GerIta: Discovered

Written by: Vampire16Goddess17

For: Jky. Malfoy

A/n: Ciao! So this was written for a friend of mine. A prize for her. Her name is Jky. Malfoy, a really nice person to talk to. Anyways, I counted all the reviews for baby mine, and realized she had helped pushed it waaay past the 100 reviews I was hoping for. So, this is your prize! I was going to make it longer, and really get into how it all started, but I found I couldn't do it. If you want to, my friend, continue it, and make it a multi-fic, I honestly have no problem! I did have a few problems starting it cuz I'm still not use to writting GerIta, but hopefully it doesn't disappoint. So here's your prize fic! Enjoy!

She briefly closed her eyes, feeling the hot water run down her skin. She was the only one in the room, she had intentionally planned it. For at least six months now, Felicia had been going under the name Feliciano, fighting alongside men, and risking her life in battle. She thought she could pass, with the ends of her reddish- brownish hair lying at the ends of her earlobes, as opposed to her usual long, curly hair, her short height, the lack of developed muscles, and a bound down chest, she could pass as a sixteen year old boy. Felicia had tried to take careful measures to make sure her true identity would not be found out. For example, making sure none of the men saw her naked. Ever. She also made sure not to dress or undress herslef. Wouldn't they question the bounds? For this reason all possible activities that would expose her as female were done when she was alone. So far she was safe, none of the others did not seem to suspect anything. Not even the man who captured her interest ever since she got here...

Felicia reached for the soap, lost in thought. Ludwig Belischimit. Commander Ludwig Belicschimit, who had kept a watchful eye on her since the first day. As a new member she had been taken under his wing for training. For hours and hours, she'd push herself to the limits, exhausted, with Belischimit egging her to go on. But when it seemed like she'd collapse, he'd stop and gaze at her, a regretful expression on his faces. Felica's eyes would intensely be observing how light those blue, sparkling, crystals, on his face were. So, beautiful...Then his attitude changed, more gentler, but still firm. She wasn't sure why, but she loved the change, even if it was only something he reserved for her. In private...

Over the months the two had become close from going to commander to soldiers to friends. He wasn't that much older than she was, she was quick to find out, and his golden blonde hair, muscular figure, and deep, baritone voice had made her fall for him. Sometimes Felicia would find that his hand would find its way on hers or on her shoulder while they talked. That his stern face would break out into a smile, something she only noticed during private moments. Or that the contact in training was closer than usual, though he'd try to hide it fro, the other soldiers. She could still feel shivers down her spine as she remembered when he taught her how to fire a gun; him behind her, his arm on hers, his husky voice giving the commands, the musky smell of his jacket, how her back felt leaning on his chest. The way her heart pounded by it all, and the way he smiled at her proudly when she got the target...

And today, after the victory, she had fearlessly thrown her arms around him, forgetting that most boys didn't do such a thing. He was surprised, but returned the hug rather awkwardly. She wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not...

Felicia pondered on the issue of Ludwig as she took her shower. Did he like her as a friend? Love her like a girlfriend? Or one of those boys who love men? Would he be able to see her? The real her? Embrace her like he did in her fantasies? Dreams of the two of them after the war, married, traveling the world, living the best of each day...those would never come true. Impossible! How could she be so stupid? He'd have to find out about her secret for that to happen, and even then...Would he accept her? The real her? She sighed, turning off the water. She turned to get out of the small space, one foot out. And that's when she gasped.

There, only a few feet away, stood Commander Ludwig, a towel in his hand. Felicia's cheeks had turned bright red, with embarssemnet, then pale white with realization. He...! He knew! She could be discharged from the army for all she knew! And...and she was naked! Though, she couldn't be exactly sure why she was more worried over the fact that she was naked in front of the man she loved, rather than be more worried over the fact that man she loved knew she wasn't a man.

She saw his eyes studying her, her girlish face, the thin frame, the feminine curves once hidden, now visible, her chubby thighs, long legs...Did he know all along? Did he suspect something for some time and then decided to follow her to the shower room? Or did he just stumble upon the scene by mere chance?

Felicia's heart began to pound, trying to cover up as much as she could. What good would that do? Or more importantly...What could he do? Run out and report her to the general? Would she get in trouble? or would her try to have his way with her? Was he like some soldiers who had only sex on his mind? Was he like his brother, another commander the so called "conqueror of Europe?"

But Ludwig was rooted to the spot, his eyes wide, obviously nervous.

And then it hit her: he might not know how to react. He probably hadn't been in this close proximity to any woman(of course not including herself) in months. All the women he had been close to, a mother, a sister, a girlfriend, were at home. That type of civilian conduct was not necessary in a combat felt the tension rising up in her as he approached her. WHat was he going to do? He walked up to her side and gently placed to towel around her shoulders. He rubbed them for a second, a soothing touch. Quite surprising for such a stoic commander. And again, she didn't understand the fluttering of her heart, the way her hands shook, and the way she blushed.

" Es tut mir leid Frau" I'm sorry madam. Did he just call her madam? A...a term of respect? Had placed the towel on her shoulders? What...what a gentleman! Suddenly, she realized, all her other fears were silly. He was nothing but a gentleman, a kind soul...

He looked away as she turned, and wrapped the towel around her body. Slowly she faced him again. With the twole covering her, she felt a lot safer, ,ore at ease. The two stared at each other, a look of shock, surprise, and wonder in their eyes.

Then Ludwig leaned down and whispered:

"I won't tell anyone." He paused as if to back away but then leaned in again and kissed her cheek.

Felicia's hand held her warm cheek, a grin on her face as she watched his figure walk out of the room, the heavy footsteps growing more distant. That kiss wasn't a kiss meant for a woman that he considered to be a mother or a sister like figure. The soft, yet deep, caress was the touch of someone in love, that cared for the Italian girl deeply. For a second Felicia forgot that the whole incident had ever happened. That dreams of her and her German commander together, forever, dashed into her head. She realized something then...Maybe the dreams she had fantaized about before, could come true...

a/N:So, how'd you like it? Was it good? Let me know what you think~! Hasta La Pasta!