"But Ludwig!" Veneciano complained, tugging on Ludwig's sleeve. "Please?"
Ludwig stared down impassively at the obnoxious brunette. "No."
"But-!"
"No, Veni," Ludwig shook his head, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "I've told you once, I've told you a tousand times, the answer is still no."
Veneciano pouted, curling out his lower lip in dismay. His crossed his arms, sitting on the floor in a huff. "You're mean!"
Ludwig stared down at the more petite man in slight dismay. He hadn't meant to hurt his feelings or anything. "I'm sorry, Veni…"
"No you're not," Veneciano shook his head, pouting at Ludwig determinedly.
Despite himself, Ludwig couldn't help but start chuckling. Veneciano's expression was so typically comic, it would even have made a Royal Guard smirk.
"It's not funny!" Veneciano wailed, throwing his arms up.
"No, no, of course not," Ludwig smirked, trying -and failing- to repress the chuckles. "Sorry, Veni. Your expression, though…heh."
Veneciano wrinkled his nose at Ludwig, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "Meanie."
Ludwig just rolled his eyes, dropping to his knees next to the smaller man. "Veni…" he trailed off. "Wait…what were we fighting about again?"
Veneciano opened his mouth to respond, one hand in the air, when he said "I have no clue!"
Ludwig sweatdropped, growing pale. "Ah…forgive me, Veni?"
"I suppose," Veneciano sighed, dropping his hand to the floor. "Just this once."
Ludwig smiled, enveloping Veneciano in a hug. "Danka, Veni."
Veneciano smiled happily, hugging Ludwig back. "Ah…ti amo, Ludwig."
"Ich liebe dich," Ludwig smiled happily. "Now, Veni, let's go make that pasta."
"Pasta!" Veneciano grinned, happily following Ludwig back to the kitchen.
Ti amo: I love you
Ich Liebe Dich: I love you
Excuse my bad German. I only know how to say it, not spell it. I'm Germanic-illiterate! And, well, that just seemed like something Veneciano would do, doesn't it? Have an argument that you don't even remember the cause of, and then go back to normal? Anywhatevers, thanks for reading. Favorite, review, blah blah blah. Flame, even, if you want to. Whatever floats your boat, kid. Heh.
Restez forts!