Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm just taking a break from my other story because this idea just popped into my head. I hope you guys like it! Please comment what you think.

It was a cool, breezy Saturday. Ludwig was in his normal outfit, trying to do work, but although he was there, his mind kept drifting to that pasta loving Italian. He quickly shook his head out to try to get himself to focus again. To try to get himself to focus, he decided to go on a walk, and ended up choosing a perfect destination. Ludwig was walking through the streets, when he saw a man who looked like Feliciano, and he was about to say 'hi,' but stopped himself before he did, remembering something, but fortunately it wasn't him. By now, Ludwig had a melancholy look on his face, it's normally strict features looking quite soft and thoughtful. When he reached a flower stall, he asked the vendor if he could buy some rose flowers, and once paid, kept wandering in the street. He wasn't actually wondering, just taking his time to come up with something to say to that Italian when he reached him. Feliciano, the name just made a tint of pink come upon his face. Ludwig wanted to do something special, so he went over to the market and bought a basket, and filled it with already cooked pasta, some wine, and some beer for him. Once bought, he continued to travel to his final destination he had in mind. His mind was filled with memories he had of the Italian. He thought about when he would always clean up Feliciano's messes, and how cute he looked always wearing that innocent expression on his face. Whenever the Italian cried, he had always wanted to hold him tight for the rest of eternity, giving him calm words and tiny pecks on the forehead. When he dreamed, it was always about Feliciano, and about how his soft lips would come into contact with his own, and how it tasted of sweet wine mixed with pasta. Ludwig stops, looking around, and noticing he was at his destination. A beautiful pasture stood in front of him, looking like something from a romance scene. There he saw Feliciano. He went to sit down next to him, as he spread out the picnic basket and placed the flowers gently on the ground. As he took a seat, he could imagine how the Italian would be hugging him and thanking him for bringing this to him. As he drifted off to a peaceful sleep, he propped his head gently on the gravestone of Feliciano Vargas.