A/N: I got kinda stuck with Forget Me Not so I decided to work on the final chapter of this. It's definitely longer than the previous two chapters which I'm happy about. In other story news, I have been thinking about anther NSFW fic but I'm not too sure about it yet. It's probably going to take 6 months to write it and publish it just like the last one. More on that in the future. For now, just enjoy the fluff here and I'll be seeing you guys in the next update!


Feliciano moved through the ocean of students, occasionally looking at the room numbers to make sure he was going the right way. The Italian always wondered why the halls always seemed to be busier after school on Wednesdays. It was terrible, especially when you had to make it to club meetings or meetings in general. As Feliciano moved further down the hall, there became less and less students which the brunet breathed a sigh of relief to. He looked at the classroom numbers once again and opened the door to room 254. After making sure the room was empty, the Italian made sure to put the room's doorstop between the door and its frame before dumping his backpack on one of the desks and sat down.

Feliciano pulled his cellphone out and texted Kiku with nervous fingers. He didn't like being in this room alone. Last time he was alone in here, the door closed and got stuck causing the poor Italian to be trapped for almost three hours. As the brunet waited for his friend's response, he wondered why the Japanese man chose this room out of all the other available ones in the school. Everyone knew that the door to this classroom loved to get stuck. The only way to get out was for someone outside to open the door which was why the door was either left open or use the doorstop kept it cracked during class.

To calm his nerves, Feliciano began taking out his Chemistry book and notes. The brunet was happy that Kiku finally found some time to help him study, even if it was the day before his big exam. He would have been there with the Italian, but Elizabeta needed the darker haired man for a favor, causing Feliciano to go on alone. But it was okay! Once Kiku showed up, he would help the brunet. The Japanese man knew many ways to make his work sound simpler, just like Ludwig did!

Feliciano blinked at the sudden thought of the German and did his best to push it aside. Unfortunately, the thought of Ludwig was a hard one to pass up and his thoughts immediately went to their disastrous study session. Sadness was quick to settle in and the Italian couldn't help but internally yell at himself. Why couldn't he pay attention? He just had to zone out and let that kiss happen, didn't he? Ugh. Nothing was ever going to be the same between the two of them again!

A loud squeak broke Feliciano out of his thoughts and he looked up to see the door opening up. The brunet sighed with relief. Kiku showed up at the most opportune moment. The Italian could really use a distraction. But as Feliciano stood up to greet the Japanese man, he came to see that it was Ludwig at the door. The German was just checking the doorstop when his blue eyes met with surprised amber ones.

The calm air became tense as the two friends stared at one another. Feliciano could just feel his blood run cold and his head seemed to feel lighter than it did just a second ago. Ludwig looked equally tense, his hand still on the door's handle and his backpack hanging off one arm. The two of them just stared. Neither of them seemed to know what to do. In an attempt to break the unsettling silence, Feliciano moved his stiff arm to give the blond a small wave.

"Hi, Ludwig." His voice was quiet. It seemed almost unnatural to him.

"Hello." The German's was equally quiet, though he cleared his throat and continued a bit louder, "I-I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"Oh, you don't need to apologize." Feliciano laughed, "I'm just waiting for Kiku. He's going to help me study."

The brunet bit his lip at the word study while Ludwig flinched. The blond recovered after a few seconds and gave the other a silent nod while pulling his backpack back onto his shoulder. He had moved away from the door, but it looked like he wanted to leave.

"I-I was going to meet up with Elizabeta here. She said she had an idea for a club but we can talk about that outside since you need the room."

"Wait!" Feliciano called out, seeing Ludwig move to head outside. The blond paused, giving Feliciano some courage to continue. "W-Why don't you stay? You can sit at a desk and be comfortable that way instead of standing outside."

Ludwig stared at the brunet. He could see those begging eyes and Feliciano even motioned to all the available desks in the room for emphasis. It was…tempting. As much as he wanted to sit and enjoy his friend's presence once again, he didn't want to deal with anymore awkward silence than he had to.

"No, it's okay." The blond shook his head, giving the Italian an apologetic look, "Thanks anyway."

It hurt to see Feliciano looking sad at his rejection, but the brunet just nodded and offered him a smile in return. "Alright. I'll see you later then?"

He nodded and turned to leave the classroom once again. As he approached the door, it sounded like students were arguing outside and only proceeded to get louder. Just as Ludwig moved to push the door open, two people slammed against the door causing the German to jump back. Through the window, he was able to see Alfred, the school's Quarterback, being pushed by Ivan, a Wide receiver. The two teammates yelled at each other and nearly started wrestling in the middle of the hall when a teacher came along and broke them up before leading the two away.

"What happened?" Feliciano was standing in front of his desk, trying to peek out the door window.

"Looks like Alfred and Ivan got into another argument." Ludwig shrugged, adjusting his backpack once more, "It's best to ignore the reasoning when it comes to those two."

After determining that it was safe to leave, the blond pushed against the door only for it to not open. He blinked in confusion, looking to the ground to see the doorstop had been dislodged. Ludwig felt his body grow cold at the realization that Alfred and Ivan closed the door on them during the fight. In one last effort to see if he could force the door open, the German rammed his shoulder into the door. The only thing that resulted was having Feliciano inch closer to the front of the classroom with worried eyes.

"Um…" Ludwig looked over to the brunet, mirroring the Italian's worried look, "I'm afraid we're stuck in here."

"W-What?" Feliciano squeaked, the color draining from his face.

The poor Italian thought back to when he was last stuck in this classroom and had to lean against a desk to steady himself. Those three hours came back. Nobody was around to hear him banging on the door. What if the same thing happened, except he was stuck there for the whole night?! Feliciano nearly ran to the door, banging on it and rattling the handle in desperation while he called for help. There couldn't of only been Alfred and Ivan in the hall. Someone else must be out there!

"Give it up, Feliciano." Ludwig sighed, "There's no one else out there now. You're just wasting energy."

The Italian stopped, standing there in silence before moving to sit at a desk. He was shaking like a leaf and could only internally panic. His heart seemed to be trying to beat out of his chest and his eyes began to sting. Ludwig immediately took Feliciano's place and the Italian watched as the blond leaned up against the wall to stare out the window with crossed arms. The German was stuck in here with him. He wasn't alone. That thought alone calmed the Italian. Ludwig was with him and keeping watch. Feliciano's heart slowed to a steady beat and he took a deep breath. He didn't need to panic. Everything was going to be okay.

Feliciano jumped when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly got it out and saw he had a message from Kiku.

I apologize for taking so long. After helping Elizabeta, Mr. Aden asked for some help.

Feliciano felt his hope fall then rise again. Kiku was their key out!

Please hurry! The door closed and now I'm stuck in here with Ludwig.

After a few seconds passed by, Kiku sent another response. I'll try to hurry. I'm already in the middle of helping him. Why don't you talk to Ludwig about what happened?

He felt the blood run from his face and his heart nearly stopped. No! I can't talk to him about that now. I don't know what to say. What if he shuts me out?

He wants to talk. Trust me on this. You just need to give him the push to do so.

Feliciano stared at Kiku's last message, feeling his heart beat racing again. He was right, but he was scared. Their friendship was hanging by a thread. The Italian didn't want to be the one to make it snap. With a deep breath, the brunet pocketed his phone and turned his attention to his best friend.

"H-Hey, Ludwig?" Feliciano spoke up, causing Ludwig to glance at him for a moment before looking back out the window, "We need to talk."

"About what?"

"About…what happened…"

Ludwig's body seemed to become rigid, face brightening up before the blond began fidgeting. He refused to look back at the other man, reaching out to try the doorknob once again as if the door would magically become unstuck despite knowing otherwise. The silence that was somewhat comfortable before became tense, even more so under the Italian's eye.

"…There's nothing to talk about." he finally stated, continuing to stare out the window.

Feliciano was quiet, staring at the one person who became his first best friend. Was that accidental kiss really going to tear apart their friendship? The brunette's eyes began to sting at the possibility, but he blinked away the tears that wanted to form.

"Yes there is!" Feliciano almost shouted, standing up quickly.

Ludwig's head snapped towards the smaller boy, surprised by the brunette's actions. His body stiffened up upon seeing Feliciano in distress. Those amber eyes shining with forming tears, body shaking from pent up emotion… Ludwig never liked seeing Feliciano so upset, but even with his instinct to step forward and comfort him came; the blond couldn't move.

"…You probably already felt it." Feliciano continued, his voice quieter as his gaze fell to the floor, "Every time we see each other… it's just been one awkward encounter after another. It's like we have begun to build a wall between each other and…" A sniffle was heard and when he finally brought his head up to look Ludwig in the eye, the tears he had been trying to keep back began rolling down his cheeks. "Are we going to be able to stay friends? I don't want to think about not being around you…" Wiping the tears with the back of his hand, Feliciano lowered his gaze once again. "We… we could pretend it never happened. I just want us to be back to where we were before…"

Ludwig stared at Feliciano, unsure of what to say… unsure of what to do. He really had a strong urge to just go and embrace the Italian, to say that everything was going to be okay. But would everything really be okay? Releasing a frustrated sigh, Ludwig pushed a hand through his hair and walked to the other side of the classroom, very aware of the amber eyes that followed his every move.

"This… this isn't something we can just ignore!" Ludwig voiced, throwing his hands in the air and covering his face, "We can't just… pretend that kiss didn't happen. This isn't some problem that we can word differently just because we don't like it. If anything, that's just going to make things more awkward!"

"Then what?" Feliciano asked, moving towards Ludwig, afraid of what the blond would say, "I don't want to stop being friends. I… I didn't mean to ruin our friendship!"

"You ruin our friendship?" Ludwig lowered his arms, staring at the other, "Why are you taking the blame for all of this?"

"Because I-" Feliciano paused, staring back at Ludwig with confusion, "You… don't blame me for the kiss?"

Ludwig opened his mouth to speak, but nothing coherent came out. He quickly shut his mouth, cheeks reddening. Feliciano's face wasn't paler in comparison as the whole thing donned on the two of them. The silence seemed suffocating, but neither could figure out what to say. Despite what was being implied, it had to be too good to be true. They couldn't both be at fault.

"Ludwig…" Feliciano was the first to break the silence. The Italian seemed to have recovered, eyes looking hopeful as he stepped closer to the blond. "I do like you. Like… really like you."

The German's face only got redder, though he did manage to find his voice this time, "I… really like you too."

A big smile formed on Feliciano's lips as he rushed over to Ludwig and hugged him. Laughter filled the room, at first only the brunet's but the blond followed suit before hugging the other back. The room soon became silent as Feliciano pulled away, a few stray tears from before escaping but were quickly wiped away.

"I'm so happy." The Italian beamed, taking Ludwig's hand into his and squeezing it.

"Me too." He responded squeezing back.

Feliciano went and hugged him again. The two shared the pleasant silence, enjoying the new closeness between them. The smaller man moved back slightly, staring up into the blue of the German's eyes. As if by instinct, Feliciano moved closer as Ludwig leaned down and tilted his head. Their lips were just inches away when a loud squeak made them jump away from each other.

"Did you two get together yet?" Alfred called from the open doorway.

The new couple's faces turned bright red seeing that along with the Quarterback, there was also Kiku, Elizabeta, and Ivan in the doorway. The two of them spluttered incoherent sentences while Kiku and Elizabeta glared at the American. Alfred noticed and gave the two a confused look.

"What?"

"Alfred, you're too loud." Ivan shook his head, feeling sorry for the couple.

"W-What's the meaning of this!" Ludwig shouted, finally having a grip on words. His anger had finally taken over his embarrassment of the situation.

"I apologize, Ludwig, Feliciano." Kiku stepped forward, "This was for your own good."

"What do you mean?" Feliciano asked, staring at everyone in confusion.

"We came up with a plan to get you two together." Elizabeta elaborated.

"Though, locking you guys in here wasn't part of the plan." Alfred offered with a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck, "That was pure improv on my part. I was just being a hero and saving the day!"

"Yeah, with three days detention." Ivan pointed out coldly.

The American laughed and slapped the Russian's back, "It's worth it in the end." By the look in Ivan's eye, he didn't believe it.

"But why?" Ludwig demanded, "What could have possibly made you guys come up with this scheme!"

"I'm the one who talked to the two of you." Kiku reminded, "Both of you admitted to having feelings for the other."

"Why not just tell us then?"

"Would either of you believed me if I said so?" The silence in the room answered Kiku's question. "You had to see it for yourselves and this was the only way."

"Besides," Elizabeta smiled, walking into the room and guided Feliciano back to Ludwig's side, "The two of you look adorable together. Everyone suspected it was going to happen eventually."

Ludwig's face flushed with embarrassment once again and tried to make words come out of his spluttering mouth. Alfred and Elizabeta just laughed while Ivan commented on how lively everyone was getting. Feliciano just simply smiled, feeling just as embarrassed as the German, but also happier than he's felt in a while. He locked eyes with Kiku who was smiling at his two friends, happy with the outcome. The Italian mouthed a quick thank you to him and took Ludwig's hand into his own once again.

"Hey, since both of you are here, can you help me study for the exam tomorrow?"