[FANFIC] Tense Relations - Ludwig and Veneziano.

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 Title: Tense Relations

Rating: T - swearing and guns.
Genre: Drama.
Characters: Ludwig, Veneziano, Arthur.
Summary: As Veneziano looked up, Ludwig had raised his gun, aiming the muffle so that it was pointed straight at him.
Notes: ...look, it's a butterfly. 8D A confused situation. I had this scene in my head and had to write it down. xD; It's been expanded from the original version.  Read it. More notes at the end, under the cut. xD

They'd reached the 99th step of the century stair when he froze. The steel of the muzzle had glinted in the late afternoon sunlight as Ludwig had pulled it out of his jacket, before, as Veneziano watched, the other man had raised it at him. Their pants of the past couple hours excursion through Tuscany filled the hot air of the clearing, weighed down by the overbearing humidity, and Vene could see the signs of strain on Ludwig's face as his grip trembled lightly around the weapon. But that didn't mean he understood the reason behind it. Ludwig had agreed to come, hadn't he? There was no reason for this- was there?

"Veneziano!" The German's voice was gruff, uttering the harsh syllables as if every word was an order; but the intonation was no different than always. After a second, Veneziano managed to move his gaze from the black pit of the narrow chamber, light hazel focusing on the tired, muddied blue.

"...Ludwig?" He didn't respond, seemingly not taking notice, tired eyes scanning the surrounding clearing before catching the light chestnut of the Italian's gaze with his own.

"Quiet."

Veneziano didn't move his eyes from the black pit of the pistol chamber, breath speeding up into a light pant. The other man's focus never wavered as he turned his head slowly, scanning the clearing in the half light. After a minute, he opened his mouth, gaze refocusing on the Italian- before his eyes narrowed, hand holding the gun swinging back up as his finger squeezed down on the trigger-

"Get down, Veneziano!"

Bang.

The whistle of the bullet went over his head, meeting with an odd curse from behind him, and with a sharp intake of breath, the Italian turned to meet a grimace. There was a muffled 'fuck', before the man before him tried to get to his feet, teeth gritting as he grasped a spreading patch of red on his shoulder, hand raising weakly in an attempt to defend himself, before the German was on top of him, wrestling the rifle from his grasp. 

"Idiot, Arthur!" He pulled back quickly to avoid the responding fist, catching it and pulling it back behind the mans back and ignoring the repeated 'fuck' as he managed to catch him in a headlock, gun pressed against his temple. "Stop it! Veneziano, are you hurt?"

The Italian was frozen, staring at the ground, before suddenly he was on his feet and leaping at the German, arms wrapping around his waist in a tight grip. Ludwig fell back with the momentum, landing on the British man, whacking him around the head at his muffled 'fuck!', before he grasped at the Italian, leveraging him off until he could see his face. "Veneziano... What is it? Are you hurt?"

There was a moment of silence, before Veneziano seemed to grin, blinking repeatedly before he turned his face away. "Not at all, Ludwig. Just the opposite, actually. We're allies~ vee!" He ignored the confusion of the German as he buried his face deeper into his chest, fingers sinking into the tightly woven cloth. After a second, with a muffled statement that Italy couldn't hear, the German returned the gesture, the hot air of his breath brushing against his companions ear.

"Of course we're allies, Veneziano." Ludwig felt the fingers in his shirt tighten.


a/n: I am still working on improving. D: Some parts of this i like, some parts of it I hate. I'll probably read tis through and hate it all later, don't worry. ;D