Be Okay
"Fresh cut grass, one cold beer... Thank the Lord I am here and now..." crooned an American voice. Ludwig considered changing the channel to something less... peppy. He'd rather listen to yodelling than put up with this pop-garbage. The tall blond reached over his Heineken to turn the dial on his massive boom box. Kiku constantly nagged him to upgrade to a satellite radio, an iPod, something, but he just couldn't bring himself to throw away his precious piece of crap.
"Ve~ Ludwig, I love-a this song!" Ludwig sighed, pulling back his hand as his best friend burst through the back door carrying a tray of lemonade. "And look," the Italian exclaimed, "I-a brought you another drink! You must-a be so thirsty after mowing the lawn."
"Yes, Feliciano, but I have my beer."
"That's-a okay! More for me!" Feliciano hummed along to the staticky music, carefully avoiding the mower near the two lawn chairs. He didn't want to trip and spill lemonade all over his friend again. Ludwig yelled a lot, but especially when he was covered in sticky things like pasta sauce or lemonade.
Does that smile ever falter? Ludwig thought. Vell, vhen he's running avay. But I am not sure zat counts.
"Can't complain about much these days... I believe we'll be okay..."
Feli's slender figure settled into the wooden seat next to him, auburn hair ruffled by the refreshing breeze. His ever-present grin grew as he sang the chorus. Ludwig found that he didn't mind the song so much when it was sung by the silvery voice of his friend.
"Ve~ Ludwig, I think-a we'll be okay," Feliciano said brightly. He slipped his tiny fingers into Ludwig's, opening his amber eyes to look at the man blushing next to him. After a hesitant pause, the German wrapped his strong, rough fingers around Feli's outstretched hand. His deep blush faded as he relaxed his tensed shoulders.
Luwig looked around at his neat backyard, beer in his hand, the adorable Italian next to him.
"Ja, Feli. Me too."