"Ludwig? LUdwig, wake up." the frminine voice was coming from above. Ludwig opened his tired eyes slowly. "Ah. Feleciano." Ludwig whispered as he sat up. Feleciano was sitting on top of him. Ludwig embraced him as memories of the night before began to flood his mind: the incredible dinner (prepared by Feleciano of course) by candlelight, finely aged wine, dessert to die for. And then the hours of passion that left him so drained this morning. "How did you sleep?" he asked playfully as he layed back down and pulled Italy to lay on top of him.
"Hm. Well. And yourself?" Feleciano answered. "Oh, OH! I made breakfast." He exclaimed. Feleciano sat up and placed his hands on Germanys chest and said, rather excitedly, "It's banana pancakes, maple syrup, strawberries, and coffee!"
Ludwig just stared for a moment. Where did he get all that energy from?Had the previous night been less exhausting than he thought? "Very well let's go eat." He said reluctantly, but he knew it would make Italy happy. 'How can he walk, let alone skip after a night like that?' Germany thought to himself.
"So..." Germany looked up at Feleciano when he heard him. He seemed to be waiting for a reply.
"Breakfast is delicious, just like everything you make." Ludwig proclaimed rather hesitantly. He kissed Feleciano on the forehead and continued eating. "No, no, no! What are we gonna do today? You said we could go to the World Fair-"
"I am not going to the World Fair."Ludwig inserted sternly. "But last night-"
"Last night I was drunk. I didn't mean what I said." Germany interrupted again. He didn't realize what his statement implied. "You didn't? Then...did you mean ANYTHING you said last night? Or was it just the wine talking?" Feleciano was hysterical by the time he finished.
"Or course I meant the other things. I just don't want to go-"
"Don't lie to me! I knew staying here was a bad idea. You always do this to me. You say you love me, just so I'll cook for you and sleep with you. Then you treat me like I mean nothing!" he wailed. "Felec-" Ludwig began, but Italy ran out crying and slammed the door behind him. "Romano is going to kill me."
Germany mumbled, knowing well that Italy was going to cry to his brother. Meanwhile, while Ludwig was moping about, miserable with what had happened, Romano was enjoying a hot cup of coffee. "Ah, so...FUCK. What did he do now?"he spoke aloud as he saw Feleciano running to his door.
"Laviiiiiiinooooo!" Feleciano came barging in. With a sigh, Lavino set down his coffee and began trying to reason with the blubbering Italy. "STOP!" he managed to scream over Italy's wailing. Once Feleciano quieted to a mumble, Lavino was able to ask, "Now, what are you freaking out about?" They were both sitting on the floor at that point. "Well...Last night I stayed at Germany's house..." he continued his story, gaining speed little by little.
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"Hey Ludwig, what's the matter? You seem distracted today." Japan prodded. He and Germany had been continuing their plans for world domination and Germany was making more mistakes than Italy. "Its' nothing." Ludwig muttered. He didn't feel like explaining things to Kiku right this moment.
"Where's Italy?" Kiku asked. He was fairly certain Italy's absence was the reason for Germany's bad mood. "What's it matter where Vargas is? Let him do whatever the hell he wants! It's not like he ever did anything right to help out anyway." Ludwig snapped. In the process of venting his rage he ended up breaking the weapon he and Japan had been working on in half. "Worthless piece of junk." he mumbled in frustration. "He's at Lavino's, isn't he?"
"Most likely."
"Well, I have to go set up for the Fair."
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"And after that we got in the shower and I started to-"
"Okay! I've heard enough of that. Let's skip to this morning. What happened that made you run here crying?" Lavino cut in.
"Oh! Why didn't you say so? So I made an amazing breakfastand Ludwig had promised to take me to the World Fair today. But this morning he said he only promised that because he was drunk and-"
"And you thought that meant he didn't mean anything." Lavino finished for him. "Fel, how many times are you going to go through this? You know that Germany doesn't like social events and he didn't really mean what he said." Romano explained. He practically had the speech memorized after telling it about a million times. Feleciano just sat in silence for a moment. The awkward lack of sound hung in the air so much that Lavino grew uncomfortable. "Gratsie Romano!" Italy finally broke down and glomped his poor brother. The force of Feleciano's hug threw them both to the ground. As they struggled to right themselves, or rather as Lavino struggled to sit up and Italy continued to hug him, they failed to notice the robust figure standing in the doorway. Germanycould barely see past the table, but to him, the thuds and "Italy, stop, don't do that."s sounded less innocent than a hug.