They've been on holiday with each other before, but this week spent in a secluded cabin in the depths of the Bavarian Forest feels different to Ludwig somehow. It could be because they're in his own land for once, but it's probably because it's the first time they've been on holiday together since they-ah- got together, and the word 'Flitterwochen' won't stay out of his head, especially when Feliciano is so close like this.
He's been making sure to light a fire every evening (cabin in the middle of nowhere means no gas or electric meaning no central heating which means a shivery Italian), and tonight Feliciano had decided it was especially cold so they absolutely had to sit closer to it, and will you get a blanket, please Ludwig, and oh, would you like hot chocolate?, and then they were sat together on the hearthrug with a blanket over their shoulders and the fire crackling cosily in front of them.
And then…he thinks he may have kissed Feliciano's hair when he rested his head on Ludwig's shoulder, or perhaps it was Feliciano trailing a fingertip over his face like he sometimes does, but something definitely happened, because now they're kissing and it's very soft and Feliciano tastes sweet (that might be the hot chocolate though) and it is quite a curious kiss as one side of his face feels very warm from the heat of the fire. Eventually they break apart, and Feliciano has the biggest grin on his face which quite takes Ludwig's breath away. He's pretty sure looking that cute must be criminal somewhere, and has to hide his face in his partner's shoulder.
They talk. They talk about architecture and sailing and the badminton results. They wrap their arms around each other and toast bits of bread over the fire and laugh and smile and sit and listen quietly to the wind in the trees. And he is so warm, so perfectly content, that Ludwig thinks that even if this is a honeymoon he's unwittingly planned, he really, really does not care.