Sebastian is Seborga.


I am so fucking tired rn OMG. It's like 7 in the morning and I stayed up ALL NIGHT making this and I have somewhere I gotta be in the morning. Merry bloody Christmas ya bitches! Ya'll better appreciate!


SUMMARY: It's now Ludwig and Feli's wedding! But is Ludwig as ready as he says he is? And when Feli tells him that he wants kids how will Ludwig react? What will happen next? Read to find out more! ENJOY! ^ ^


WARNING: This is a fanfic about GerIta (Germany and Italy). it is yaoi= gay love story, men on men, all wieners- no buns

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"Gilbert!" Ludwig yelled at the top of his lungs. His eyes darted from left to right in a frantic search for his brother. "Gilbert!"

The white haired man appeared from an open doorway ahead of him, eyes furrowed in confusion. "Yes, Ludwig, what is it?"

The blonde began waving his arms spastically. "I can't find my shitting tie and the service is gonna start soon and if I can't be organized for this what chance do I have with Feli and oh my God what if I can't be a good husband Jesus Christ Ich sollte nur verlassen jetzt Feli will nicht Scheiße, warum bin ich auch hier jetzt Feli nicht verdient Ich muss gehen Ich muss gehen-!"

The German was cut off by a sharp slap to the face. He looked back in astonishment at his brother, who was looking much calmer than he was at the moment.

"How could you talk like that Ludwig?" The albino calmly asked. "How can you even think those things after everything you two have gone through together?"

The blonde looked down at the floor in shame. "But... but Feli deserves better. I got raped. I can't even look at myself in the mirror for long periods of time. Exactly how is Feli supposed to cope with some dirty, washed up soldier for the rest of his life?"

Gilbert looked at his brother in slight shock. Did he really think that this is what Feli thought of him? The whole business with Orazio had happened about four months ago. Did he still need time to come to the realization that Feli loves him? "Bruder," The ruby eyed man whispered. He waited until the man was looking at him before he continued. "I'm not going to tell you to stop thinking this way, because nothing I say will change your mind, but I will tell you that I think you're wrong. You are a fine soldier, and in no way 'dirty'. You're one of the best I've seen and you've served your country well. Feliciano, Mattie and I are all extremely proud of you. It pains me to see you thinking this way."

"But brother-!" Ludwig tried. Gilbert only raised a hand.

"You know, its times like these that you really are my younger brother," he smiled. "But at this moment, you are not my brother, because my brother would not be thinking like this. The brother I know would be reciting his vows over and over in his head, making sure he got them down so he doesn't embarrass himself at the altar. The brother I know would be able to stand in front of the man he wants to live his life with and speak those vows, sealing their fate. The brother I know would then give his husband a kiss and carry him down the aisle with the very same muscles he earned fighting for his country in the military," The albino looked up at him, smirking. "The brother I know would 'discreetly' throw his new husband in their 'Just married' car, rip off his wedding dress, then unzip his pants and-"

"Ahhhh!" Ludwig shouted, causing four different heads to turn his way. He put a hand over his brother's mouth, blushing furiously. "That's enough Gilbert! I won't have you speaking that way about my husband!"

The Prussian smiled behind the large hand. He reached up and gently pulled it away from his lips. "You're already calling him your husband. That's the brother I know. And that's the kind of husband Feli will get to know."

The blonde blinked his icy blue eyes before smiling back, embracing his older brother in a tight hug. "Thank you Gil," His smile grew. "Danke."

The Prussian felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to see his fiancé smiling back at him. "They're ready." He simply said.

Gilbert nodded and patted his brother's head to let him know. "Not a problem. You ready little bro?"

The German stiffened before he forced himself to relax, nodding hastily. "Y-yeah," he cleared his throat. "Yes. Yes. I'm ready."

His brother laughed. "Well damn, this is your wedding, not a business meeting! Loosen up a little!" He finished this comment with a slap to his brother's back, urging him forward.

As they approached the double doors they heard light music. It wasn't the traditional wedding music, because that was reserved for the bride (which in this instance was being taken by Feli), but it was enough to settle the audience members waiting for the event to begin. Ludwig took a deep breath and stood back while the doors were opened for him. Heads turned at the new arrival. The blonde nervously smiled at his audience as he quickly walked towards the altar. He nodded at Alfred and Arthur who were sitting in the first row, and at Antonio and Mattie, who smiled back at him.

He stepped onto the altar and nodded at his brother, who was acting as the priest for the service. He started rubbing his hands together nervously on his pants leg. He looked up, catching the amused look on his brother's face. He then uncharacteristically stuck his tongue out at the man, stunning the other for a good five minutes.

Everyone suddenly looked up as "Here comes the bride" began to play. The audience rose and Ludwig felt sweat begin to stream down his face. Was it hot in here or was it just him? And how long had he been standing at that altar?

The double doors at the other end of the room opened as Feliciano walked into the room, wearing a white suit and veil. He was smiling as he held a bouquet of roses, white lilies and white poppies, though not many could see the smile behind his veil. He slowly started made his way down the aisle as the flower girl began throwing pedals lazily onto the floor in front of him (when had she gotten there?).

Soon, the Italian was in front of him, having passed his bouquet to his best man, Lovino. Ludwig felt a squeeze on his shoulder and he looked out of the corner of his eye at his own best man, Kiku. The Japanese man nodded and the German relaxed some.

The blonde turned back around to face his fiancé when... his eyes. His eyes had connected with Feli's golden brown ones and for a second the soldier was sure his heart had stopped. The brunette seemed to have the exact same reaction because he was now beaming behind the veil. Ludwig could only think that he was the luckiest guy in the world.

"Dearly beloved," his brother began with a smile. "We are gathered here today in the sign of God – and in the face of this company – to join together this man and man in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly, blah blah blah," Ludwig shot him an angry look while Feli giggled. Gilbert just shrugged and continued. "Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

The couple held their breath as they waited for someone to stand. Nobody did. A breeze went through the two and it was like they had been given Orazio's blessing to continue. The men smiled brightly at each other as the Prussian continued. They quickly said their vows and exchanged rings, eager to be declared husbands. The service passed by quickly, and soon they were at the end.

"By the power vested in me, and by the joining of these hands, I pronounce the two of you man and wife!" The audience cheered. Gilbert nodded towards Feli. "You may now kiss the bride."

Ludwig gulped and slowly reached up, lifting the veil from the Italian's face. The brunette looked back up at him, beaming. Now Ludwig knew his heart had stopped.

He slowly leaned in, meeting Feli halfway. The audience applauded them as they shared a quick kiss. "Ludwig," Feli breathed as he wrapped an arm around the German's neck and pulled him closer. "I love you."

And as the Italian pulled him down into another kiss, the German didn't doubt it for a second.


"Ludwig?" Feliciano asked his husband of nine months.

A blonde head popped out from a room upstairs. "Ja? What is it?"

The brunette cleared his throat. "I... I want... to have kids." The blonde was downstairs in an instant. He reached out and grabbed the Italian's hands, pulling him closer.

"A-are you sure? That's a big step."

Feli only smiled and tightened his hold on the hands. "Si. I'm quite sure."

The German man stared at him for a little while longer before nodding. "Okay," he agreed with a soft smile. "Let's go to the adoption center."

Unbeknownst to the young couple, there was a third person in the room with them. Well… more like a third being. A being that closely resembled a five year old with dark hair and violet eyes.

The young entity giggled as he watched the two below him engage in a hug. He wished them the best.

"You know… it's not too late for you to join them." A voice said behind the boy. He turned to see the face of an angel dressed in a blinding white sundress staring back at him with a smile.

"Mother, you know I can't," the young one said with a shake of his head. He turned back to the two. "I am only their guardian angel now. I'm happy as is."

"But you could be happier my dear," the woman explained. She rested a hand on his shoulder and gently turned him in her direction. "I know that you wanted more time to be with them, and that is what I want for you as well honey," She looked at the men as they began putting on their coats, heading outside. "They are going to the orphanage."

"I know that mother," the child sighed. "What of it?"

The brightly dressed woman smiled. "There is also a single mother that is about to die giving birth to a baby boy. It was a bastard child and the grandfather wants him taken to the nearest orphanage upon delivery, which is peculiarly the very same orphanage that those two are headed."

The boy's eyes widened with recognition as he realized what his mother was proposing. "Mama…? You couldn't be…"

"That is exactly what I'm saying," She gave a little nod towards the house door, which was currently closing. "Get going."

The dark haired boy quickly leaned up and gave his mother a tight hug. "I will always love you Mama," he whispered as he separated from her, flying towards the door. "Watch over me from heaven!"

"I will always be your guardian angel!" As the door closed for a second time she smiled, wiping away a stray tear. "I love you Orazio," she whispered. "Be happy."


The car stopped in front of the orphanage. Feli leaned against his husband, trying to get a better look at the old building from inside the vehicle. "Wow," the brunette whispered. "I'm getting shivers Luddy."

"As am I," the blonde admitted. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he looked his "wife" dead in the eye. "Honig, I'm not saying that we shouldn't have children, but don't you think this is all going a bit too fast? I mean, we got here with little to no knowledge on how to raise a child. What if we screw up and our child becomes a serial killer? Or a stripper," He paused, thinking of all the scenarios. "What if our perfect child isn't even in there? What if he or she is at another orphanage, or they haven't arrived yet?"

"Ludwig, calm down," Feli commanded with a joking tone. The blonde quieted down. The Italian sighed. "Look, if it bothers you that much, we can wait. We don't have to do this today."

The soldier raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He questioned.

"Really," the younger agreed. "We kinda rushed into it after all. These things take time to sort out."

Ludwig smiled, glad that someone was thinking rationally. He reached out and squeezed his spouse's hand lovingly. He felt the younger squeeze back and his small smile grew larger. "Alright. We'll think about this."

The car pulled away from the rundown building, set on a new location.


Have you ever remembered being born? The feeling of being surrounded by water, being forcefully pushed out from the womb and given the chance to breathe the same air as the rest of the world?

Well obviously your answer would be 'no'. Who remembers little details like your first breath? No one. No one but Orazio Garavinni, who was being given a second chance. Orazio Garavinni, who could still remember mostly everything about his previous life.

The cries of a newborn baby filled the air as the doctor quickly cut the umbilical cord, handing the child over to the nurses while he tried to save its mother.

It was too bad his efforts would turn out to be futile.

"Miss, I need you to breathe!" the man yelled. "You have a son! Miss!"

The dark haired woman turned to look at her father, who was dressed in medical garb and was holding her hand. He could see the life dying in her eyes. He could see it and was dying a little inside himself as well. She was going to die having given birth to this child, it was plain as day. He wished he could go back in time and stop this, to have gone back and killed the father for impregnating his daughter. Unfortunately a truck and a few bottles of beer had already done that.

As he looked at her giving up, he frowned deeply. Maybe he could take care of the child. Just because he was that bastard's son didn't mean that the boy had done anything! Maybe he could be a good grandfather after all.

"Father…" a weak voice called below him. He looked down to see his only daughter staring back up at him with sad eyes.

"Yes dear, what is it?" He asked.

She took in a shuddering breath before answering. "You…" she coughed, blood spilling onto her sweat ridden chest. "You… you were a horrible father… and I hate you…" She said with no hesitation. She raised her middle finger in his face, weakly shaking her other hand out of his hold. "Get hit… by a fucking… bus…"

His eyes narrowed angrily. "I will never care about that child!" He screeched. "As soon as it's cleaned up, it's going STRAIGHT to the orphanage!"

Her eyes widened as her heartbeat began to slow. She raised her left hand, and with all the strength she could muster, she slapped him across the face. She then pulled down his mask, gathered up whatever blood was on her lips and smeared it on his face and into his mouth. She smirked as she lay back on the bed, breath slowing. "Fucking… die…" She whispered as she closed her eyes, taking her last breath before the heart monitor told everyone she was gone.

The people in the room looked on in slight horror and confusion at the old man with his daughter's blood smeared on his face. His expression was twisted in one between displeasure, disgust and pure, unadulterated anger. He wasn't moving. "S-sir…?" The doctor tried.

It seemed like a switch was flicked on as the elderly man shot the doctor a glare. "That… thing is NOT staying with me," he growled, nodding towards the baby. "Do whatever you have to do, but the SECOND that baby is thoroughly cleaned, take him to the nearest orphanage, because I don't want to last another SECOND in the same room as that bastard's SON!"


Feli curled up into his husband's arms, snuggling against his chest. He listened to the soft beat of his heart thudding inside it. He closed his eyes, hoping that the warmth and sound would help lull him to sleep.

It didn't.

Sighing, he slowly lifted his head, looking up at his lover's face. "Luddy?"

"Ja?" The man answered, eyes still closed.

"I thought about it," the Italian told him. "I still want a child."

The blonde sighed before opening his sleepy blue eyes. "As do I," he admitted. "I feel as though our child is there now…"

"And that he is waiting for us?" Feli continued for him, filling in the blanks. The blonde chuckled.

"Exactly," He nodded. "So we go in the afternoon?"

The brunette nodded enthusiastically. "In the afternoon," He confirmed as he snuggled back into his husband's chest. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, sleep finally starting to take over his senses. He smiled. "Luddy?"

"Hm?" The blonde grunted. It seemed sleep was creeping in on him tool.

"Ti amo, Ludwig," He whispered. "Until the very end."

The German smiled and ran his fingers through the younger's hair tiredly. "Ich leibe dich. I'll always be here for you, Feli."


"You're free to walk around and observe the children if you'd like," The kind Hungarian women leading them around said. "We like to let the kids act as they normally do so as not to discourage eager foster parents."

The pair nodded and watched as the children played with each other, either not caring or not knowing of their existence. Feli nudged Ludwig's arm, nodding at a young, brunette 13 year old with a square curl sitting at a table reading a book about the Second World War

"Luddy…" The brunette let out. The blonde man nodded.

"Go look at the babies." He told him as he began walking in the direction of the young teen.

The Italian turned towards the woman, smiling brightly. "If you wouldn't mind…?"

"No, of course," she replied, leading him away from the main room. "The children can get quite rowdy so we keep the infants in a separate room."

Feli nodded as she opened a door to their right. The room was bright, with rainbow colored walls and baby toys everywhere. He couldn't spot an adult sized thing anywhere. Some of the babies were asleep while some were roaming the room, crawling and giggling happily at everything they touched. There was a dark brunette haired man in the room that was watching the infants while bouncing a young boy on his lap.

"Hello Roderich." The woman greeted. The glasses clad man smiled and gave a quick nod before focusing on the baby once again.

"You know, I could have another hand down here," he laughed. "Some many bouncing babies, so little time."

The woman laughed. "I'll get right on that," she turned to Feli. "See anything you like?"

The Italian smiled. "I'm not too su…" His sentence died off as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He turned and began to walk towards it, careful not to step on any of the babies in his path. He stopped in front of an old wooden crib, looking down into it at an olive skinned, dark haired baby.

"Oh," The brunette haired woman said as she walked up to the stunned man. "He's a new arrival. Got here yesterday night. Grandfather wanted nothing to do with him. Father died in a drunk driving accident and mother died giving birth. Bless her soul. Poor child has no one now."

Feli could barely hear her, as he was too busy watching this child who looked terrifyingly like Orazio Garavinni. The hair, the skin, everything! Had he been reborn? Had he come back to them?

The baby suddenly stirred and slowly opened its eyes, staring up at the Italian. Feli's breath hitched. It was as if an electric current had gone through him as their eyes locked. There was no doubt about it. This baby was Orazio, and Orazio was being given a second chance at life. Only this time, Feli was going to make absolute SURE that he walked down the right path.

"I'll take him." The brunette said confidently, eyes never leaving the child's.

The woman watched the interaction curiously. "I'll get the paperwork. Please meet me out front." She told him. As she passed by Roderich she gave him a "WTF" look. He shrugged and returned his attention to the baby in his hands.

Feli reached down, taking the infant into his arms and pressing him close to his chest. The baby smiled immediately and the Italian felt his heart soften. "Thank you for coming back to us," he whispered, kissing the boy on the head. "We've dearly missed you."


"Feli," Ludwig began as he saw his husband heading towards them at the table. "I would like to adopt this boy as well. His name is Sebastian. Middle name is Romeo. He can take your last na…" His sentence died off as he noticed the bundle in his lover's hands. He stood up abruptly, causing his chair to fall backwards. The loud bang startled everyone, but Feli barely flinched, tears running down his cheeks as his husband approached him. "Is that…?" he whispered.

The brunette nodded. "Si. He came back to us Luddy. He came back to us."

The blonde looked down into the violet eyes of the infant child and his heart stopped. He reached out and gathered the boy into his own arms, rocking him gently and smiling. The baby snuggled into his warmth and Ludwig flashed the Italian a smile.

"Luddy, you said there was another child?" Feli asked.

"Ja. Little-"

"Sebastian sir," The teen announced, walking up to the Italian and giving him a hug. "Thank you for adopting me. I've been wanting parents since I was ten."

The brunette smiled and hugged him back. "It's no problem. We just hope we can make you happy," he turned to look at the woman, who was smiling at the scene in front of them. "Miss, could you please tell me the name of the infant?"

She frowned. "He doesn't have one I'm afraid. His grandfather named him 'No.1' and sent him here. That is obviously not suitable, so you can change it if you'd like, but you'd have to wait a while before you can officially change it in the records."

The Italian smiled. "That's fine," he answered as Ludwig handed the boy back to him. He stared into violet eyes lovingly, holding his index finger out. The infant grabbed the appendage and squeezed. The brunette felt tears begin to drip down his cheeks as he held the child closer, smile widening. "Yes, that's fine. We shall just rename him. We will call him… 'Orazio'," He looked into Ludwig's eyes as the young child gurgled happily. "Is that alright Luddy?"

"That's fine by me." The German smiled. Feli turned his attention back to the infant, tears falling like rain now.

"How about you little Orazio? Is the name okay for you?"

The child made no sound of disapproval, for it more than liked the name. In fact, he was quite happy with it, and he would thank and show his new parents just how happy he was with the name for the rest of his life.

The end


*TRANSLATION (in order of appearance) *


Ich sollte nur verlassen jetzt Feli will nicht Scheiße, warum bin ich auch hier jetzt Feli nicht verdient Ich muss gehen Ich muss gehen-! (GERMAN) - I should just leave now Feli does not want this shit, why am I here now Feli does not deserve I have to go I have to go-!

Bruder (GERMAN) - Brother

Danke (GERMAN) - Thank you or Thanks

Ja? (GERMAN) - Yes?

Si (ITALIAN) - Yes

Honig (GERMAN) - Honey

Ti amo (ITALIAN) - I love you

Ich leibe dich (GERMAN) - I love you