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Ludwig? "
"Alfed? "
The two men desperately searched for their lovers in the dimly lit cold damp streets.
"Kiku? Is that you? "The Japanese man quickly looked around, looking for the source of the faint sound of his name, only to be greeted with none other than Feliciano Vargas.
" Oh, Feliciano-kun, did you need something? "
"Have you seen Ludwig anywhere? I called and texted him but he didn't respond, last time I saw him he was outside. "
"No, I haven't sorry, I was actually looking for Alfred. Have you seen him at all? "Just before Feliciano could respond his phone began to frantically buzz. It was a text from Ludwig, letting the other know his whereabouts.
"Mein Bruder apparently needed help with something, it shouldn't take long but you know how he is. I'll let you know when I'm on the way back. "Feliciano sent back a quick loving response, something on the lines of- " Okay!! Love you, stay safe!! "
After he finished his reply, he quickly shut off his phone and shoved the device into his pocket.
"Sorry, you said something about Alfred right? "
"Hai, I was looking for him before you found me. "
On cue, Alfred texted his lover to let him know how long he'd be gone and where he went. Kiku did the same as the former, sending a small message letting the latter know that he got his message and that he'd be waiting for him when he returned home.
Once Japan put his phone back into his back pocket, his gaze fell onto Italy's. The two men look at each other with a gaze of love in their eyes. Almost like a signal was given, the latter tugged at the former's hand, pulling him over to the parked red convertible in the driveway.
As soon as the car doors closed, Italy sped off onto the main road that connected to a small path leading into the desolate forest. The car ride was quiet for a while before the Italian spoke up.
"Kiku? Do you remember the reason we broke up? "Before answering, Kiku gave a small sigh of sadness and regret. He didn't necessarily enjoy talking about the topic,but he didn't want to leave the question unanswered, so he gave in.
"It seemed like you loved Ludwig more than me. When I asked Yao-san for advice, he gave me an allegory, something about realising birds when they were ready. I thought it was right at the time but it didn't seem like it.
Italy gave a hum of content before speaking." I do love him, very very much, but everytime I look at you I can't help but feel jealous of you and Alfred. "
When Feliciano finished speaking, he stopped the car and entered the cozy cabin he parked in front of. When he was halfway to the door he turned around and signaled Japan to follow him.
The inside was dimly lit with small lamps placed in each corner of the cabin. Once both of them were inside, the Italian sat down on a blue plush couch and patted the spot beside him with his hand.
Once the latter sat down he began pressing light kisses onto the other's face. Morally this situation felt wrong in so many ways, but he couldn't seem to stop, each kiss he pressed in the Italians face seemed to deepen.
After about five minutes or so, Italy pulled away and cupped the former's face. They stared at each other with hidden intentions, though both of them wanted more. The brunette tilted his head a bit, almost like he was looking for something. A few moments passed before he pulled the other closer to his face to kiss again.
This time seemed different from before, it felt.. more intimate then the last. Hair was pulled, tongues touched, faint moans were let out, sweat beads piled on skin, and clothes were pulled at. Even though neither of them wanted to pull away they needed air, the atmosphere was full of heavy breathing and sleepy kisses.
Japan seemed exhausted but Italy wanted more, just to taste him, for the warmth of his body to never leave. He thought that if they wanted to do anything he'd be doing the majority of the work anyway.
Considering that Japan was too tired to do much, the brunette lightly tugged at the man's collar waiting for approval before starting. After he got the 'okay' faint love bites and hickeys spread over the former's neck. Since Kiku was too drained to give the same energy Feliciano gave, he decided to lay back and enjoy all of the lustful attention he was getting.
About an hour passed since the two arrived at the aforementioned cabin, ten minutes ago Feliciano's affection died down. Now instead of kisses on his face all he felt was the light rise and fall of Kiku's stomach from breathing.
Japan seemed to regain his energy and started messaging the small curl protruding from the Italians head. After feeling smooth skin caress his curl, the brunette quickly shot up and pulled the former into the small bedroom tucked away in the corner.
-i can't right smut for the life of me I'm genuinely so sorry bro-
Feliciano woke up due to the sunlight spilling into the bedroom. The Italian rolled onto his side to be greeted with a peacefully sleeping Japanese man laying next to him.
He let out a small giggle before moving hair out of the other's face and pressed two kisses into the latter's face, watching as he stirred in his sleep. The room they occupied was a mess. Clothes were thrown on the floor, the sheets were falling off the bed from the amount of aggression given from the night before.
After three minutes of admiring Japan, Italy got up and made breakfast for the two. He also opened his phone and looked over a few missed calls, but he decided he'd deal with Ludwig's confrontation later and live in the moment.