Title of chapter: Same mirror
Characters: Wellschmidt Ludwig (Germany) / Lovino "Romano" Vargas (Sud! Italy)
Rating: Yellow
FOOTNOTES One-shot / Shonen
-ai Disclaimer: characters, places and habits are the property of Sensei Himaruya, the writing and situations are my property.
fanfiction ranked fourth in the contest "A Contest for Faber" announced by Roy Mustung're a dumpling
. Same mirror.
was the first time I met him. Feliciano was usually a treat, his stupid brother, and had never raised the issue of understanding what kind of person he was. It certainly was not the right time to cross their paths, since they seemed to have the same mood. Ludwig, tall and muscular with blond hair in the light of the midday sun seemed white, Lovina, with the bunch that started from the very front parallel to the ground and eyes on the world around one thing in common ...
"Hey, potato-eating, take a little 'more in there that I'm hot!" His voice broke a little warm that air Summer Lovin property, giving the owner two blue eyes full of anger.
"Why should I heat it too, so dark and divided this certainly does not help." Despite the grumbling gave way to the boy, who sat down heavily in one small area of shadow show of indifference.
"Tsk, that's because you are stupid! Watch mine: is clear, so I just hot. "
The statement was greeted with silence unequivocal. Germany looked to southern Italy with the same expression which reserved to the brother of the North, perhaps slightly less exaggerated. It was certainly not meeting best he could do on a sultry summer afternoon, in which he could not even take a bath because he did not know the area well. He sighed, running a hand through his sweaty-yes, even her head-on.
"Listen to me ... it is clear that we are both cranky, we both have hot beyond the different color of the uniforms, so ... "stared at a daisy that still resisted AFA overwhelming. "... since you know the area well, in short, lives there, is not that ... know of a river, I do not know, a lake near here? "
Nah, could not quite believe his ears. Man, the more masculine-eating potatoes that had ever known, asked him something like that tone? Worse than the first girl crush. It looked at him, feeling stupid and clearly a nonsense and get redness on the cheeks spread to the ears. No, why?!
'V. .. OK, follow me stupid. "muttered Lovino, causing a rustle in the grass dry when it lifted, closely followed by heavy footsteps caused by nailed boots of Ludwig.
something strange was happening.
walked for about a quarter of an hour under the sun that gradually grew more ruthless. Lovino had getting hotter, especially in the face, or was it just to see the effect at that time, a Germany surrounded by half-naked to the waist in the water?
short, he was not looking on purpose, but damn it, that body was screaming to be fixed-and perhaps even touched, this would have never crossed my mind even for a moment of Lovino .-
E Ludwig chose that moment to turn around, and saw the boy's face completely red and the expression almost pained. He looked sick, and his first impulse was to get close to help him. Well, then who would feel happy if his beloved brother had fainted in his presence? Better not think about it. And
approached, announced by the sound of water stirred and slow breaths and calibrated. The water seemed to have worked wonders. Without realizing it Lovino, Germany put her hands on her cheeks. They were hot, and strangely even more red.
"All right, Lovin?" One of the rare occasions when his name was uttered that.
And perhaps for the gesture, or words, or the embarrassment that had reached stratospheric levels, Lovin slipped on a rock-hating when he had decided to take off his boots, just to finish off against and for him huge breast of Germany.
stood still, with brown eyes wide open. Not a trace of redness, now it was well beyond that threshold, and the hands do not really know where to hold on to. They found a naked back, as wide as the chest, and the claw.
"Lovino ...?»
Ludwig's voice came muffled to the ears of the Italian, who preferred to put your lips on the skin fresh.
'... I do not know anyone-eating potatoes. "He said, getting up and ready to face whatever came into his mind. He put in a tip-toe, and here it is. A kiss to his lips.
"We're not so different ... after all. "
. Finish. You can
0 comments:
Post a Comment