Holding Hands (ItaEng)
Day 1: Holding Hands (ItaEng)
Peridot eyes gazed at his friend's saddened figure, he approached the Italian—mindful of his current state.
"Feliciano..?" The mentioned male tilted his head to look at the Brit. A frown was evident on his face, "V..Ve?"
"Want to talk about it?"
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Feliciano always held Ludwig's hand, his large and calloused hand framed his small and a little bit of calloused hands. But when they split up, Feliciano could not bare to hold anyone's hands, always saying that Ludwig is the only one who will hold his hand.
Ludwig went back to Germany, leaving Feliciano in Italy—where he found Arthur, the man who tried to change his perspective, the one who tried convincing him that there are many more people who deserves him, and the one who helped him get over Ludwig.
Right now, that blond is hunched over his table—arms acting as the pillows while he rested his head on it. His eyes shut—soft breathing came from his mouth. The sun made his blond hair glow, as if he was an angel.
Feliciano had his eyes opened, amber eyes gazing at his sleeping friend. Amber orbs flicking over Arthur and his sketchpad whilst his hand was doing its work to sketch the blond. He was delighted when Arthur agreed to let him draw the Englishman—though Feliciano didn't tell him when he'll draw him.
While sketching, Feliciano noticed a small detail—making him turn his full attention to the Brit. Lowering his sketchbook, he made his way to Arthur.
Crouching down, he hesitantly slipped his hand in Arthur's hand. His hand was small, just like Feliciano's, his hand was at the middle of calloused and soft—as if he doesn't do housework of how soft it is. Feliciano felt nostalgia and the burden on his shoulders disappear.
It has been a year ever since he held someone's hand, the feeling of comfort when he holds someone dear to him. He could not hold anyone's hand for a year, because he thought that whenever he held hands with someone he loved—they always leave his side after.
The auburn male snapped out of his thoughts when someone gently squeezed his hand. Panicked amber eyes locked eyes with a dazed peridot ones.
"You should have told me.. that you want to hold my hand.." Arthur mumbled, intertwining his hands with Feliciano's— he flashed a small smile to the Italian.
Feliciano gulped nervously, "But if I hold your hand, you might leave—just like what they did.."
The blond reached out for Feliciano, his pale hand caressing Feliciano's cheek as a sign of assurance. "I won't leave. I don't want to leave you."
Feliciano stared at their intertwined hands before staring back at the peridot eyes. "I don't want to either."