OH NO NOT MORE.

I...can't stop writing...Hetalia fanfiction...

But I thought this one was cute enough to post here, since it's fairly understandable even if you don't read Hetalia.

I'll try not to make my whole blog this stuff.

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Feliciano isn't really an idiot.

He knows perfectly well what crawling into bed with someone means. He's Italy. He’s done it to enough women before.

And he really doesn't just give roses to anyone. Especially red ones. Especially on Valentine's Day.

The hugging? Not really as thoughtless as it looks.

The kissing? (On the cheek, only on the cheek!) Even less so.

And all of the stupid running around after him grinning like, well, an idiot? That's to preserve his image. Of being, well, an idiot.

And he knows that anyone else would have given up on him by now. After all the battles he's lost. And all the times he's been captured. And all the...oh, you understand. (Weak. Idiot. Not exactly the same thing.)

That's probably why he feels the way he does.

Why no one has realized by now is a mystery to him, but he likes it this way.

He doesn't smile all the time because he’s an idiot. He smiles because he likes being in love.

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If you've read this far you get to find out a secret (haha not at all). This is WWII era Italy talking about, er, WWII era Germany. OMG NOW ERIN THINKS I'M A NAZI TOO.