Okay, so I'm going to thank @KoolKat9696 for convincing me to actually write on my own prompt, but here it is! Warning, probably not as well written or satisfying as it can be, but this book is not serious whatsoever, so what do you expect?

"Feliciano, it just feels veird."

"Ve, Luddy, I'm-a sure it's-a nothing!" 

"But-"

"Just-a relax-a! No one is-a staring-a!" 

This conversation took place between a seemingly anxious, tall, intimidating German, who walked hand in hand with a much shorter, smiling Italian, who was constantly reassuring him that it was fine, no one was staring at them, holding hands in public was alright, and no, that extremely suspicious looking person was no one. 

When really, it was Elizabeta getting content for her yaoi by taking pictures of the two, but that's besides the point. 

You see, Feliciano was convinced that his beloved boyfriend Ludwig was overworking himself, that he deserved a break, so what better way to take a break from it all than go on a trip to Italy? With your overly hyper Italian boyfriend, of course.

The days were spent with Feliciano pointing out everything from nature to old ruins, giving little snippets of history he knows, to which Ludwig would mostly simply nod, yet when he thought the brunette was not looking, he would silently awe at something.

Key word, thought.

Hours flew by, and before any of them knew it, the sun was going down and the shops were closing. The day was over for most, but not for Feliciano, who only shrugged, seemed to light up with an idea, then dragged Ludwig through the cobbled streets, weaving through street lamps and people, then rounding a corner and going off into the far end of a park. At this point, Ludwig no longer questioned where he was being unceremoniously dragged, he only let it happen.

The area became more rural, the streets being replaced with grass, one of those gorgeous entirely natural secluded places that no one comes to Italy for, but should. 

Feliciano turned to Ludwig once he slowed his pace, and the two were surrounded by grass and trees, the light of the fading sun bathing everything in a soft, golden light. 

"Do you-a like it-a, ve?" Feliciano asked, hope shimmering in his amber eyes and coating his words. Ludwig stared into them for a bit longer than was necessary, but then replied truthfully; "It is beautiful. Your entire country is. That explains so much..." He murmured the last part mostly to himself, but Feliciano caught it and beamed, a light pink dusting his cheeks as he leaned in and pressed his lips against the German's, smiling into the kiss.

This... This was bliss, peaceful bliss.

If only the world could always be like that.

Here. This is the absolute fluff thing. Hope ya enjoyed!