*dances* Oh yeah! I finally finished the first chapter to this! If you're reading, thank you for clicking and welcome to my first multi-chapter GerIta story! If you read Ti Amo, Insegnante, then it's good to see you again! :D Okay, so I won't keep you waiting much longer, I just want to make one thing clear to you. Whenever you see italics in the story, it means the characters are either thinking, exaggerating something, or saying something in a foreign language ;) Just so ya know.
Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to some person I can't remember the name of. He is a genius though :D He'd be the greatest genius of all though, if he'd just confirm that Germany is in fact Holy Rome and then GerIta could become canon ¬¬
TRANSLATIONS ARE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE
Ludwig sighed deeply as his left hand moved to his tie, tugging it down a little and unfastening the top button of his shirt, being careful not to hit himself with his briefcase. All the while, rain thundered down on his umbrella, held in his right hand.
'Curse this rain,' he thought, 'and it came right in the middle of summer too! Oh well... at least it's finally the weekend.'
And the weekend it was. Ludwig von Schroeder was the CEO of Axis Industrial, a big company in Germany that specialized in just about everything. Some called it a 'jack of all trades' company. As the head of the company, who's headquarters lay in the centre of Berlin, Ludwig's week consisted of multiple meetings and business deals, followed by meals at expensive restaurants with the heads of other major companies and house parties with billionaires who were interested in his work. That was until the weekend rolled around.
Once the clock turned 6:30 on Friday evening, Ludwig would hand control of his company to Kiku Honda, his Japanese CFO (Chief Financial Officer) and good friend, until 9:00, Monday morning. At the weekend, Ludwig could relax and have lie-ins, not worry about work (unless he got a phone call from Kiku that is. But that only happened if something was urgently wrong.), and generally let his hair down.
As he walked past the park he often passed on his way to and from work, he felt the rain get heavier, interrupting the string of thoughts that were planning his weekend.
"Scheiße..."he muttered, crossing over the road to try and get a little shelter from the trees that flared their leaves and branches out over the gates of the park. The thundering on his umbrella lessened slightly and he kept walking, thankful of his new shelter. As he passed the gates, he paid no attention to where he was walking and tripped right over the legs of someone sitting next to them. He quickly tried to regain his composure, putting one foot in front to ensure he didn't fall over. His head darted around, making sure no-one had seen him do that, but it seemed no-one had.
'Well,'he thought, 'now I know that...'
"Oi! Pass auf was du tust!"he yelled, turning around to face the person who's legs he had tripped over. The person's head flashed up, tears flying from their eyes. Had this person been... crying? They were dressed in an oversized purple hoodie, that bore the logo for one of the Universities in Rome, and tight black jeans. Their hood was pulled over their head, but Ludwig could see they were a brunette from their fringe, with childish, gold eyes. A blue messenger bag was on the ground next to them, and a red suitcase behind that. As soon as they saw Ludwig, they immediately went manic, repeating, "Mi dispiace! Per favore, non farmi del male!" over and over again. Ludwig's eyebrows furrowed. They were definitely not speaking German. Another glance at the person's hoodie soon put him right though. They weren't German, they were Italian.
'Damn! I don't know much Italian!'he thought, '… maybe this will work...'
He sighed, and using part of the only Italian he knew, Ludwig managed to say,
"Parli inglese?"
The person's head shot up, and they nodded slightly, stuttering out,
"S-si, I speak English..."
Ludwig noticed their Italian accent and high voice. Despite this, he thought this person may be a boy...
"Gut. You should watch what you're doing with you're feet! You'll end up breaking someone's neck if they trip like I did!"
"I-I'm sorry! I-I'll be more careful!"
Ludwig gave a firm nod to the boy and was about to continue on his way, when curiosity got the better of him,
"What are you doing out here anyway? Did you get caught in the rain?"
The boy shook his head.
"No. I'm waiting for my big brothers to come and pick me up. I was on a trip here with my University, and instead of going back to Roma, my brothers said they would pick me up here and we could spend the summer together, ve~!"
"Oh. How long have you been waiting here anyway, you look soaked?"
"About 4 hours I think."
Ludwig's jaw dropped in a very rare case of him acting undignified. 4 hours? How bad were his brothers? Not even Ludwig's bastard of a brother would leave him waiting that long!
A sniffle and a sneeze brought him back to the boy. More tears were running from his eyes, and his cheeks and nose appeared to be slightly red.
"You need to get inside and change your clothes. You're going to get really ill if you don't."
"No, they'll be here soon! They promised me..."he trailed off and began to cry again, wiping his eyes on his already-soaked sleeves. Ludwig sighed and ran a hand through his slick hair. He didn't really want to leave the boy here like this, but taking him home and making sure he was okay... just really wasn't his style... but could he really leave him here? 4 hours was an awfully long time to sit in the rain... and despite it being summer, it wasn't particularly warm today either...
"H-hey, do you want to go to my apartment? It's not too far from here, and you can change clothes and warm up. You can phone your brüder too and tell them to pick you up from there."
The young Italian's head shot up, his eyes wide and a big smile on his face.
"Really? Ve~! I'd love to! Thank you!"he exclaimed, jumping up and latching his arms around Ludwig's neck. Ludwig blushed a furious pink, which turned to crimson when the boy stood on his tip-toes and kissed him on both cheeks, rather like a Frenchman, Ludwig noted.
"All right! All right! Get off before anyone sees!"he warned, looking around cautiously as he pushed the boy off him. The Italian seemed not to noticed Ludwig's discomfort though, as he hummed in joy, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and picking up his suitcase. He joined Ludwig under the umbrella, linking his arm with his, and trying to match Ludwig's long strides as they walked, still humming. Ludwig shifted uneasily as he glanced at the cheery boy who was clinging to his arm, unaware of how wrong their position could look to some. Still, the boy looked more happy than when he had first saw him, so he just let him be, instead taking hold of the boy's suitcase and carrying it himself, balancing it in the hand carrying his briefcase.
"Ve~ Thank you!"the boy smiled. Ludwig nodded, and then remembered something very vital that he did not yet know.
"I'm Ludwig, by the way. Ludwig von Schroeder. What's your name?"
"I'm Feliciano, ve~! Feliciano Vargas!"
TRANSLATIONS
Scheiße- Shit
Pass auf was du tust!- Watch what you're doing!
Mi dispiace! Per favore, non farmi del male!- I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me!
Parli inglese?- Do you speak English?
Gut- Good
Roma- Rome
Brüder- Brothers
I thought that was a pretty good place to end it, considering I've spent all day on the computer trying to write this XD ANYWAY, my geography around Berlin is not good, so my apologies for that (Google was no help at all ¬¬), yes, I did steal Ludwig's last name from the flamboyant German guy from Yu-Gi-Oh! (again XD) and I DID think about the fact that since Feli and Ludwig are from different countries, they shouldn't be able to communicate. That is why they speak English :)
Anyway, I'll try and get the next chapter up as quickly as possible, as I already know what I'm going to write for once XDXDXDXDXD
Bye! :D
Mew Mew Radish =^.^=
By the way, if any of my translations or German/Italian are off, please feel free to correct me! ^_^