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Chapter 1 – Angelic

Feliciano Vargas wondered if he was still alive.

Every time he was in Arthur's presence, the Italian felt as if he did not belong. His amore caro seemed to emanate an aura of otherworldliness and it was overwhelmingly suffocating, almost stifling. There was no way that Arthur was human; no ordinary person could radiate such a holy aura. Perhaps the other was an angel that had swooped down from the Heavens to walk amongst mankind. No one could have such dazzling golden hair or such vibrant forest green eyes.

But then again, perhaps it was merely Feliciano's artistic intuition that had been speaking, or even his tendency to highly exaggerate and romanticize certain details. How else was the brunette to write cheesy love poems or paint such stunning masterpieces?

Even now, Feliciano's eye and taste for the arts still remained. He noted how the sunlight filtered through the window blinds, illuminating the calm and sleeping form of Arthur; how the sun's golden rays danced on the Englishman's dozing body; how everything within the blonde's vicinity seemed to light up with even the smallest of smiles—such as the one currently forming on Arthur's lips.

How could a frail mortal be so ethereal, so beautiful, and so angelic?

The Italian could have swore that he just saw the outlines of wings, sprouting from the back of the Englishman, and was that the faint glow of a halo hovering over the unruly blonde locks of hair that Feliciano loved to run his fingers through?

Surely this was the trick of the sunlight, though the auburn no longer knew. All that the Italian could realize at that moment was that he was lying next to the presence of a holy and divine being. Feliciano had died, hadn't he? No angel would go down to this imperfect world and try to reside upon it, much less be the boyfriend of a naïve and cowardly artist who had no special attributes.

Yes. Maybe Feliciano had passed on some time ago and had moved onto the afterlife. There was no other possible way that he could have met a seraph such as Arthur.

The brunette suddenly snapped out of his reverie, hearing his partner stir. A small and drawn out yawn escaped from Arthur's mouth as he rolled over to face Feliciano, eyes opening groggily. "Good morrow, luv."

"Buongiorno, Arthur!" Feliciano cheerfully responded with his usual sunny smile, turning on the bed to face the other speaker.

The Englishman chuckled lightly at the Italian's exuberant response, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on Feliciano's forehead. The auburn felt his forehead tingle from where it was kissed, owlishly blinking in response. That kiss felt real.

No, that kiss was real.

Feliciano was still alive and was clearly wide awake. He had not passed on after all! And yet, how is it that Arthur emanated such a holy aura?

"Do not ponder so much, Feliciano; it is only a quarter past nine. It is not healthy to worry, especially during this time of the day," the blonde gently chided as if he had read his lover's mind, "do not think too much of whatever is on your mind, alright?"

"Ve…okay!" Feliciano wiped away his previous expression, replacing it with his smile. The auburn decided that he would not ponder so much about the phenomena that he could not explain. Arthur Kirkland was an angelic being and that was that.

"Ti amo, Arthur."

"I love you too, Feliciano."

And it was then that Feliciano realized just how truly blessed he was to be with such a divine and loving boyfriend that Arthur Kirkland was.

A/N: Yes, I have returned with yet another fic. This time, it is going to be a chapter fic. Hopefully, I won't lose inspiration and obtain writer's block again. I absolutely adore this pairing—Angel Pair—because I find it highly endearing. However, this pairing is underloved and is not very popular. So I thought to myself, why not contribute to this ship with a fanfic? And it was hence that the idea for this fic sprouted and began to grow.

I apologize if there are any errors in the Italian; I am not a native speaker. If there are any Italians out there who notice any mistakes, please feel free to point them out!

I would like to point out that this chapter is not beta'd so if anyone would like to beta my future chapters, please alert me! c:

Thank you for reading and please feel free to drop off a review!

Translations:

Amore caro – dear love (Italian)

Buongiorno – good morning (Italian)

Ti amo – I love you (Italian)