A/N: Drabble-ish thing of my OTP in Axis Powers Hetalia, GermanyxItaly! {Although, I've grown fond of some other pairings recently...}

It was raining. Wet, slimy pellets of water fell from the sky in a constant upheaval of water. It was pouring, puddles of water gathering to a point where little streams ran down the streets.

Ludwig hated the rain.

He hated how it fell from the sky in sharp violent pellets, he hated how it smelled, and how it left everything behind it wet and cold. It reminded him of war. The wet and slimy trenches, the continual sound of firearms going off, grenades exploding and reducing everything to ash. The rain even made the smell of the desiccated, bloodied human bodies reek even more of death.

He felt the rain like an electric sting to his skin whenever it landed. It was a painful reminder of things that had passed.

He hated it. Rain reminded him of death.

"Ludwig! Ludwig!"

Feliciano ran past him through the rain, a grin lighting up his face. Ludwig watched as Italy spread his arms wide, spinning in circles, face tilted up to the reeking rain. The rain had him soaked immediately, and Ludwig panicked, stomach flipping, arms reaching and Feliciano's name a gasp on his lips.

No, he stilled himself, it was only rain. It was harmless in itself. A couple of drops landed on his cheek, and he looked up to the mournful cloudy sky. A tug on his right hand had him stumbling from underneath his shelter, skin vulnerable to its sharp pellets.

He felt no sting as the water fell on his skin, no shock, no fear, no nothing. He looked down to meet Feliciano's eyes, hair soaked and flat aganist his head. Even in this weather, Feliciano's curl bounced, undaunted by the heavy rain.

He felt a few stray hairs fall limp into his face, and knew by Italy's grin that he was soaked as well. He could feel it already, the water seeping under his clothes and running down his skin.

He also knew, when he felt hands on his chest pushing him backwards into a wall, that this image of a smiling Italy, eyes alight would be seared into his memory forever. Ludwig leaned forward and bent down, his lips finding Italy's in the cold, hard rain.

"Ve~! Isn't the rain pretty, Ludwig?" Italy muttered with his kiss swollen lips, eyes darting to take in all of the rain's treasures.

In that moment, Ludwig couldn't agree more.