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GerIta: Think of Me; Feliciano and Ludwig haven't seen each other since their childhood. Feliciano remembers Ludwig, but does Ludwig remember him?

The Italian countryside was bathed in the light of the setting sun creating a beautiful scene; was it any wonder people wanted to get away from the cities? ...Well the locals anyway; tourists preferred to stay in the popular vacation spots like Venice, Rome, and Verona mainly. Sometimes they would venture to the vineyards.

Feliciano Vargas was a born and bread Italian native; he loved art, pasta, singing, his country, and... And a childhood sweetheart he hadn't seen for ten years...

"Oh Ludwig," he sighed "Do you still remember me like I remember you?"

Ludwig was the love from his childhood; they met at a young age through their grandfathers but when they were ten Ludwig had to go back to Germany. They hadn't seen or heard from each other since, but Feliciano never forgot him.

"Think of me,
Think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye."

Feliciano had a beautiful voice, everyone who knew him knew it. He was majoring in art and music at his university, and his schoolmates often asked him to sing/draw for them. As a child he'd oblige without a second thought, but since his friend went back to his home country he was all Feliciano could sing or paint about.

"Remember me
Once in a while, please promise me you'll try."

His older brother, Lovino often told him he was a hopelessly pathetic romantic and that he should give up on the "potato eating bastard" as he liked to call him. Feliciano couldn't though, he loved Ludwig.

"When you find that once again you long to take your heart back
And be free
If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me."

The particular countryside Feliciano was visiting was a good area for vineyards, as a matter of fact one was over the hill west of him. At the moment the young Italian was meandering through an area that had a few cottages here and there, vacation homes really. Very few actually lived in the houses dotting the land.

"We never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me."

During the years Ludwig and Feliciano spent together they had come to this exact area they'd come to with their grandfathers and brothers; he wondered if the cottage they used was still empty, if it'd been sold. Feliciano refused to return to it after Ludwig went back to Germany, too many memories; the one that stood out the most at the very thought of that place was when they'd promised each other they'd own and live and it together.

"Think of all the things we've shared and seen
Don't think about the way things might have
been."

He'd come across the cottage; it still looked the same, well kept. Two stories, stone exterior, layered brick tile roofing, white poppies, bluebells, and violets growing along the walls; it was like someone, maybe Lovino or Grandfather if it hadn't been sold, had being taking care of it still.

"Think of me
Think of me waking silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my
mind
Recall those days, look back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do"

Feliciano turned away feeling his eyes well up, and he continued on.

"There will never be a day when I won't think of
you!"

Inside the cottage a man of twenty years sat reading. He had bright blond hair slicked back, and blue eyes; around his neck was a Iron Cross, solid black with silver edging. In the quiet of the house only the soft ticking of a clock could be heard, until the voice of an angel overpowered it drawing him to the window. When he looked out he saw another young man, late teens to early twenties, with auburn hair and amber eyes staring up at the house; the adorable wayward curl sent a wave of shock washing over his as he realized exactly who the man was.

"Can it be,
Can it be Feli?"

The blond man was Ludwig, the one from Feliciano's past. He hurried from the window down the stairs intent to finally see his old friend again after so long.

"Long ago,
It seemed so long ago,
How young and innocent we'd been.
He may not remember me,
But I remember him."

And he was quickly out the door.

"Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think...
Of me!"

But to wish to see him was only that, a wish...

"Felicano!"

So named turned only to gasp at the sight he was met, of familiar blond hair like sunlight and blue eyes like the sky. Features he thought he'd never see again.

"Lugwig...? Is... Is it really you?" he dared to ask.

The German smiled feeling a happiness he never thought he'd feel again, "Ja, Feli. I thought I'd never see you again."

Feliciano's heart pounded as he approached the other man reaching out to touch him fearing he was hallucinating. When his fingers touched a solid form he burst into tears and threw himself into Lugwig's arms.

"You came back to me!"

Ludwig held his old friend tightly feeling as happy as the Italian felt.

"I'm sorry I stayed away so long. I won't leave you again, I promise." He whispered lovingly in Feliciano's ear.

"Ti amo! Ludwig, ti amo!"

The blonde gasped at the emotional confession, and his heart swelled with joy, "Really?"

Watery amber eyes and a smile full of happiness filled his vision, "Sì! I have for so long..."

And Ludwig returned the smile leaning in closer to him, "Ich liebe dich, Feliciano." Then softly, lovingly pressed their lips together; and action long overdue for them.

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GerIta: Think of Me; Feliciano and Ludwig haven't seen each other since their childhood. Feliciano remembers Ludwig, but does Ludwig remember him?

The Italian countryside was bathed in the light of the setting sun creating a beautiful scene; was it any wonder people wanted to get away from the cities? ...Well the locals anyway; tourists preferred to stay in the popular vacation spots like Venice, Rome, and Verona mainly. Sometimes they would venture to the vineyards.

Feliciano Vargas was a born and bread Italian native; he loved art, pasta, singing, his country, and... And a childhood sweetheart he hadn't seen for ten years...

"Oh Ludwig," he sighed "Do you still remember me like I remember you?"

Ludwig was the love from his childhood; they met at a young age through their grandfathers but when they were ten Ludwig had to go back to Germany. They hadn't seen or heard from each other since, but Feliciano never forgot him.

"Think of me,
Think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye."

Feliciano had a beautiful voice, everyone who knew him knew it. He was majoring in art and music at his university, and his schoolmates often asked him to sing/draw for them. As a child he'd oblige without a second thought, but since his friend went back to his home country he was all Feliciano could sing or paint about.

"Remember me
Once in a while, please promise me you'll try."

His older brother, Lovino often told him he was a hopelessly pathetic romantic and that he should give up on the "potato eating bastard" as he liked to call him. Feliciano couldn't though, he loved Ludwig.

"When you find that once again you long to take your heart back
And be free
If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me."

The particular countryside Feliciano was visiting was a good area for vineyards, as a matter of fact one was over the hill west of him. At the moment the young Italian was meandering through an area that had a few cottages here and there, vacation homes really. Very few actually lived in the houses dotting the land.

"We never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me."

During the years Ludwig and Feliciano spent together they had come to this exact area they'd come to with their grandfathers and brothers; he wondered if the cottage they used was still empty, if it'd been sold. Feliciano refused to return to it after Ludwig went back to Germany, too many memories; the one that stood out the most at the very thought of that place was when they'd promised each other they'd own and live and it together.

"Think of all the things we've shared and seen
Don't think about the way things might have
been."

He'd come across the cottage; it still looked the same, well kept. Two stories, stone exterior, layered brick tile roofing, white poppies, bluebells, and violets growing along the walls; it was like someone, maybe Lovino or Grandfather if it hadn't been sold, had being taking care of it still.

"Think of me
Think of me waking silent and resigned
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my
mind
Recall those days, look back on all those times
Think of the things we'll never do"

Feliciano turned away feeling his eyes well up, and he continued on.

"There will never be a day when I won't think of
you!"

Inside the cottage a man of twenty years sat reading. He had bright blond hair slicked back, and blue eyes; around his neck was a Iron Cross, solid black with silver edging. In the quiet of the house only the soft ticking of a clock could be heard, until the voice of an angel overpowered it drawing him to the window. When he looked out he saw another young man, late teens to early twenties, with auburn hair and amber eyes staring up at the house; the adorable wayward curl sent a wave of shock washing over his as he realized exactly who the man was.

"Can it be,
Can it be Feli?"

The blond man was Ludwig, the one from Feliciano's past. He hurried from the window down the stairs intent to finally see his old friend again after so long.

"Long ago,
It seemed so long ago,
How young and innocent we'd been.
He may not remember me,
But I remember him."

And he was quickly out the door.

"Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think...
Of me!"

But to wish to see him was only that, a wish...

"Felicano!"

So named turned only to gasp at the sight he was met, of familiar blond hair like sunlight and blue eyes like the sky. Features he thought he'd never see again.

"Lugwig...? Is... Is it really you?" he dared to ask.

The German smiled feeling a happiness he never thought he'd feel again, "Ja, Feli. I thought I'd never see you again."

Feliciano's heart pounded as he approached the other man reaching out to touch him fearing he was hallucinating. When his fingers touched a solid form he burst into tears and threw himself into Lugwig's arms.

"You came back to me!"

Ludwig held his old friend tightly feeling as happy as the Italian felt.

"I'm sorry I stayed away so long. I won't leave you again, I promise." He whispered lovingly in Feliciano's ear.

"Ti amo! Ludwig, ti amo!"

The blonde gasped at the emotional confession, and his heart swelled with joy, "Really?"

Watery amber eyes and a smile full of happiness filled his vision, "Sì! I have for so long..."

And Ludwig returned the smile leaning in closer to him, "Ich liebe dich, Feliciano." Then softly, lovingly pressed their lips together; and action long overdue for them.