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EngIta Week 2022: Day 1

Yes I know it’s late, but school...you know?

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Prompt: Fear

Paring: EngIta with a little bit of GerFra

Rating: T

Word Count: 1560

I Must be Dreaming

He had gotten the call at work; it was a call no one ever wanted to get. It had been a normal day up until that point: boring, tiring, and full of paperwork. But on his lunch break, that all changed when he got a call from Francis. At first, Arthur was going to ignore it because it was Francis, and he was probably calling to rant and rave about having nothing to wear or breaking a nail or some other mild-annoyance. But something in the Brit’s gut told him to pick up, so he did.

“Feli was in an accident,” Francis’s voice came from the other end. Not even a ‘hi’ or ‘hello’ to soften the punch. Arthur was thankful he was seated, or else he would have crumpled to the floor.

“What?” Arthur breathed out after a moment.

“I’m not sure of the details. Ludwig and I are at the hospital now.”

“Hospital?!?”

“Oui…They’re asking for you to come in as soon as possible.”

Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat. Francis sounded…scared…desperate. It must have been really bad to have laid-back Francis so on edge. “I-I’m on my way.”

—

When Arthur arrived at Feliciano’s room, he saw Francis guiding a distraught Ludwig out of it. His stomach dropped as he noticed the German’s cheeks wet with tears. He had only seen Ludwig cry once, and that was at his father’s funeral. The situation must have been even worse than Arthur had originally thought. 

When Francis noticed that he arrived, he whispered to Ludwig before heading towards Arthur. 

“Wh-What happened? Is he okay? What’s going–”

“Shhh,” Francis hushed him softly. He took in a deep breath before continuing, “They aren’t sure on specifics quite yet, but it looks like someone ran a red light and…”

“Hit him,” Arthur said through gritted teeth, “What kind of sick bastard could do that? And they didn’t even stop?”

Francis grimaced. “Unfortunately, no.”

“God damn it,” Arthur roared, punching the wall before collapsing against it. “What are the doctors saying?” 

“I’ll tell you if you promise not to punch the wall again.”

“Francis,” Arthur spat, giving him the deadliest glare Francis had ever seen.

“It’s…I-It’s not looking good…”

Arthur slid down to the ground, burying his face in his hands. Feliciano. His light, his lover was being ripped away before his very eyes. Just when he finally felt he had found something that was stable, something he could call forever, now all of that was crumbling.

Francis placed a gentle hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “You should go in,” the Frenchman suggested, “I’d go with you, but I have to be with Ludwig right now…He’s…This has been…”

“Go to him,” Arthur said softly, “I’ll be okay.”

“Merci.” Giving Arthur a sad smile, Francis took off down the hall. 

Despite his friend's departure, Arthur remained seated on the floor, taking a few minutes to collect himself before heading in. With a deep breath, he heaved himself up and made his way into the room. Quietly, he entered, cautiously making his way over to the bed where his lover lay. As soon as he laid eyes on Feliciano’s sleeping face, head and arms wrapped in bandages and hooked up to all kinds of machines, Arthur lost it. Collapsing into the chair situated by Feliciano’s bed, the Brit just started sobbing into his hands. Any words Arthur wanted to say, to scream out to whatever deity there was could not fully express the agony and fear that gripped him. So instead of speaking, he just kept wailing.

—

Arthur came every day. He had arranged with his boss to be given some remote projects so he could be at the hospital for as long as he was allowed to. The doctors doubted Feliciano would wake up, and although Arthur coloured himself as a pessimist most of the time, he didn’t want to believe Feliciano was dying. So every day, he sat beside his lover’s bed, occasionally working on projects for work while waiting for any sign Feliciano was going to be okay.  

After a month and a half of hospital visits and little progress, Arthur was starting to prepare himself for the worst. Still, he went every day and sat beside Feliciano’s unconscious body. But on a particular, cold December day, something drastically changed. 

Arthur had arrived at the hospital at ten in the morning as he usually did. He greeted the receptionist with a curt 'hello' like always before heading up to Feliciano’s room. When he arrived, swarms of hospital staff were rushing in, out, and around the Italian’s room. ‘He’s gone,’ Arthur thought, his blood running cold. He felt as though he was going to be sick or pass out or maybe both, but then a familiar voice called his name.

A nurse Arthur had befriended during his visits came barreling towards him. “ Arthur,” she cheered, “Mr. Vargas…H-He’s awake!”

Arthur watched wide-eyed as a string of doctors, nurses, and other medical staff came out, disbelief and relief written all over their faces. No…it couldn’t be possible. After two months with no hope of Feliciano making it, he had now woken up? It was another one of his many dreams where everything turned out okay. It had to be. Arthur couldn’t go through it again. He couldn’t bear to see his lover okay only to wake up to Feliciano’s practically lifeless body. 

“Go on,” the nurse said, “He wants to see you.”

Arthur’s throat tightened. Dream or not, he couldn’t say no to Feliciano’s request. With a deep breath, he carefully opened the door. 

Arthur was sure this had to be a dream now, that or he was seeing his lover’s angel. Basked in the golden light of the sun filtering in, Feliciano was practically glowing with an even brighter smile to match. It was as if the accident had never happened. 

“Amore Mio, why are you crying?” Feliciano asked, voice hoarse from not having used it for almost two months. 

“Wha…” Arthur lifted a hand to his cheek only to find it wet with tears. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream…”

The Italian laughed, and Arthur swore his heart was going to burst. Without a second thought, he was in the bed beside Feliciano, holding onto him so tightly out of fear his lover would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly. He just wept in Feliciano’s embrace; pride and embarrassment were thrown out the window. 

The Italian tensed at the sudden contact before quickly reciprocating, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Arthur’s back. “Hey…Hey, it’s okay,” Feliciano murmured, “Shhhh, I’m okay.” 

“No…you aren’t…y-you almost–”

“But I didn’t,” Feliciano quickly interjected, his own fear flashing in his eyes. 

“Thank God,” Arthur mumbled wetly into the crook of his lover’s neck. For a few minutes, they just held each other, too scared to let go and lose each other again. Arthur cried, and Feliciano did his best to soothe him, but he only became emotional himself. Soon, both were in tears. 

“You’re thinner,” Feliciano noted with a sniff, “When I get out of here, I’m making you a big meal, and you’re eating it all.”

Arthur chuckled weakly. Finally, something he could look forward to. The past month and a half without Feliciano were like hell, devoid of happiness, warmth, and love. Arthur had always known Feliciano was his light and gave him the strength to keep living, but almost losing the Italian made that fact much clearer. He wasn’t going to take Feliciano for granted ever again; he would be more honest and loving towards him, pride be damned. “Feliciano I…” but Arthur was interrupted by a doctor entering the room.

Awkwardly she coughed. “Forgive my intrusion,” the doctor said, “but I just have to check in with you, ask a few questions, and then you can rest okay?”

“Okay,” Feliciano replied, a bit too cheerily for someone that was near death just a day before. 

Reluctantly, Arthur got up from the bed and seated himself in the chair he always sat in. He watched absentmindedly as the doctor checked Feliciano’s bandages, only catching parts of the questions she asked and the answers Feliciano gave. Arthur was still in the process of coming to terms with the fact Feliciano was alive, awake, and looked to be well on his way to a successful recovery. It was too good to be true. Too wrapped up in his thoughts and his lover’s smile, the Brit didn’t even hear the doctor bid them farewell, before heading out of the room.  

“What is it?” Feliciano asked Arthur after the doctor departed.

“I’m just…so thankful,” Arthur admitted, sitting down on the bed once more, “I love you so, so much, and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

Feliciano’s cheeks flushed a deep red as a wide grin spread across his face. “Ti amo anch'io. Così tanto.”

Arthur returned to his position in Felciano’s arms. For the first time in about two months, Arthur felt safe with his ear against Feliciano’s steady heartbeat. It wasn’t long before his eyelids felt heavy, and sleep tugged at him. He resisted at first, not wanting to fall asleep when Feliciano was still awake, but when his lover’s breath evened out, Arthur finally gave in. “Sleep well my love,” he murmured before everything went dark. 

Translation:

Ti amo anch'io. Così tanto. = I love you. So much. 

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when feli had excitedly said yes to a magic show, he was expecting rabbits from hats, not abominations from summoning circles

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magical creatures/fantasy - 29th

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EngIta Week 2022: Day 6

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Prompt: Food

Rating: T

Pairing: EngIta

Word Count: 370

Arthur’s Daydream 

“You really don’t have to do this,” Arthur grumbled as he watched Feliciano float around the kitchen. 

“Nonsense. I can’t have you starving on me. You’re already so thin.”

Lean would have been a better word in Arthur’s opinion, but he decided to let it go upon how intently the Italian was staring at the pot as he stirred. Instead, Arthur resorted to watching Feliciano work.

If they weren’t nations, Arthur was sure Feliciano would have become a chef. Not only was his cooking the best Arthur had ever tasted, but it was clear that Feliciano was passionate about it and that cooking made him happy. Arthur could clearly picture it: a little restaurant situated on the corner of a cute little cobblestone street. Despite its size, it would be packed with locals and tourists alike all coming to try Feliciano’s dishes. And Feliciano would do it all with a smile, befriending every customer that came through that door, telling them all the greatest spots in the city, and of course, spoiling all the ladies. On second thought, maybe it was better that only a few ever get to taste Feliciano’s cooking. After all, Arthur was never good at sharing anything. 

“Everything alright il Mio Coniglio?” Feliciano asked, placing a steaming plate of pasta in front of him. The Italian’s hands came to rest on Arthur’s shoulders, rubbing them slightly. Arthur hummed in appreciation.

“Everything’s great,” the Brit replied, leaning back to look up at his lover, “Just…daydreaming is all…”

“Okay. Now eat up and I’ll finish up this week’s meals.”

“Again…You don’t have to go through so much trouble.”

Feliciano smiled, placing a quick kiss on Arthur’s forehead before skipping back over to the stove. “I’m not letting you burn your kitchen down again or wasting away on take-out. Now eat before it gets cold.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, a small smile spreading across his face. “Fine, fine,” he agreed, “But will you join me? You can always finish up the other dishes after.” Feliciano looked over at the stove then back at his lover. As soon as he saw his lover’s pleading face, he couldn’t say no. “Okay, but no more arguing about me cooking for you.”

“Deal.”

Translation:

il mio coniglio: my bunny

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EngIta Week 2022: Day 4

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Prompt: Magical creatures/fantasy

Pairing: EngIta

Word Count: 949

For Today

Feliciano never liked going down to Arthur’s basement. Although he held many doubts about his lover’s so-called “magical abilities,” Feliciano refused to go down there, especially when Arthur was working away on a spell or potion. It just had a cold, eerie vibe to it. But when he heard a huge bang, Feliciano’s concern for the Brit overrode his fear of Arthur’s “lair.”

“Arthur,” Feliciano cried, bursting into the room, “What’s going–” before Feliciano could finish his sentence there was another explosion accompanied by glittery, green mist. It made his eyes burn, forcing him to shut them.

“Oh God, love are you okay?” the concerned voice of Arthur called. Before Feliciano could reply, two firm hands grasped his shoulders, making him yelp in surprise. “Shh, it’s just me,” Arthur murmured. 

Feliciano rubbed his eyes, the irritation eventually subsiding. When he first opened them, his vision was blurry which sent him into a slight panic. After a few blinks and deep breaths, everything came into focus. He was met with Arthur’s bright green eyes filled with concern. Everything seemed fine until he saw two bunny-like ears peeking out over Arthur’s shoulder. Feliciano rubbed his eyes once more for good measure, only to open them and come face to face with a strange coloured rabbit with wings. The Italian screamed, stumbling back and tripping over a pile of books. “What the hell,” Arthur exclaimed, rushing over to his lover and pulling him up before he hit the ground.

Feliciano, disoriented from his fall and still in shock by what he was seeing, pointed a shaky hand towards where the bunny floated in front of him. Arthur’s eyes widened.

“You can see him?” Arthur asked softly, disbelief laced in his voice. 

“Him?”

The Brit turned towards the rabbit. “Mint, come here.” 

The bunny obeyed, landing in Arthur’s arms. Feliciano stared in awe, his fear melting away. He was still slightly confused, but seeing how Arthur knew this strange creature, put him at ease. Cautiously, Feliciano reached out, letting the bunny sniff at his hand before head-butting it. Feliciano let out a giggle.

Arthur laughed lightly. “I think he likes you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I like you too,” Feliciano cheered, “Mint?”

“Well actually his full name is Flying Mint Bunny, but I’ve shortened it to Mint in recent years.” Arthur’s eyes shone as he began to ramble on and on about how he met Mint, all the strange creature's likes and dislikes,  and most of all, how excited he was now that Feliciano could see him. Arthur suddenly gasped. “If you can see him, maybe you can see all of them,” he said. 

“There’s more?” Feliciano squealed. 

“Yes! Would you like to meet them?”

“I’d love to,” Feliciano replied, a wide smile spreading across his face.

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, Arthur guided Feliciano all around his house, introducing him to all kinds of magical creatures as they went. Their last stop was Arthur’s garden, which was buzzing with life. Fairies fluttered around from flower to flower, a young unicorn laid amongst some shrubs of lilacs, and a cluster of tiny dragons peered down at them from their perch in the oak that stood in the middle of Arthur’s backyard. “Have they always been there?” Feliciano asked, amazed by everything he saw. He had always described Arthur’s garden as something out of a fantasy world, and now, with such spectacular creatures scattered around the landscape, that description was even more fitting. 

“Mhm,” Arthur hummed, “I built this garden for them to give them a little taste of home when they come and visit me.”

“Wow. Who would have thought all of this was right under my nose.”

Arthur gave him a sad smile. “It’s a shame really. As far as I’m aware, my siblings, Lukas and I are the only ones who can see them. It sounds as though Kiku and others once could but…I mean it’s better that way. No one can exploit them if they can’t see them. But…It’s also isolating sometimes, and the ridicule from others can be wearing.” 

Feliciano’s stomach twisted at Arthur’s words. Though he never poked fun at Arthur outright, internally he did, thinking his lover to be slightly mad seeing these strange illusions. But they had always been real. “I’m sorry,” Feliciano said, head hung low. 

Arthur wrapped an arm around the Italian’s shoulder, pulling him closer to place a reassuring kiss on his temple. “Thank you, but at this point, I’m used to it. Now, how about some tea? Rose and Amber have always wanted to meet you.” Feliciano immediately brightened. As he followed Arthur back inside and into the kitchen, Flying Mint Bunny landed on his shoulder. Feliciano gave him a smile, scratching him behind his ears. Part of Feliciano feared that this sight might only be temporary. When those gloomy thoughts started to creep in he shook his head quickly. No, that didn’t matter right now. Right now, he could see all the magic Arthur always tried to describe to him and he was about to have a lovely tea party with his beloved Englishman and his fairy friends. Even if this was only temporary, when everything returned to normal,  Feliciano would still remember that all these creatures would always be there and that what most called delusions made by Arthur’s mind were real. 

“Love?” Arthur called, pulling Feliciano out of his thoughts, “Are you alright.” The Brit now held a tray carrying a teapot, a few teacups, and a dish of biscuits. “Si,” Feliciano replied, smiling brightly. Things may return to normal tomorrow, but today he had a tea party to attend. “We should keep the piccole bellezze waiting.”

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EngIta Week 2022: Day 3

Yeah...I think I’m going to skip day 2 so I can catch up. 

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Prompt: Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: EngIta

Word Count: 845

Author’s Note: So...I decided to add a bit of a part for my Republic of Ireland OC who I’ve named Niamh. Just thought I’d say something so people wouldn’t get confused when she appears. Also, Arthur is not doing mentally well in this fic so...yeah...just be aware of that.

I’ll be There for You

He hadn’t seen or heard from Arthur in almost a week. Feliciano was well aware of how much his lover appreciated some alone time, but even then he’d usually reply to Feliciano’s texts. When Arthur didn’t show up to the G7 meeting, Feliciano decided to take matters into his own hands with a surprise visit. So, after the meeting had concluded and he had gathered his belongings from the hotel, Feliciano went straight to the airport, setting off for England.  

When he arrived at Arthur’s house and knocked on the door, it wasn’t Arthur who answered, but his sister Niamh. Feliciano’s stomach twisted. Niamh rarely ever visited Arthur; something had to be wrong for her to be there and answering the door.  

“Thank God you’re here,” she exclaimed, grabbing Feliciano’s wrist and pulling him inside, “The langer refused to give me your number, and Allie was at the G7 meeting. Dylan and Conner are out getting groceries and his medication because the bastard forgot and—”

“What’s going on?” Feliciano finally interjected. 

Niamh sighed, shoulders sagging. “Arthur…he’s…he hasn’t been doing well. W-We don’t know for sure what set this off, but the fact he forgot to refill his prescription definitely hasn't helped. He hasn’t left the couch in days other than a few times to get water. He’s barely eaten or slept and…Allie, Dylan, and Conner are really worried about leaving him alone right now. Even I'm worried. Which is why I’m here.”

The Italian could only reply with a soft ‘oh.’ Feliciano should have realized sooner. Having dated Arthur for decades and being there for the worst episodes of Englishman’s mental health struggles, he should have suspected something the first day Arthur didn’t reply to him. 

“So…will you talk to him for me?” Niamh whispered, “He hasn’t eaten since yesterday morning, not even when I begged him to.”

“Of course,” Feliciano agreed with a wide smile, “I’ll even make something special for him.”

Niamh returned his smile with a sad one. “There isn’t much with Arthur being in his rut and my other brothers off visiting friends up until a few days ago.” “Don’t worry Bella! I make do with what I can. I once made pasta in the middle of a deserted island. Not sure how I did it, but it happened, just ask Luddy.”

The Irish woman huffed in amusement. “Okay. But still. I’ll poke around the kitchen and see if I can find anything edible.”

As Niamh headed off to the kitchen, Feliciano continued on to the living room. The scene he was met with when he entered nearly shattered his heart. Arthur lay sprawled out on the couch in his pajamas (that he clearly hadn’t changed out of in a while) looking at the T.V., but clearly not focused on it. His messy blond locks were even messier than normal, his skin was unusually pale, and worst of all, dark eye bags had settled themselves below his unfocused green eyes. Taking a deep breath, Feliciano greeted him perhaps a little too cheerily, “Hello amore!”

Arthur blinked for a moment before realizing he was being spoken to. “Feliciano?” he eventually got out, “What are…I told them not to bring you here.”

“I came by myself. You haven’t returned any of my texts, and then you didn’t show up to the meeting so I got really worried.”

“Well…I’m not dead. Happy?”

Arthur’s harsh tone pierced through Feliciano’s heart like a knife. Sure the Brit was fiery and often came off harsh, but he never behaved that way towards Feliciano--at least not since they started dating. “Arthur…” Feliciano choked. “Please…” Arthur said, more softly this time, “Just leave. I-I was stupid, and th-this is not your problem, so just—” Arthur’s words got caught in his throat when he felt Feliciano's warm lips against his forehead.

“It is my problem,” Feliciano stated, uncharastically serious. Carefully he seated himself beside Arthur “You don’t have to talk or anything, but just let me be here for you.” 

Something flickered behind Arthur’s otherwise dull eyes before he breathed out a quiet ‘fine.’ 

“Can I hold you?” Feliciano asked. “Or, better question: do you want me to hold you?”

Arthur was quiet for a moment, his brows furrowing as he thought over his answer. But eventually, he nodded. Propping himself up into a sitting position, Arthur swayed slightly, disoriented and dizzy from laying down for so long. Luckily, Feliciano was there to steady him and lay him against himself. For the rest of the afternoon, the two lovers just sat on the couch, cuddled up to each other. Occasionally Feliciano would remind Arthur to drink some water, but other than that, they were relatively silent. 

Niamh returned to the living room after an hour of searching for something for lunch to find Feliciano and Arthur fast asleep on the couch. Sighing in relief, she pulled the blanket that sat on the back of her brother’s favorite armchair and laid it across Arthur and Feliciano’s laps. “Sleep well,” she murmured before departing so they could have some peace and quiet.  

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EngIta Week 2021: Day 7

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Prompt: Music

Rating: T

Pairing: EngIta

Word Count: 728

It’s a Date! 

Feliciano had never cared for punk music. It was too loud and brash for the Italian’s taste. But when his best friend Ludwig started helping out his brother with his punk band, Feliciano started tagging along. Soon enough, he was attending every concert as Ludwig became the band’s official drummer. 

At first, Feliciano only attended to support Ludwig, but slowly, he found himself focusing less on his friend and more on the lead singer. He had known Arthur Kirkland for a few years. They had shared a few classes in high school and later college, but he often avoided the Brit due to his aggressive and intimidating nature. But watching Arthur perform both in rehearsal and on stage, Feliciano found himself unable to look away. It was strange. The music Arthur sang was just as aggressive and rough as Arthur himself–aspects which made Feliciano fearful of the Englishman–yet the passion in his voice and eyes lured Feliciano in. Slowly, the desire to get to know Arthur began to grow.

This desire was why Feliciano decided to come early to the band’s rehearsal, hoping he would be able to properly introduce himself to Arthur. As he approached the studio where they were to be practicing in, Feliciano was shocked to hear not the raw, blaring sound of punk but the soft, gentle tune of a love song. 

“Wherever you go

Whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

Whatever it takes

Or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you.”

Felciano peeked in to find Arthur strumming away on a simple acoustic guitar, eyes cast down low, fully immersed in the moment. It took Feliciano’s breath away. Brutish, aggressive, short-tempered Arthur was a soft romantic? He sounded so genuine, that had to be the case. As he listened, Feliciano couldn’t help but smile as he was filled with a warm, comforting feeling. If only the door and walls didn’t muffle the sound so much.

Quietly, Feliciano cracked the door open to hear better. Unfortunately, it alerted Arthur.

“What the hell are you doing here so early?” Arthur growled, cheeks bright red.

“W-W-Well…y-you see I…” The glare the Brit gave him made Feliciano’s explanation die in his throat. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t tag along with your boyfriend. Where is he by the way? He’s usually here even before me.”

Feliciano quirked a brow. Boyfriend? He had no boyfriend. “I don’t understand–”

“Where’s Ludwig?” Arthur snapped, “You two are practically attached at the hip. 

“Ohhhh,” Feliciano exclaimed with a giggle, “Ludwig’s not my boyfriend, silly. I’m actually not sure where he is. I…I-I came to see you.

Feliciano swore he saw Arthur’s cheeks flush an even deeper red. “Really?” Arthur said softly, though he quickly coughed before adding, “I don’t see why you would. You always seem adamant about avoiding me.”

The Italian pouted, not because Arthur was wrong, but because it was sadly true. “I just really love your music. You’re so…passionate when you play, and I can’t take my eyes off of you.” 

Arthur’s blush crept down his neck. “Well…A-Any good singer needs passion. You got to draw the audience in after all...get your point across and all that.”

“It’s really amazing to see. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Even just now. You were so into the song, and your voice was gorgeous. Do you sing softer songs like this often?”

“W-Well…I…”

“You should,” Feliciano said, voice turning serious suddenly, “They suit you. In a weird, but wonderful way.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arthur hissed.

“Aww, Arthur don’t be like that. I won’t tell anyone I promise.”

The Brit rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just drop it. Okay?”

“Fine," Feliciano agreed. 

Arthur turned back to his guitar, strumming away random melodies to fill the silence that had settled over them. Feliciano watched as the Brit’s slim fingers glided across the strings; it was mesmerizing. “Would you like to get coffee or something with me after this?” Feliciano murmured. 

“Why?” Arthur scoffed though never stopping his strumming

“I’ve known Gil and Luddy for so long, but not you. I want to get to know you.”

Arthur quirked a brow, his deep green eyes scanning over Feliciano. “Okay,” he finally said, “but you’re paying.” 

Feliciano immediately brightened. “It’s a date.” 

“Sh-Shut up and let me practice,” came Arthur’s angered reply. 

Author’s Note: The song Arthur sings is “I Will be Right Here Waiting for You” by Richard Marx

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28th - hurt/comfort (also a bit of fashion 27th because i missed the previous two days)

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he may have come completely unscathed out the bar fight but he is not going to say no to free affection

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EngIta Week 2022: Day 4

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Prompt: Magical creatures/fantasy

Pairing: EngIta

Word Count: 949

For Today

Feliciano never liked going down to Arthur’s basement. Although he held many doubts about his lover’s so-called “magical abilities,” Feliciano refused to go down there, especially when Arthur was working away on a spell or potion. It just had a cold, eerie vibe to it. But when he heard a huge bang, Feliciano’s concern for the Brit overrode his fear of Arthur’s “lair.”

“Arthur,” Feliciano cried, bursting into the room, “What’s going–” before Feliciano could finish his sentence there was another explosion accompanied by glittery, green mist. It made his eyes burn, forcing him to shut them.

“Oh God, love are you okay?” the concerned voice of Arthur called. Before Feliciano could reply, two firm hands grasped his shoulders, making him yelp in surprise. “Shh, it’s just me,” Arthur murmured. 

Feliciano rubbed his eyes, the irritation eventually subsiding. When he first opened them, his vision was blurry which sent him into a slight panic. After a few blinks and deep breaths, everything came into focus. He was met with Arthur’s bright green eyes filled with concern. Everything seemed fine until he saw two bunny-like ears peeking out over Arthur’s shoulder. Feliciano rubbed his eyes once more for good measure, only to open them and come face to face with a strange coloured rabbit with wings. The Italian screamed, stumbling back and tripping over a pile of books. “What the hell,” Arthur exclaimed, rushing over to his lover and pulling him up before he hit the ground.

Feliciano, disoriented from his fall and still in shock by what he was seeing, pointed a shaky hand towards where the bunny floated in front of him. Arthur’s eyes widened.

“You can see him?” Arthur asked softly, disbelief laced in his voice. 

“Him?”

The Brit turned towards the rabbit. “Mint, come here.” 

The bunny obeyed, landing in Arthur’s arms. Feliciano stared in awe, his fear melting away. He was still slightly confused, but seeing how Arthur knew this strange creature, put him at ease. Cautiously, Feliciano reached out, letting the bunny sniff at his hand before head-butting it. Feliciano let out a giggle.

Arthur laughed lightly. “I think he likes you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I like you too,” Feliciano cheered, “Mint?”

“Well actually his full name is Flying Mint Bunny, but I’ve shortened it to Mint in recent years.” Arthur’s eyes shone as he began to ramble on and on about how he met Mint, all the strange creature’s likes and dislikes,  and most of all, how excited he was now that Feliciano could see him. Arthur suddenly gasped. “If you can see him, maybe you can see all of them,” he said. 

“There’s more?” Feliciano squealed. 

“Yes! Would you like to meet them?”

“I’d love to,” Feliciano replied, a wide smile spreading across his face.

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, Arthur guided Feliciano all around his house, introducing him to all kinds of magical creatures as they went. Their last stop was Arthur’s garden, which was buzzing with life. Fairies fluttered around from flower to flower, a young unicorn laid amongst some shrubs of lilacs, and a cluster of tiny dragons peered down at them from their perch in the oak that stood in the middle of Arthur’s backyard. “Have they always been there?” Feliciano asked, amazed by everything he saw. He had always described Arthur’s garden as something out of a fantasy world, and now, with such spectacular creatures scattered around the landscape, that description was even more fitting. 

“Mhm,” Arthur hummed, “I built this garden for them to give them a little taste of home when they come and visit me.”

“Wow. Who would have thought all of this was right under my nose.”

Arthur gave him a sad smile. “It’s a shame really. As far as I’m aware, my siblings, Lukas and I are the only ones who can see them. It sounds as though Kiku and others once could but…I mean it’s better that way. No one can exploit them if they can’t see them. But…It’s also isolating sometimes, and the ridicule from others can be wearing.” 

Feliciano’s stomach twisted at Arthur’s words. Though he never poked fun at Arthur outright, internally he did, thinking his lover to be slightly mad seeing these strange illusions. But they had always been real. “I’m sorry,” Feliciano said, head hung low. 

Arthur wrapped an arm around the Italian’s shoulder, pulling him closer to place a reassuring kiss on his temple. “Thank you, but at this point, I’m used to it. Now, how about some tea? Rose and Amber have always wanted to meet you.” Feliciano immediately brightened. As he followed Arthur back inside and into the kitchen, Flying Mint Bunny landed on his shoulder. Feliciano gave him a smile, scratching him behind his ears. Part of Feliciano feared that this sight might only be temporary. When those gloomy thoughts started to creep in he shook his head quickly. No, that didn’t matter right now. Right now, he could see all the magic Arthur always tried to describe to him and he was about to have a lovely tea party with his beloved Englishman and his fairy friends. Even if this was only temporary, when everything returned to normal,  Feliciano would still remember that all these creatures would always be there and that what most called delusions made by Arthur’s mind were real. 

“Love?” Arthur called, pulling Feliciano out of his thoughts, “Are you alright.” The Brit now held a tray carrying a teapot, a few teacups, and a dish of biscuits. “Si,” Feliciano replied, smiling brightly. Things may return to normal tomorrow, but today he had a tea party to attend. “We should keep the piccole bellezze waiting.”

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EngIta Week 2022: Day 1

Yes I know it’s late, but school…you know?

@engitaweek2022

Prompt: Fear

Paring: EngIta with a little bit of GerFra

Rating: T

Word Count: 1560

I Must be Dreaming

He had gotten the call at work; it was a call no one ever wanted to get. It had been a normal day up until that point: boring, tiring, and full of paperwork. But on his lunch break, that all changed when he got a call from Francis. At first, Arthur was going to ignore it because it was Francis, and he was probably calling to rant and rave about having nothing to wear or breaking a nail or some other mild-annoyance. But something in the Brit’s gut told him to pick up, so he did.

“Feli was in an accident,” Francis’s voice came from the other end. Not even a ‘hi’ or ‘hello’ to soften the punch. Arthur was thankful he was seated, or else he would have crumpled to the floor.

“What?” Arthur breathed out after a moment.

“I’m not sure of the details. Ludwig and I are at the hospital now.”

“Hospital?!?”

“Oui…They’re asking for you to come in as soon as possible.”

Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat. Francis sounded…scared…desperate. It must have been really bad to have laid-back Francis so on edge. “I-I’m on my way.”

—

When Arthur arrived at Feliciano’s room, he saw Francis guiding a distraught Ludwig out of it. His stomach dropped as he noticed the German’s cheeks wet with tears. He had only seen Ludwig cry once, and that was at his father’s funeral. The situation must have been even worse than Arthur had originally thought. 

When Francis noticed that he arrived, he whispered to Ludwig before heading towards Arthur. 

“Wh-What happened? Is he okay? What’s going–”

“Shhh,” Francis hushed him softly. He took in a deep breath before continuing, “They aren’t sure on specifics quite yet, but it looks like someone ran a red light and…”

“Hit him,” Arthur said through gritted teeth, “What kind of sick bastard could do that? And they didn’t even stop?”

Francis grimaced. “Unfortunately, no.”

“God damn it,” Arthur roared, punching the wall before collapsing against it. “What are the doctors saying?” 

“I’ll tell you if you promise not to punch the wall again.”

“Francis,” Arthur spat, giving him the deadliest glare Francis had ever seen.

“It’s…I-It’s not looking good…”

Arthur slid down to the ground, burying his face in his hands. Feliciano. His light, his lover was being ripped away before his very eyes. Just when he finally felt he had found something that was stable, something he could call forever, now all of that was crumbling.

Francis placed a gentle hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “You should go in,” the Frenchman suggested, “I’d go with you, but I have to be with Ludwig right now…He’s…This has been…”

“Go to him,” Arthur said softly, “I’ll be okay.”

“Merci.” Giving Arthur a sad smile, Francis took off down the hall. 

Despite his friend’s departure, Arthur remained seated on the floor, taking a few minutes to collect himself before heading in. With a deep breath, he heaved himself up and made his way into the room. Quietly, he entered, cautiously making his way over to the bed where his lover lay. As soon as he laid eyes on Feliciano’s sleeping face, head and arms wrapped in bandages and hooked up to all kinds of machines, Arthur lost it. Collapsing into the chair situated by Feliciano’s bed, the Brit just started sobbing into his hands. Any words Arthur wanted to say, to scream out to whatever deity there was could not fully express the agony and fear that gripped him. So instead of speaking, he just kept wailing.

—

Arthur came every day. He had arranged with his boss to be given some remote projects so he could be at the hospital for as long as he was allowed to. The doctors doubted Feliciano would wake up, and although Arthur coloured himself as a pessimist most of the time, he didn’t want to believe Feliciano was dying. So every day, he sat beside his lover’s bed, occasionally working on projects for work while waiting for any sign Feliciano was going to be okay.  

After a month and a half of hospital visits and little progress, Arthur was starting to prepare himself for the worst. Still, he went every day and sat beside Feliciano’s unconscious body. But on a particular, cold December day, something drastically changed. 

Arthur had arrived at the hospital at ten in the morning as he usually did. He greeted the receptionist with a curt ‘hello’ like always before heading up to Feliciano’s room. When he arrived, swarms of hospital staff were rushing in, out, and around the Italian’s room. ‘He’s gone,’ Arthur thought, his blood running cold. He felt as though he was going to be sick or pass out or maybe both, but then a familiar voice called his name.

A nurse Arthur had befriended during his visits came barreling towards him. “ Arthur,” she cheered, “Mr. Vargas…H-He’s awake!”

Arthur watched wide-eyed as a string of doctors, nurses, and other medical staff came out, disbelief and relief written all over their faces. No…it couldn’t be possible. After two months with no hope of Feliciano making it, he had now woken up? It was another one of his many dreams where everything turned out okay. It had to be. Arthur couldn’t go through it again. He couldn’t bear to see his lover okay only to wake up to Feliciano’s practically lifeless body. 

“Go on,” the nurse said, “He wants to see you.”

Arthur’s throat tightened. Dream or not, he couldn’t say no to Feliciano’s request. With a deep breath, he carefully opened the door. 

Arthur was sure this had to be a dream now, that or he was seeing his lover’s angel. Basked in the golden light of the sun filtering in, Feliciano was practically glowing with an even brighter smile to match. It was as if the accident had never happened. 

“Amore Mio, why are you crying?” Feliciano asked, voice hoarse from not having used it for almost two months. 

“Wha…” Arthur lifted a hand to his cheek only to find it wet with tears. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream…”

The Italian laughed, and Arthur swore his heart was going to burst. Without a second thought, he was in the bed beside Feliciano, holding onto him so tightly out of fear his lover would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly. He just wept in Feliciano’s embrace; pride and embarrassment were thrown out the window. 

The Italian tensed at the sudden contact before quickly reciprocating, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Arthur’s back. “Hey…Hey, it’s okay,” Feliciano murmured, “Shhhh, I’m okay.” 

“No…you aren’t…y-you almost–”

“But I didn’t,” Feliciano quickly interjected, his own fear flashing in his eyes. 

“Thank God,” Arthur mumbled wetly into the crook of his lover’s neck. For a few minutes, they just held each other, too scared to let go and lose each other again. Arthur cried, and Feliciano did his best to soothe him, but he only became emotional himself. Soon, both were in tears. 

“You’re thinner,” Feliciano noted with a sniff, “When I get out of here, I’m making you a big meal, and you’re eating it all.”

Arthur chuckled weakly. Finally, something he could look forward to. The past month and a half without Feliciano were like hell, devoid of happiness, warmth, and love. Arthur had always known Feliciano was his light and gave him the strength to keep living, but almost losing the Italian made that fact much clearer. He wasn’t going to take Feliciano for granted ever again; he would be more honest and loving towards him, pride be damned. “Feliciano I…” but Arthur was interrupted by a doctor entering the room.

Awkwardly she coughed. “Forgive my intrusion,” the doctor said, “but I just have to check in with you, ask a few questions, and then you can rest okay?”

“Okay,” Feliciano replied, a bit too cheerily for someone that was near death just a day before. 

Reluctantly, Arthur got up from the bed and seated himself in the chair he always sat in. He watched absentmindedly as the doctor checked Feliciano’s bandages, only catching parts of the questions she asked and the answers Feliciano gave. Arthur was still in the process of coming to terms with the fact Feliciano was alive, awake, and looked to be well on his way to a successful recovery. It was too good to be true. Too wrapped up in his thoughts and his lover’s smile, the Brit didn’t even hear the doctor bid them farewell, before heading out of the room.  

“What is it?” Feliciano asked Arthur after the doctor departed.

“I’m just…so thankful,” Arthur admitted, sitting down on the bed once more, “I love you so, so much, and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

Feliciano’s cheeks flushed a deep red as a wide grin spread across his face. “Ti amo anch'io. Così tanto.”

Arthur returned to his position in Felciano’s arms. For the first time in about two months, Arthur felt safe with his ear against Feliciano’s steady heartbeat. It wasn’t long before his eyelids felt heavy, and sleep tugged at him. He resisted at first, not wanting to fall asleep when Feliciano was still awake, but when his lover’s breath evened out, Arthur finally gave in. “Sleep well my love,” he murmured before everything went dark. 

Translation:

Ti amo anch'io. Così tanto. = I love you. So much.