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Germany
Word Count: 2966

Day 1:

I have, genuinely no idea how to start writing a journal. Should I do the classical ‘Dear Diary/Journal’ start that is always done in the movies and books? Or do I just start writing my feelings with no particular beginning paragraph?

This was all Feliciano’s idea. I don’t know why he asked me to do this though. I was just minding my own business, doing paperwork for my country when he bounded towards me with a book in his hand. He had that close-eyed smile again as he begged me to start a diary. I refused to until Italy changed the name of the ‘diary’ to a ‘journal’. But still, I have no idea what I am supposed to do. I asked Italy, and he just said to ‘write anything you feel like about your day’. I would have rather if he gave me a booklet or example of a journal entry. I feel somewhat thrown in the deep end about this.

I feel Italy has a secret intention for making me write this journal entry however, I can’t tell what it can possibly be. However, I see no harm in writing in a journal that nobody but I will read. It may aid me in remembering past events and tips that I can possibly use for the future.

I hear the alarm on my watch go off, signaling it’s time for me to go to training. I am perfectly fine with the idea of exercising and Kiku is rather fine with it to. Not that he’s every argued against it, but then it’s rare to see Kiku argue at all. (Y/N)…she has mixed feelings about it, she’ll exercise to the extent she wants and then it’s impossible to get her going again. Feliciano…I’ll be lucky to get a lap out of him.

Day 2:

Again we had training at 6 am. All weekdays it starts then. During weekends – due to the demand by Feliciano and (Y/N) – I put the training back at eight. (Y/N) has been training with me ever since Feliciano introduced us. However there were times when (Y/N) was too busy or too lazy and dropped out for a few days to a few weeks, but it was nice to see her come back.

I had to admit, I’ve gotten quite fond of (Y/N) lately. Not that I would ever admit it to anyone else but myself. (Y/N) is far too cheerful and energetic and carefree to ever acknowledge me more than other people. If it wasn’t for my brother’s flirting ways, they would have gotten together perfectly well. Thankfully, (Y/N) isn’t a big fan of flirts and quickly made sure bruder wouldn’t flirt again. Instead, (Y/N) is close friends with Feliciano, Alfred and those other talkative nations. And if she was so close with them, I would never have a chance with her. That’s why, like my other feelings, shall be bottled up as I follow my strict schedule and rule book.

“Ludwig! How is your journal going?”

“Vhat? How do you know?” I turned and looked at (Y/N) with surprise after she finished the laps I assigned her to. A water bottle in her hand, she drank quickly as she tried to maintain her breath.

“I told-a her! Ve~” Feliciano smiled brightly as he passed me.

“You still have anozher lap!”

“Sì, Ludwig…” Feliciano pouted as he sped up. Strange, it usually isn’t so easy to make him run more.

“What do you write about in it?” (Y/N) asked me as she picked up the towel she usually brought and dabbed it on her face to get rid of excess sweat.

“How my day goes, like vhat you should in a journal, ja?”

“But you’re supposed to write your emotions!”

“I do zhat too! I just don’t vant to tell you.”

“Fine, fine,” (Y/N) rose her arms up in surrender, showing that she wasn’t going to talk anymore about it. For today, anyways. But I know that glint in her (E/C) orbs. She was going to bring up the topic when I least expect it, hoping to get some information out of me. She’s used that tactic multiple times, and every time, I get caught in it without realising, letting out information I never should have said. I don’t think it’s the fact that she’s using this smart method, but more of a fact I get so flustered around her and I try so hard to cover it up, I end up making mistakes and let the odd thing slip once or twice. But I still feel I’ve handled myself rather well.

“Hey, Ludwig. I was thinking if you want to come over to my place tomorrow?” (Y/N) asked. “It’s just a little thing. I’ve already invited Feliciano and he agreed happily. And for the sake of keeping the visit G rated, I didn’t invite Romano and his swearwords. Kiku’s coming too. You in?”

“Ja, ja, of course,” I nodded. “Vhen?”

“Starts at midday. Oh, if you want you can stay for the night. Feliciano’s doing the sleepover but Kiku was reluctant and decided he’s just going to leave at night.”

Instantly, I nod in agreement. I don’t have a problem changing the place I sleep for the night. But my major concern is (Y/N) and Feliciano spending time together, alone. They were already close friends already, I don’t want it to come to the extent where they’re not friends but girlfriend and boyfriend. Not that I would be jealous if they were…I would just find it rather uncomfortable and strange.

Day 4:

Since I will be abandoning my journal for a night due to visiting (Y/N). I feel I should write more tonight. Because despite this journal not leaking much information, I still don’t want it to get in the hands of the wrong people.

I’m rather curious to what is going to be in this ‘sleepover’ – that’s what (Y/N) and Feliciano called it. It sounds far too casual and childish, but for their sake, I’ll use their terminology. I feel it’ll just be talking and playing games. I guess that’s what (Y/N) and Feliciano will be doing anyways. While Kiku and I will watch them laugh and smile like fools. There’s something carefree and nice about that idea, but it feels rather unfitting for someone like me.

I’ve also had a growing concern about (Y/N) and Feliciano. Now that I think about it, even though I’ve just started my journal, eighty per-cent of the writing is just about those two being together. Well they told me that the journal should contain my feelings and thoughts about things, I’ll just talk about the idea of them being together.

Feliciano has been more and more affectionate to (Y/N) with these passing days. When they first met – according to (Y/N)’s words because Feliciano knew (Y/N) longer than I – he did the typical thing with all beautiful women. He complimented and flirted. Usually (Y/N) would get extremely annoyed but Feliciano’s bubbly and cheerful personality made (Y/N) understand that he was just being friendly and had no intention for anything romantic. They got along well. It was about a few weeks until Feliciano brought (Y/N) to training to introduce her to Kiku and I, and as well to be Feliciano’s personal ‘moral support’.

First he was just hugging (Y/N) all the time. Feliciano is extremely affectionate, so I couldn’t blame him due to Kiku’s extensive personal bubble and my dislike for affection. But then the affection became more and more…loving. Feliciano went back to constantly complimenting her and recently started giving her pecks on the cheek. Compared to me, where (Y/N)’s given me six hugs. Yes, I counted and I remember each of them. All of the times, were on a whim and would always pull away and apologise with a red face. Despite my usual distaste for affection, there was something about (Y/N) doing it which I loved. I wouldn’t mind her hugging me, in fact, I would love it. However, I never had the bravery to hug people.

I just worry that I would never be able to tell (Y/N) how I feel. And I’d have to attend every training at 6 or 8 AM, having to painfully see Feliciano and (Y/N) hug and kiss between intervals. I want to tell her everything, but at the same time, I don’t want to, because I’m sure that I’ll be rejected.

“Geez, Luddy, you’ve gotten rather attached to your journal!” (Y/N) smiled brightly as she walked into the living room.

“Entschuldigung (I’m sorry), Frau,” I quickly shut my journal. It was early afternoon and I was already at (Y/N)’s home. I had come early and since (Y/N) was still preparing some things, I decided that I should not be a bother and sit in the living room where she asked I stay. I didn’t mean to, but I found myself bringing my journal and a pen. “Vould you like to talk? I zhought you vere still preparing zhings.”

“I am. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you. I can multi-task, you know.”

It was then the doorbell rang. I instantly put my journal in the bag I brought which contained a sleeping bag and all the required paraphernalia. (Y/N) opened the door and I heard the all too familiar “Ve~” of Feliciano. I walked over and saw the two hugging. Feliciano’s face instantly lit up when he saw me.

“Ludwig!” He shouted happily and hugged me as well. I instantly tensed, surprised at the sudden embrace but he pulled away afterwards.

After a few minutes, Kiku turned up at the doorstep with a few bento boxes in his hands. He offered one to every single one of us which we accepted. After offering them, he went off with (Y/N) to the other room as he volunteered to help her with cooking the last of the food, which left Feliciano and I together.

“Ve~ So-a how is your-a journal, Ludwig?” Feliciano asked brightly as he fell back onto the main couch of the living room.

“It’s going vell,” I replied somewhat curtly, keeping it as brief as possible.

“Not-a writing about anyone-a in particular?” He gave me an innocent little wink and I instantly felt my cheeks heat up as he was urging me to tell him what I wrote. Was there a reason behind him telling me to start a journal?!

“Nein. Nozhing much.”

“Not-a even about-a (Y/N)? I thought-a you might-a write-a something about-a bella!”

“…” I was speechless. I had no idea how to reply or what to say. It was almost as if he could read me like an open book.

“Ah! It is about-a bella! Why-a don’t you confess-a to her?”

“She’s not going to feel zhe same,” I muttered under my breath, not hiding anything anymore to Feliciano. My love for (Y/N)…as much as I don’t want to admit it, is probably the only thing I write in my journal. No matter where I start, it would always drift back to that topic.

“Ve~ Don’t-a be like-a that!” Feliciano stood up and his eyes lit up with energy. “I’m sure-a she’ll like-a you back! Just ask! She could-a never turn-a you down!”

“Vhy are you so sure?”

Feliciano shrugged. “I’ve spent-a time with-a France and-a Spain. They are the most-a romantic-a countries! I get-a hints about-a these things!”

(Y/N) and Kiku walked in with a few dishes in hand. A bowl/plate of (F/F), wurst, pasta and a sushi platter. All to cater for the needs of everyone here. Feliciano ate all the pasta within five minutes, even though (Y/N) cooked enough for everyone to have a fair share.

“Ve~ you’re pasta is-a so good bella!” Feliciano sighed happily as he flopped backwards onto a chair.

“Do you want some more, Feli?”

“No, it’s okay, bella! I think-a it’s my-a time for a siesta…”

Within a matter of seconds, Feliciano fell asleep. (Y/N) laughed at his sudden doze before grabbing a pillow and placing it under his head.

“Danke for zhe wurst,” I said quickly. Complimenting was not my forte, and especially not complimenting who I loved. (Y/N) smiled graciously, that simple smile which I could just stare at all day. It was so beautiful, and whenever she smiled, her (E/C) eyes just had that twinkle in it.

“No problem, Ludwig! Oh, and thank you for the bento boxes, Kiku!”

“It’s no probrem, (Y/N)-san,” Kiku bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement.

After eating was done, (Y/N) cleaned up and we all chatted about general things. We talked about what was happening in our respective countries, and talking about how our other friends/acquaintances were certainly unique. I was given the opportunity to complain about my older brother, an opportunity I did not pass. I ranted, and it was probably for a straight ten minutes. However (Y/N) found it rather amusing, never knowing I was capable of so much talking at once. Even Kiku was hiding a slight smirk.

One thing I noticed was that Feliciano’s ‘siesta’ was going much longer than usual. However (Y/N) wasn’t that phased by it. She just shrugged with a light laugh, saying that Feliciano must be extremely tired if he’s sleeping for so long and that it’s best not to wake him up.

When night came, Feliciano still hasn’t woken up. But still, (Y/N) just let him sleep so I didn’t complain. He wasn’t awake when we bid Kiku farewell as he left to go back home. (Y/N) asked that I slept on the couch while she and Feliciano slept on the floor. And with that, we had to take out Feliciano’s sleeping bag and carefully carry him and lay him into the sleeping bag without waking him up. The only way Feliciano reacted in his dead-to-the-world state was by snoring a little bit louder for a few seconds before sighing in his sleep and continuing to dream silently.

“Ludwig, where’s your bag?” (Y/N) asked. I gestured to the far wall and she caught sight of the bag I brought. She looked in it and took out the sleeping bag. Tossing it to me, I caught it and laid it on the couch. “You do know I can just give you a quilt or a blanket instead of your own sleeping bag.”

“I’d razher zhe sleeping bag,” I shrugged. One thing I find useful about my sleeping bag is that it’s large enough for me to sleep in comfortably but not large enough for Feliciano to get in the sleeping bag as well.

I looked up at the ceiling in the darkness after (Y/N) turned off the lights. I wondered how long it would take until I have the bravery to tell (Y/N) how I feel. That is, if I ever tell her at all. I sighed slightly before looking down at (Y/N) and Feliciano who were sleeping on the floor. Feeling my eyelids get heavy, I closed my eyes. The last thing I remembered was noticing Feliciano start moving, just waking up.

I naturally woke up early in the morning. Five in the morning, specifically, to give myself plenty of time for training that we weren’t going to have today. I opened my eyes to see the sun just rising. Looking down, I was surprised to find that both (Y/N) and Feliciano were out of their sleeping bags. Frowning slightly, I got out of my sleeping bag and looked around. I couldn’t hear a thing and I couldn’t see anyone.

I walked slowly out of the living room, waiting for trouble, only to receive a tight hug from behind. Instantly, I knew who it was.

“(Y/N)? Vhat are you doing?”

“Ve~ (Y/N) is-a really-a sneaky!” Feliciano appeared out of nowhere with a bright smile on his face. “But-a then, that’s what I wanted-a the entire-a time.”

“Vhat is going on?!” I demanded. (Y/N) pulled away from me and held something up in her hands. Something that looked all too familiar.

My journal.

“You read zhat?!”

“Yes,” (Y/N) replied. She looked away, her face suddenly went red as she thought about it. Feliciano could obviously tell the tense atmosphere and left to go to the kitchen. I looked back at (Y/N) who had a sudden interest in the ground. I couldn’t be any more embarrassed or humiliated. Why did I even bring that journal with me?! I was planning not to! And now (Y/N) hates me…I can tell by how she refuses to look at me.

“So…vhat do you vant to say?”

“I…I want to say…” (Y/N) bit her lip before looking at me. A bright smile on her face. “I love you too.”

She then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It felt so…warm…and perfect. I put my arms around her waist as I pulled her towards me, I was desperate to get rid of any of the space that was between us. I hungrily deepened the kiss, wanting more.

“Ve~ Bella, I-”

(Y/N) and I instantly broke away and we turned to look at Feliciano who was sheepishly holding a packet of pasta. But he then walked up to be and tackled me with a hug. “Finally! I knew-a you writing a journal would-a get-a you to confess to-a (Y/N)! You-a never listened to-a your feelings-a!”

(Y/N) laughed at how uncomfortable I was with Feliciano hugging me, only to be attacked by Feliciano as well. As they hugged, I sneaked up behind (Y/N) and snatched my journal out of her hands.

“Ludwig! Are you going to throw that away?!” (Y/N) looked at me with wide eyes but I just shook my head.

“Nein. I’m never going to write in it again. But I’m not getting rid of it. It’s a reminder of how ve got togezher, liebe.”

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Intro...
Germany
Word Count: 2966

Day 1:

I have, genuinely no idea how to start writing a journal. Should I do the classical ‘Dear Diary/Journal’ start that is always done in the movies and books? Or do I just start writing my feelings with no particular beginning paragraph?

This was all Feliciano’s idea. I don’t know why he asked me to do this though. I was just minding my own business, doing paperwork for my country when he bounded towards me with a book in his hand. He had that close-eyed smile again as he begged me to start a diary. I refused to until Italy changed the name of the ‘diary’ to a ‘journal’. But still, I have no idea what I am supposed to do. I asked Italy, and he just said to ‘write anything you feel like about your day’. I would have rather if he gave me a booklet or example of a journal entry. I feel somewhat thrown in the deep end about this.

I feel Italy has a secret intention for making me write this journal entry however, I can’t tell what it can possibly be. However, I see no harm in writing in a journal that nobody but I will read. It may aid me in remembering past events and tips that I can possibly use for the future.

I hear the alarm on my watch go off, signaling it’s time for me to go to training. I am perfectly fine with the idea of exercising and Kiku is rather fine with it to. Not that he’s every argued against it, but then it’s rare to see Kiku argue at all. (Y/N)…she has mixed feelings about it, she’ll exercise to the extent she wants and then it’s impossible to get her going again. Feliciano…I’ll be lucky to get a lap out of him.

Day 2:

Again we had training at 6 am. All weekdays it starts then. During weekends – due to the demand by Feliciano and (Y/N) – I put the training back at eight. (Y/N) has been training with me ever since Feliciano introduced us. However there were times when (Y/N) was too busy or too lazy and dropped out for a few days to a few weeks, but it was nice to see her come back.

I had to admit, I’ve gotten quite fond of (Y/N) lately. Not that I would ever admit it to anyone else but myself. (Y/N) is far too cheerful and energetic and carefree to ever acknowledge me more than other people. If it wasn’t for my brother’s flirting ways, they would have gotten together perfectly well. Thankfully, (Y/N) isn’t a big fan of flirts and quickly made sure bruder wouldn’t flirt again. Instead, (Y/N) is close friends with Feliciano, Alfred and those other talkative nations. And if she was so close with them, I would never have a chance with her. That’s why, like my other feelings, shall be bottled up as I follow my strict schedule and rule book.

“Ludwig! How is your journal going?”

“Vhat? How do you know?” I turned and looked at (Y/N) with surprise after she finished the laps I assigned her to. A water bottle in her hand, she drank quickly as she tried to maintain her breath.

“I told-a her! Ve~” Feliciano smiled brightly as he passed me.

“You still have anozher lap!”

“Sì, Ludwig…” Feliciano pouted as he sped up. Strange, it usually isn’t so easy to make him run more.

“What do you write about in it?” (Y/N) asked me as she picked up the towel she usually brought and dabbed it on her face to get rid of excess sweat.

“How my day goes, like vhat you should in a journal, ja?”

“But you’re supposed to write your emotions!”

“I do zhat too! I just don’t vant to tell you.”

“Fine, fine,” (Y/N) rose her arms up in surrender, showing that she wasn’t going to talk anymore about it. For today, anyways. But I know that glint in her (E/C) orbs. She was going to bring up the topic when I least expect it, hoping to get some information out of me. She’s used that tactic multiple times, and every time, I get caught in it without realising, letting out information I never should have said. I don’t think it’s the fact that she’s using this smart method, but more of a fact I get so flustered around her and I try so hard to cover it up, I end up making mistakes and let the odd thing slip once or twice. But I still feel I’ve handled myself rather well.

“Hey, Ludwig. I was thinking if you want to come over to my place tomorrow?” (Y/N) asked. “It’s just a little thing. I’ve already invited Feliciano and he agreed happily. And for the sake of keeping the visit G rated, I didn’t invite Romano and his swearwords. Kiku’s coming too. You in?”

“Ja, ja, of course,” I nodded. “Vhen?”

“Starts at midday. Oh, if you want you can stay for the night. Feliciano’s doing the sleepover but Kiku was reluctant and decided he’s just going to leave at night.”

Instantly, I nod in agreement. I don’t have a problem changing the place I sleep for the night. But my major concern is (Y/N) and Feliciano spending time together, alone. They were already close friends already, I don’t want it to come to the extent where they’re not friends but girlfriend and boyfriend. Not that I would be jealous if they were…I would just find it rather uncomfortable and strange.

Day 4:

Since I will be abandoning my journal for a night due to visiting (Y/N). I feel I should write more tonight. Because despite this journal not leaking much information, I still don’t want it to get in the hands of the wrong people.

I’m rather curious to what is going to be in this ‘sleepover’ – that’s what (Y/N) and Feliciano called it. It sounds far too casual and childish, but for their sake, I’ll use their terminology. I feel it’ll just be talking and playing games. I guess that’s what (Y/N) and Feliciano will be doing anyways. While Kiku and I will watch them laugh and smile like fools. There’s something carefree and nice about that idea, but it feels rather unfitting for someone like me.

I’ve also had a growing concern about (Y/N) and Feliciano. Now that I think about it, even though I’ve just started my journal, eighty per-cent of the writing is just about those two being together. Well they told me that the journal should contain my feelings and thoughts about things, I’ll just talk about the idea of them being together.

Feliciano has been more and more affectionate to (Y/N) with these passing days. When they first met – according to (Y/N)’s words because Feliciano knew (Y/N) longer than I – he did the typical thing with all beautiful women. He complimented and flirted. Usually (Y/N) would get extremely annoyed but Feliciano’s bubbly and cheerful personality made (Y/N) understand that he was just being friendly and had no intention for anything romantic. They got along well. It was about a few weeks until Feliciano brought (Y/N) to training to introduce her to Kiku and I, and as well to be Feliciano’s personal ‘moral support’.

First he was just hugging (Y/N) all the time. Feliciano is extremely affectionate, so I couldn’t blame him due to Kiku’s extensive personal bubble and my dislike for affection. But then the affection became more and more…loving. Feliciano went back to constantly complimenting her and recently started giving her pecks on the cheek. Compared to me, where (Y/N)’s given me six hugs. Yes, I counted and I remember each of them. All of the times, were on a whim and would always pull away and apologise with a red face. Despite my usual distaste for affection, there was something about (Y/N) doing it which I loved. I wouldn’t mind her hugging me, in fact, I would love it. However, I never had the bravery to hug people.

I just worry that I would never be able to tell (Y/N) how I feel. And I’d have to attend every training at 6 or 8 AM, having to painfully see Feliciano and (Y/N) hug and kiss between intervals. I want to tell her everything, but at the same time, I don’t want to, because I’m sure that I’ll be rejected.

“Geez, Luddy, you’ve gotten rather attached to your journal!” (Y/N) smiled brightly as she walked into the living room.

“Entschuldigung (I’m sorry), Frau,” I quickly shut my journal. It was early afternoon and I was already at (Y/N)’s home. I had come early and since (Y/N) was still preparing some things, I decided that I should not be a bother and sit in the living room where she asked I stay. I didn’t mean to, but I found myself bringing my journal and a pen. “Vould you like to talk? I zhought you vere still preparing zhings.”

“I am. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you. I can multi-task, you know.”

It was then the doorbell rang. I instantly put my journal in the bag I brought which contained a sleeping bag and all the required paraphernalia. (Y/N) opened the door and I heard the all too familiar “Ve~” of Feliciano. I walked over and saw the two hugging. Feliciano’s face instantly lit up when he saw me.

“Ludwig!” He shouted happily and hugged me as well. I instantly tensed, surprised at the sudden embrace but he pulled away afterwards.

After a few minutes, Kiku turned up at the doorstep with a few bento boxes in his hands. He offered one to every single one of us which we accepted. After offering them, he went off with (Y/N) to the other room as he volunteered to help her with cooking the last of the food, which left Feliciano and I together.

“Ve~ So-a how is your-a journal, Ludwig?” Feliciano asked brightly as he fell back onto the main couch of the living room.

“It’s going vell,” I replied somewhat curtly, keeping it as brief as possible.

“Not-a writing about anyone-a in particular?” He gave me an innocent little wink and I instantly felt my cheeks heat up as he was urging me to tell him what I wrote. Was there a reason behind him telling me to start a journal?!

“Nein. Nozhing much.”

“Not-a even about-a (Y/N)? I thought-a you might-a write-a something about-a bella!”

“…” I was speechless. I had no idea how to reply or what to say. It was almost as if he could read me like an open book.

“Ah! It is about-a bella! Why-a don’t you confess-a to her?”

“She’s not going to feel zhe same,” I muttered under my breath, not hiding anything anymore to Feliciano. My love for (Y/N)…as much as I don’t want to admit it, is probably the only thing I write in my journal. No matter where I start, it would always drift back to that topic.

“Ve~ Don’t-a be like-a that!” Feliciano stood up and his eyes lit up with energy. “I’m sure-a she’ll like-a you back! Just ask! She could-a never turn-a you down!”

“Vhy are you so sure?”

Feliciano shrugged. “I’ve spent-a time with-a France and-a Spain. They are the most-a romantic-a countries! I get-a hints about-a these things!”

(Y/N) and Kiku walked in with a few dishes in hand. A bowl/plate of (F/F), wurst, pasta and a sushi platter. All to cater for the needs of everyone here. Feliciano ate all the pasta within five minutes, even though (Y/N) cooked enough for everyone to have a fair share.

“Ve~ you’re pasta is-a so good bella!” Feliciano sighed happily as he flopped backwards onto a chair.

“Do you want some more, Feli?”

“No, it’s okay, bella! I think-a it’s my-a time for a siesta…”

Within a matter of seconds, Feliciano fell asleep. (Y/N) laughed at his sudden doze before grabbing a pillow and placing it under his head.

“Danke for zhe wurst,” I said quickly. Complimenting was not my forte, and especially not complimenting who I loved. (Y/N) smiled graciously, that simple smile which I could just stare at all day. It was so beautiful, and whenever she smiled, her (E/C) eyes just had that twinkle in it.

“No problem, Ludwig! Oh, and thank you for the bento boxes, Kiku!”

“It’s no probrem, (Y/N)-san,” Kiku bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement.

After eating was done, (Y/N) cleaned up and we all chatted about general things. We talked about what was happening in our respective countries, and talking about how our other friends/acquaintances were certainly unique. I was given the opportunity to complain about my older brother, an opportunity I did not pass. I ranted, and it was probably for a straight ten minutes. However (Y/N) found it rather amusing, never knowing I was capable of so much talking at once. Even Kiku was hiding a slight smirk.

One thing I noticed was that Feliciano’s ‘siesta’ was going much longer than usual. However (Y/N) wasn’t that phased by it. She just shrugged with a light laugh, saying that Feliciano must be extremely tired if he’s sleeping for so long and that it’s best not to wake him up.

When night came, Feliciano still hasn’t woken up. But still, (Y/N) just let him sleep so I didn’t complain. He wasn’t awake when we bid Kiku farewell as he left to go back home. (Y/N) asked that I slept on the couch while she and Feliciano slept on the floor. And with that, we had to take out Feliciano’s sleeping bag and carefully carry him and lay him into the sleeping bag without waking him up. The only way Feliciano reacted in his dead-to-the-world state was by snoring a little bit louder for a few seconds before sighing in his sleep and continuing to dream silently.

“Ludwig, where’s your bag?” (Y/N) asked. I gestured to the far wall and she caught sight of the bag I brought. She looked in it and took out the sleeping bag. Tossing it to me, I caught it and laid it on the couch. “You do know I can just give you a quilt or a blanket instead of your own sleeping bag.”

“I’d razher zhe sleeping bag,” I shrugged. One thing I find useful about my sleeping bag is that it’s large enough for me to sleep in comfortably but not large enough for Feliciano to get in the sleeping bag as well.

I looked up at the ceiling in the darkness after (Y/N) turned off the lights. I wondered how long it would take until I have the bravery to tell (Y/N) how I feel. That is, if I ever tell her at all. I sighed slightly before looking down at (Y/N) and Feliciano who were sleeping on the floor. Feeling my eyelids get heavy, I closed my eyes. The last thing I remembered was noticing Feliciano start moving, just waking up.

I naturally woke up early in the morning. Five in the morning, specifically, to give myself plenty of time for training that we weren’t going to have today. I opened my eyes to see the sun just rising. Looking down, I was surprised to find that both (Y/N) and Feliciano were out of their sleeping bags. Frowning slightly, I got out of my sleeping bag and looked around. I couldn’t hear a thing and I couldn’t see anyone.

I walked slowly out of the living room, waiting for trouble, only to receive a tight hug from behind. Instantly, I knew who it was.

“(Y/N)? Vhat are you doing?”

“Ve~ (Y/N) is-a really-a sneaky!” Feliciano appeared out of nowhere with a bright smile on his face. “But-a then, that’s what I wanted-a the entire-a time.”

“Vhat is going on?!” I demanded. (Y/N) pulled away from me and held something up in her hands. Something that looked all too familiar.

My journal.

“You read zhat?!”

“Yes,” (Y/N) replied. She looked away, her face suddenly went red as she thought about it. Feliciano could obviously tell the tense atmosphere and left to go to the kitchen. I looked back at (Y/N) who had a sudden interest in the ground. I couldn’t be any more embarrassed or humiliated. Why did I even bring that journal with me?! I was planning not to! And now (Y/N) hates me…I can tell by how she refuses to look at me.

“So…vhat do you vant to say?”

“I…I want to say…” (Y/N) bit her lip before looking at me. A bright smile on her face. “I love you too.”

She then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It felt so…warm…and perfect. I put my arms around her waist as I pulled her towards me, I was desperate to get rid of any of the space that was between us. I hungrily deepened the kiss, wanting more.

“Ve~ Bella, I-”

(Y/N) and I instantly broke away and we turned to look at Feliciano who was sheepishly holding a packet of pasta. But he then walked up to be and tackled me with a hug. “Finally! I knew-a you writing a journal would-a get-a you to confess to-a (Y/N)! You-a never listened to-a your feelings-a!”

(Y/N) laughed at how uncomfortable I was with Feliciano hugging me, only to be attacked by Feliciano as well. As they hugged, I sneaked up behind (Y/N) and snatched my journal out of her hands.

“Ludwig! Are you going to throw that away?!” (Y/N) looked at me with wide eyes but I just shook my head.

“Nein. I’m never going to write in it again. But I’m not getting rid of it. It’s a reminder of how ve got togezher, liebe.”