It was a sunny morning, and in a true Italian spirit, Feliciano was flopped on his bed, lightly sleeping. He usually felt well-rested when he finally woke up but Spain had stayed over for the night and in between the loud noises coming in the room directly next to him (He doesn't remember why their rooms are so close to each other, maybe he should take the one farthest away from Fratello's room, just for when he had 'special' company). He decided that he deserved a lie-in, it's not like Germany was going to appear out of nowhere and demand that Italy separate himself from his beloved bed. No that was stupid, it wouldn't happen at all.
"Italia wake up! You're burning sunlight, lying around on your bed doing nothing! Now get up and dressed, we will be training this morning!" A gruff man's voice said.
"That's weird I could have sworn I heard Germany's voice." He thought. "Ti amo tantissimo, Ludwig." He mumbled. Because he believed he was dreaming the whole exchange, he didn't see the wild blush that spread on Germany's face. Nor did he see that the strict and stern look Germany was sporting had melted away to a caring and loving look, with a hint of embarrassment too.
"Ich liebe dich auch, Feliciano." Germany responded. He silently took his training jacket, boots, and gloves off, and then he gently lowered himself on to the bed. Italy cuddled in to Germany's awkward embrace, and the two drifted off peacefully. Of course a couple hours later they were woken by an extremely irate Italian, who pelted Germany with tomatoes while his boyfriend cooed things into his ears that only served to make him more flushed. They both ran to Germany's car, but Feliciano ended up running back for pasta, before running back. After a quick kiss they both focused on the road, hoping that Germany's home would be more peaceful.

(A.N.) As everyone who reads fanfiction should know, I am not lucky enough to own Hetalia. That pleasure belongs to Himayura Hidekaz. Thanks for reading!