"Ludwig~" a soft voice whimpered.
"Feliciano…" a contrastingly strong voice groaned. The soft voice, belonging to the clumsy Italian, whimpered again.
"You've made such a mess…" huskily sighed the Italian's German lover. Feliciano suddenly gasped as the German lapped up the pure white liquid.
"…You had to be foolish enough to not move the milk when you tried to get the grape juice! It's all over you!" Ludwig sighed annoyed.
"Sorry~" says a sheepish, inept Italian.
