This is my second Fanfiction. I am steadily learning to read, reread, and correct my work… (Bare with me if you read my other story 'Life As A Civilian', I am sorry.) I do not own these Characters, I just made up the magical story they're going to star in. The main coupling is Gerita and Spamano, other pairing are UsUk, Prucan, and others when I think of them!
Well do what you guys do best, and read, favorite, and review!
-JRBatt
Ludwig stared up at the building before him, checking the map on his phone again to make sure that the address was correct. He ended up in the fancy part of town, with a 'help wanted' flyer in his hand, in front of homely restaurant that looked fairly new. First he thought it was a mistake, but the name on the building matched the one presented in the flyer. The building was rather big, red brick with ivy climbing up the building, with the delicious smells wafting out of the doors.
Ludwig made sure he wore a nice button up shirt, black slacks, and he even opted to wear his thick black framed glasses. He would be the first to admit, he didn't look to friendly. He had his fine blonde hair slicked back, his pale skin almost blending in with his white button up, and stern ice blue eyes that could put the fear of Jesus into anyone. He kept checking his sleeves, his shoes, and smoothing out his pants. Letting out a huge sigh, and looking up at the building. A moment past, before he held his breath and walked through the door.
"Ve~ Welcome to Luogo di Vargas! How may I help you?" asked a cheery Italian man, gushing with happiness. The blonde stared at the stranger for a moment then quickly took in his surroundings. The restaurant was big, and somewhat fancy, yet not. The lights where not overbearingly bright, the walls were a warm tan, and the floor was a dark wood. Tables scattered across the floor with white table clothes, and then the opening to the room he assumed that the open bar and smoking area was. Looking back at the man before him, he quickly waved the flyer and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and spoke up.
"I saw you needed a bartender? I was wondering if I could fill out a application?" the mans smile got wider, and he motioned for him to follow as they walked up to a table and sat down. Ludwig noted the man had light brownish-red hair, a curl that seemed to defy gravity, honey colored eyes, and sun kissed skin. He was quite a bit shorter than him, but was well built and handsome. Wearing a white button-up with his sleeves rolled up, black slacks, black dress shoes, and a red apron tied around his waist.
"Ve~ Do you have a TABC? And do you have your certificates?" asked the Italian and the blonde nodded, proceeding to pull neatly folded documents out of his pocket and placing them in front of the other.
"Can you start today? Ve~ I can quickly get you to fill out a application, some paperwork…" the blonde nodded vigorously, letting a small smile crack through as well as some excitement.
"Yes! I mean, yes sir I can start today- thank you so much…" blushing at his lack of professionalism, but quickly recovered. The other smiled as he got up and to get said documents; leaving Ludwig to ogle his perfect rear as he left the room. Noticing what he was doing he quickly shook his head of any thoughts of it, and busied himself to look around more.
He was the only one in the room, no customers, no other workers, no anything. He heard the others foot steps and he placed the papers on the table, letting the blonde fill the papers out as he put dishes away. Finishing up the paperwork and application, the Italian smiled. Glancing at the papers, and held out his hand.
"Ve~ Ciao Ludwig, my name is Feliciano but call me Feli! Thank you so much for coming here to apply, we were having a terrible time finding bartenders who wanted to work here…" the blonde raised a brow, and tilted his head in questioning.
"Why would there be such a hard time?" the Italian shook his head, but smiled anyway.
"The people who applied were people who had tattoo sleeves showing, wore facial piercings, and to be honest were rude. Ve~ I personally don't think tattoos are bad, but we are trying to create a family atmosphere and I don't need to hire someone who's going to act like this is a night club." The blonde nodded, the Italian motioned for him to follow him into the back.
"Ve~ you'll need a vest, apron- you have the slacks, shoes, and shirt…" the man paused from talking to himself and pulled out a black nametag and label maker. Soon the blonde was wearing a vest, nametag, and apron as well as the clothes he came in wearing. Soon they were behind the bar, where he was going to work, and began showing him the liquor storage. They spent hours going over his duties I the bar, how he was to greet and act towards customers, and even when and where his breaks were to take place. Soon they were sitting in the kitchen, Feliciano having pulled out several pots and pans and began to cook. When the heat became to much, taking off his button up to reveal his white tank underneath.
"Ve~ technically we haven't opened yet, but we needed a few extra people on staff and we had every position covered by family except the bar." The Italian chirped as he stirred the pot to what he assumed to be lunch for them. He watched the Italian for a minute, and then stood up and walked behind the other.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" the man smiled, and slid a knife and chop block in front of the other.
"Finely chop this onion? And then sauté it with this crushed garlic?" Smirking, the blonde took the onion and finely chopped it perfectly swiftly. Throwing it on a pan of heating olive oil with the crushed garlic, he began to stir, letting it caramelize then dumped it where the other motioned for him too.
"You are just full of surprises American boy. You know if it get to hot, you can take your shirt off right?" The blonde chuckled, and shook his head.
"I'm a German, I've long lost the accent from how long we've lived here though; I'm fine I'm not too hot." The Italian looked at him, raised brow and a smile.
"German? Why did you move all the way over here?" the blonde started stirring the pot, while Feliciano started boiling noodles, be responded to the question.
"My parents died, and we had to live with our grandparents who came over here and loved it. So here I am. How about you Mr. Italiano?" the other chuckled, but nodded.
"Close to the same story, more like my parents made some bad decisions. They got into drugs and we got taken away. Me and my twin brother Lovino. Our younger sisters Feliciana and her twin Lovina, then our baby brother Marcello. Soon after we showed up here with our Nonno, our parents killed themselves." The blonde stared at the other who seemed un-phased in happiness when he just happened to explain his parents death and being placed with his grandparents.
"Oh. I'm sorry I- you aren't sad?" the smile faded somewhat, and the other looked the blonde right I the eyes after straining the noodles, and watched the German man take the pot off the burner and shutting off the burner.
"It's sad, but it happened long ago, and if everyone let the things that made then sad linger in their hearts, then they would soon be gone too. So I just don't think about my past, and think about my future." The smile was bad, and he was handing the blonde a plate of pasta. Smiling and thanking the other they sat at a table and ate, both of the men keeping up mindless chatter. Well most of the chatter coming from the Italian sitting across from him. He was looking at the way Feliciano's mouth moved, forming words when he was brought back into reality by a question.
"Ve~ Would it be weird to you if I said you have the most beautiful eyes and hair I've ever seen? Ve~ You're pale. Well from what I can see everything on you is pale, reminds me of depictions of angels." Feliciano was blushing, and the blonde seemed un-phased by the question.
"Nein, I wouldn't. In fact I think I would retort with 'Your eyes are like liquid amber, and your hair reminds me of autumn' which personally is the best season." The blonde grinned, and took a bite of pasta on his fork.
Feliciano was looking at the blonde, trying to figure him out. The blonde looked serious, with a crease in his brow, but when he flirt with the blonde it didn't bother him. In fact the blondes features softened, he'd grin that beautiful grin, and would seem to reciprocate the same amount of flirting back. He got up to clean the dishes and the blonde helped, then making a system of Ludwig scrubbing dishes, and Feliciano rinsing and drying them. After they were all dry they put it all away, and cleaned to station they used to cook their food. After that they swept and mopped, then head out to see if there was anything else that needed to be done. Both men looking around the restaurant, an finding nothing to do.
"Ve~ I guess I covered most if not all the bases… Let me file your paperwork, and I'll be right back." Nodding as he watched the perky man leave, and he decided to walk into the open bar area. Making himself at home behind the bar, he started to take in the dimly lit room. The room had screens for the smoke to escape the room when the room would be filled with smokers, it looked like the main area only more bar-like. The walls where red rather than tan, the tables didn't have table clothes, and overall it looked like where a rich man would drink. The blonde had been spending his time cleaning, and putting things to his liking in the work station as the bell to the bar area rang.
"Ciao, my names Ludwig; How may I serve you today?" the blonde said, smiling on how authentic the Italian sounded.
"I need a scotch on the rocks…" Ludwig nodded, checking her ID before pulling a glass out. Smiling as he did a flashy bottle trick and slid the drink to the girl sitting in front of him. She looked a lot like the Italian that he spent the day with from the hair down the curl, who seemed to be down. This must've been Feliciano's younger sister.
"Rough day?" the girl looked up at him, smiling a bit before speaking.
"Sì, today has been a pretty rotten day…" taking a sip of her drink making a face. "God, how does my Girlfriend drink this?" the blonde chuckled before pulling a wine glass out and filling it to a appropriate level and handing it off to her, taking the scotch and disposing of it into the sink behind them. She raised a brow, and looked at the blonde sipping the beverage and smirked.
"Don't drink at work huh?" the blonde shook his head.
"I don't drink the hard stuff much, but I do indulge in a beer every once in awhile." The girl smiled, and shrugged before speaking.
"I assume you were either hired by Feliciano or Lovino?" she asked before holding her hand out to the bartender. "I'm Feliciana by the way. I'm their younger sister." Ludwig shook her hand, and she smiled.
"Ah, piacere di conoscerti- My names Ludwig." He tapped his nametag, and began to wipe down the bar and the girl raised a brow.
"You're Italian is perfect." She stated, and leaned forward. "But you aren't Italian, where did you learn to speak fluently?" the blonde flushed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"My Opa and Oma worked with this Italian man, I can't remember his name, but he was the one who taught me how to speak it." soon the bell rang again and Feliciano walked in, and sat right next to his sister.
"Ve~ Ludwig, I see you met my sister!" he cheered, and looked up at the blonde smiling. Placing his work shirt on the bar and relaxing.
"I thought Lovino said you weren't allowed to hire anyone because you were an idiot?" Feliciano laughed, and nodded.
"Ve~ yeah well, he got sick of interviewing people, that as well as Toni and Lovino went on their honey moon yesterday so they'll be gone for a few weeks. It's all good though, because as soon as I opened this afternoon to get things set up for our grand opening next month Ludwig here was my angel sent from heaven." He said excited, while looking at the blonde and continuing to speak.
"He was the only man to come in, and act like a human being. Ve~ one man yesterday I had to file sexual harassment charges because I was 'flirty'." The girl snickered, and patted him on the back.
"To be honest, this is the first guy you hired, and he's done amazing. You know Lovino will be a dick-weed like he always is when he comes back, and will be pissed you hired someone who'll understand him badmouthing people in Italian." The Italian man froze and looked at his sister, then at the blonde before him.
"Wait. Ve~ you speak Italian?" now directing his attention to the blonde before him. The blonde looked over, and nodded before handing Feliciano a glass of wine.
"Vino per un uomo bello come te?" Feliciano blushed taking the glass from Ludwig, and smiled before responding.
"Sei abbastanza bello da soli." winking as he took a sip of wine, and raising his glass to the blonde.
"Per l'uncio barista che non mi disgusto, così come mi molestare, evviva!" the siblings clanked glasses while the blonde clanked the bottle with them before putting it back into it's rightful place. Before settling at the bar, and conversing with Feliciana.
Feliciano stared at the blonde. First from his amazing cotton blonde hair, to his pale face, those beautiful blue eyes that were framed by big thick glasses, and the way his clothes hung slightly off his body. He wanted to know what the blonde looked like underneath the baggy clothes, if he was sculpted or scrawny, he wanted to look. Only seeing the blondes head and hands only, he became every curious. Even when it got hot, and he himself took his button-up off and wore a tank around, the blonde endured the heat rather than take the shirt off. Shaking his head of his thoughts, and smiling at the blonde.
"Ve~ hey Ludwig. How would you respond to me asking if you'd like to get a drink of coffee with me after I lock up shop?" Ludwig stopped and looked at the other for a moment, and smiled.
"Depends; Are we going as just two guys, or co-workers?" the other pretended to think for a moment before giving a response.
"Ve~ Just two guys, getting coffee, and just enjoying each others company." The blonde grinned, winking as he took off his nametag, vest, and apron; placing them behind the counter so they wouldn't get lost and would be there for when he came into work next. He lifted the counter and closed it behind him, and went to toward the door to leave. Feliciano had already left with his sister, walking out of the open bar smoking room, and out of the building the Italian locked the door and waved his sister good bye.
"Ve~ I know a great Coffee shop, follow me!" grabbing the German's hand, he lightly tugged the man down the street till they reached some stairs leading to a door under a building. The coffee shop was underneath a book store, there being a entrance in the bookstore as well as outside. It being dark, and seemed all the angst-y teens, punks, and popular crowd came. The Italian man ordered his coffee, which Ludwig ordered the same thing. The blonde didn't really drink coffee, but he would start if that meant he got to spend more time with the other. They stood off to the side waiting and the boy/girl working handed them their order.
Soon leaving with their coffee, they began walking down the street. They sipped the coffee silently, and the blonde was finding he liked his drink… A lot more than he was expecting, considering the only coffee his family drank was black, he usually never touched it. But whatever they spiked this cup with, he liked it, and probably was going to get one everyday for the rest of his life. He night air was becoming chilly, and the Italian shivered.
"Ve~ tonight is a beautiful night, peaceful, and nothing seems it can't go wrong." The blonde hummed and nodded, sipping more of his coffee.
"I'll walk you home, since it's dark and what not." Feliciano giggled, and pointed to the building across the street.
"I am already home, maybe I can walk you home?" the blonde shook his head.
"It'd be out of the way, I live on the North side of town. Besides no use walking with me if you're ho-" The blonde stopped talking as he noticed the blank unreadable stare the Italian was giving him.
"Ve~ you walked here? That's a hour walk, why did you walk that far? Don't you have a car? Isn't the North side of town dangerous at night?" the blonde was bombarded with questions and before he could speak the other made his mind up. "I'm driving you home, Ve~ and I'll be picking you up too!" and before Ludwig knew it, he was in a candy red Lamborghini going towards his apartment.
"Feliciano, tomorrow is Friday right?" Ludwig asked, suddenly remembering he had a appointment to go to in the morning.
"Sì, why what's wrong?" the Italian looked concerned but never let his gaze off the road.
"N-nothing, I forgot to mention every Friday I need to go to the doctor… I'm not sure what time I'll make it in tomorrow." Rubbing the back of his neck and waited for a response.
"What time is the appointment and where? I'll take you, besides I wasn't going to open tomorrow because I was able to finish all the prep work with your help." The blonde blushed, and looked at the other for a moment.
"Five a.m. at St. Carnell's research center…" Feliciano seemed to know what that center was for because he slammed on the breaks, and looked at the blonde with tear filled eyes.
"You have cancer? Ve~ were you going to get Chemo treatment all alone?" Ludwig was surprised at how the other was reacting to the news, other employers would usually shrug it off and say 'don't let it affect your work.' And he would just get Fridays off.
"Yes I have cancer, I usually go alone when going to get my treatment done." Feliciano looked at the other, before smiling and speaking in his sweet voice again.
"Fine, I'll take you. You aren't going to be alone anymore, and this is your street now, sì?" the blonde nodded, blushing a deep shade of red and was about to hope out of the car, when he noticed the other climbing out as well. Rather than question anything, he let the other follow. Entering the building, Feliciano frown but remained silent, following the blonde. Soon they were on the third floor stopping at apartment C112, and the blonde unlocked the door, letting the other inside. Feliciano was shocked, the blonde must've scrubbed the whole place and painted it. It had to be the cleanest and nicest apartment in the whole place, and Feliciano noticed that the other didn't own much. He had a couch, coffee table, and a laptop with a cd case full of DVDs. The house was mostly empty, and he looked at the blonde who looked extremely embarrassed.
"Ve~ now I know where to pick up, I'll see you tomorrow! You need to be picked up around 4:30 to be at the center in time?" with a nod from the other, Feliciano walked out with a wave. While walking down the hall, down the stairs, and into his car. Feliciano drove home, thinking to himself as he walked to his own apartment. Why did he care? He's never really gotten involved in others personal business usually, and he never gone out of his way to help someone who was basically a stranger. Then again he also never asked people out to coffee neither, but the guy was cute and looked like they could be friends.
"Ve~ friends… Like the words 'friends' and 'cute' go into the same sentence in a platonic way." This was the first time the Italian really had been out with anyone who wasn't related or knew his family, but being with the other seemed so natural and he loved it. He loved how when the other smiled, even though he obviously didn't any other time. He liked how the blonde was modest, seemed self conscious, and all around a good guy.
Remembering the look on the blondes face, when he found out Ludwig had cancer. He was shocked, the other didn't even look sick. But it would explain why the other kept covered up, hiding tubes sticking out of his body. As he opened the door to his apartment he took a step and landed on the couch, using his foot to keep it shut. He was tired, and he was going to have a hard time waking up early, but he knew that he was going to have a hard time sleeping. Every time he was with the blonde or even thought of him he could feel himself getting warm, queasy, and his chest would feel tight.
He knew he was developing a crush, but didn't want to get to close with the fear of getting hurt. He had crushes before, but they would brush him over before he could get a chance to even talk to them. Now here he was, setting himself up for the pain of someone hurting him. The sighed again, defeated as he sat up and looked around at his huge apartment. Just by looking at it you could tell he was well off, everything looked to be painfully expensive or something like a family heirloom. White walls covered in tons of paints, splashes of red furniture, and dark wood floors. Everything was modern, from the glass railing of the stairs, to the new appliances and fireplace.
There were two on-suites to two of the bedrooms on either side of the apartment, and one more room and separate bathroom. His apartment was big, lonely, but most of all boring. Being a famous painter wasn't fun, that's why he agreed to open a restaurant with his brothers, brother-in-law, and sisters. But he was still lonely. Finally subjecting himself to going to his bedroom, laying in his bed, closing his eyes and thought about the blonde 'friend' he made that day.
Ludwig awoke to a knocking on his door, looking at the clock he noticed the time. 4:25 am, he sighed as he crawled out of bed and slinked to the door. He only bother to put on a pair of flattering black jeans, and opted to just answer the door topless. His heavily tattooed arms, chest, and back exposed as he opened the door. As soon as the door opened, Ludwig saw the sweet Italian who seemed just as sleepy as he was if not more so.
"Com' on in Feli-" He began then after yawning finished. "-no use in you waiting outside for five minutes." The other man nodded a barely noticeable nod, and slinked into the apartment. Feliciano yawned, and handed the blonde a large coffee like the one from yesterday, and a box with at least four Italian lobster tails from the bakery. Soon the were sitting on the small couch, their sides touching as they sipped coffee and eat pastries. After a minute Ludwig felt wide awake, and walked back into his room to get ready.
Feliciano on the other hand had woken up the moment the blonde opened the door, with his exposed torso. That beautifully decorated, sculpted yet lean torso. He never really notice how tall the blonde was yesterday, but he was sure noticing it today. As he walked around pulling a black tank top and jacket on, then yanking socks on his feet, and finally pulling on some old combat boots. Right on the dot of 4:30 the blonde turned to the Italian and smiled, waiting by the door. Feliciano got up feeling much more energized now he had coffee and food on him, though as they entered the car the blonde seemed to lose that happy look.
"Ve~ are you okay? I mean you've been doing this awhile right, why are you just now looking scared?" Ludwig looked up at the other, putting a painfully forced smile on his face.
"This is the first time in four years anyone has come with me, much less someone not related. Today's also the day we do blood tests and x-rays, to see how bad the cancer is." They sat quietly as they made their way to the cancer center, and walked to the lobby receptionist together. They both were lead into the room he went to every Friday for most of his life, getting pumped full of poison in the hopes he would get better.
Feliciano watched silently as the other had blood drawn, x-rays done, and a IV hooked into the port in his chest, where then he started examining the art work inked into the others skin. One thing he noticed was that Ludwig only had tattoos of various different flower pieces, no skulls or flames, but flowers. When the blonde caught the other staring, chuckling shakily as the Chemo drained into him. The Italian looked away embarrassed that he was caught staring at the others body.
"These were preapproved by my Oma's… Each piece symbolizes a event and person in my life." Even though he was in pain, he smiled and patted the seat next to him. Feliciano walked over taking the seat, humming a sweet song before finally speaking up.
"Ve~ what's your favorite flower?" the blonde shook his head, and laughed.
"I don't think I have one…" the other smiled.
"Ve~ mine are white lilies." Ludwig looked at the Italian, and smiled soon seeing another cancer patient walk in and get hooked up to a IV as well. It was a quiet blonde man with shaggy dirty blonde hair, and upon seeing Ludwig smiled.
"It's nice to see you aye, Ludwig." He said smiling, then gave a quizzical look over at the man sitting next to the German. "Oh, who's this?" Ludwig cleared his throat and motioned to Feliciano.
"Matthew this a Feliciano, Feliciano this is my older brother's boyfriend Matthew." The Canadian shook the others hand best as he could while hooked up to Chemo.
"Ve~ I didn't know you had a brother. How much older is he?" before Ludwig could answer, the Canadian spoke up.
"Ludwig's twenty two, Gilbert is five years older… That would make him twenty seven." The Italian nodded in understanding, and turned to Ludwig.
"So you have a older brother named Gilbert? What does he do?" both blondes blushed, and spoke in unison.
"He's a rock-star." Feliciano tilted his head, and smiled.
"Ve~ What band?" Matthew smiled.
"The Free Falling. Gilberts the Drummer, my twin Alfred is the bassist, and his boyfriend Arthur is the guitarist." Feliciano clapped his hands in excitement for the other two, and smiled brightly.
"Ve~ I bet you miss them huh? I know I miss my fratello when he's away. Right now him and his husband are on their honey moon, but oh well."
"Gilbert and the others get off tour so then when me and Lud get our tests done, they find out if we are cancer free yet or not. This time I have a good feeling, for me and Lud both."
"Ve~ that's wonderful! When do you find out?"
"Well it'll probably be a month or two for them to give us a defining answer- but I bet in a month." Ludwig was smiling as the other two talked, and began to look out the window. We wondered what it was like to feel like a normal person, not to feel awful all the time. He closed his eyes and began to think about everything up to this point in his life, maybe he could actually marry and grow old with someone. He smiled at the thought, then he thought about the Italian next to him. He smiled even bigger and felt a flutter in his chest, then his stomach clenched. Jolting forward, he grabbed the trashcan next to him, and began empting his belly of his once delicious food and beverage. Feliciano rubbed his back, cooing reassuring words in till the other stopped heaving. Ludwig didn't look so good, and the nurse who was working with the two men hooked up to IV's barreled in.
"I AM SO SORRY! I forgot to give you guys your cup of anti-nausea, here take it now!" the blonde's took the cup, both having a look of disgust but they drink it like a shot. Throwing it to the back of their throats and swallowing, which for Ludwig gagged with the combined taste of heave medication and bile was enough to almost make him heave again. Once they emptied the cups, she apologized one more time before leaving again.
Feliciano felt bad, no one likes the taste of that in their mouth, then remembered the bottle of mouthwash in his bag. Sometimes it paid to brush your teeth at work, because you happened to have that stuff with you. He quickly pulled it out of the messenger bag he'd been carrying and the two men thanked him. Ludwig in particular looked the most grateful. After spitting the mouthwash into the trashcan, Ludwig pushed it with his foot as far away from then as he could reach, which was surprisingly far, considering the long legs of the German.
"Well, I almost forgot what vomiting felt like. It's every bit as repulsing as I vaguely remembered it being." The Canadian laughed, and patted the other on the shoulder.
"That's why I don't eat before I get here, or after… Are your grandparents picking you up today?" the German shook his head, and rubbed the back of his neck.
"No, I was thinking about going home after this."
"Ludwig, you know that's highly ill-advised. They want you with someone in till you're up to your strengths again."
"Every ones busy, I'll be fine I just go home and stay there." After hearing enough of the conversation Feliciano spoke.
"Ve~ Ludwig will be coming home with me so I can keep a eye on him-" the German began to start back but was cutoff before he started. "-and I don't want to hear it Luddy, I'm your friend and that's what friends do!" and with that, everyone was quiet.
"You really want to be my friend?" Feliciano smiled and nodded. Ludwig noticed his IV bag drained and the nurse unhooked him and let him leave, waving a good bye to the other blonde they left. They walked out of the building together, and got into the Italians car, who drove to his own apartment. When he parked the car, and looked at Ludwig he noticed the blonde was in bad shape. So they took the elevator, he wore his hood, kept his eyes closed, and just was quiet. Feliciano opened his apartment door and Ludwig slowly walked in.
the lights being already off was good, and Ludwig seemed to slump into a chair, slowly sliding his jacket off. His skin was even more pale than it originally was, and he could see where the blondes hair was falling out. The blonde closed his eyes, and leaned back.
"Ich fühle mich nicht gut…" Feliciano looked at the blonde questioningly, but it went unnoticed to the now sleeping German. He smiled at how peaceful the other looked. Rather angelic, he had been having artist block for awhile and looking at the blonde made him want to paint. Feliciano began to grin and took a photo of the blonde with his phone and left the room, now finding his muse he began to paint.
Sitting in his workstation in the bedroom that wasn't a on-suite, he used as a office. Canvases littering the floor and paint frantically pulled out so then he could start working on his art again. He was painting Ludwig sleeping as a angel, without tattoos, and with big silver and gold wings. He was covered by a sheet, and finally he was finished. In between layers drying he would make himself coffee and check on the blonde. With only a few more touches to be made he called it a day for the painting, and went to check on the German who had Migrated from the chair to the couch at some point. Hair brushed over his face, brows creasing together, and a small frown. He smiled, then left for his room for a moment.
Ludwig rolled from his side to his back, and his eyes fluttered open. Slowly sitting up so not to get sick, and took in his surroundings. He wasn't in his apartment, where could he be? Then he remembered, he went home with Feliciano. Slowly standing up, he walked to what he could see as a bathroom. Walking in, closing the door, he moved to unzip his pants so he could urinate. After what felt like five minutes, Ludwig no longer had a painful need to use the restroom. Sipping up his pants, washing his hands, and leaving the bathroom. He walked back to the living room to see Feliciano sitting on the couch sipping on coffee.
"Ve~ morning sleepy head, have a good siesta?" the blonde nodded and sat next to the other, both of them sitting in silence.
"Thank you for be there today…" Feliciano looked over at Ludwig, and smiled and patting the other on the back.
"Ve~ well I can't see why not, even though we met yesterday you're my friend… Is that weird; that I think of you as my best friend?" the Italian asked; the German shaking his head.
"Nein, I feel the same way."
"Ve~ that's good! I thought I was creepy for a moment there" Feliciano said as he thought to himself. 'Yeah because taking photos of people sleeping and painting them isn't creepy.' Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he looked at the blonde who seemed to be looking at the art covering the walls.
"I like your art on the walls, did you buy them?"
"No, Ve~ I painted them, but for awhile now I've been going through artist block." The blonde looked over, and frowned.
"I'm sorry, maybe you'll find something to be a muse- bring the spark of art back to life." The Italian blushed as he thought about the painting in the other room, and smiled.
"Ve~ maybe." Soon it was sun down, and the blonde requested to leave, and Feliciano refused that he walk home. So now here they were, Feliciano escorting the blonde to his apartment like a parent does their child when dropping them off. Making sure he made it to his apartment and not collapsed in the hallway. They were staring at each other, Ludwig rubbing the back of his neck and smiling.
"Sorry I shed all over your chair and couch, and thanks for being… you know." The other smiled.
"Ve~ no problem. See you tomorrow?" the blonde nodded, as he watched Feliciano turn around and walk out of sight. The blonde quickly closed his door and leaned against it, smiling to himself and walking to his laptop and popping a DVD of 'Rick and Morty' into the drive and began watching his cartoon. Hell he slept all day, now he was going to have to stay up to get back on track. As he watched his show, his smile grew wider and wider. Someone wanted to be around him, and it made his heart fill full. He knew he was developing feelings, and he didn't care. he was happy for what felt like the first time in his life.
Chapter two will be posted hopefully soon! I'm in college so I've been busy; please understand!