine brightly above as ve valk; zhe moon has almost vanished from the night sky. Ve valk hand in hand down the deck; Feliciano's head rests on my shoulder.
"How's your leg feeling?" I ask softly as ve valk.
"Better because of you." He says softly. I smile and kiss the top of his head lightly, then, pull him a tiny bit closer to me. Ve continue valking until ve get to the farthest point zhat ve could go back on zhe boat deck.
"Doitsu..." I hear Italy say softly.
"Yes Italia?" I ask.
"Can ve go inside?" He asks; his voice shakes as a shiver runs up his back.
"Sure zhing mien liebe." Ve turn around and head for the grand staircase. Once inside, ve both feel a lot better. It vas a little cold out zhere, even for mien taste.
Ve go to my suite on B deck. The warm heat from the fireplace danced across our skin as the scent of freshly picked roses filled the air. Ve sit close on zhe couch, vatching the flames dance on zhe small logs and granite backing of the fireplace. His hands are in mine, and our legs are intertwined. Soon, he falls asleep laying on me and I chuckle. I stroke his hair softly and he sighs.
His heart beat is so smooth and slow... Just like zhe ticking of a clock... zhat lulls me to sleep.
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