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Silly Ludwig always seemed to forget that Feliciano's "siesta time" was at 3 o' clock sharp. If there was one thing the Italian was always, always, always on time for, it was his siesta. Yet, somehow, this obvious knowledge had managed to escape Ludwig. Thus began the mistake of letting the boy take a seat next to him, whilst he read over a letter from one of his superiors.
Come 3 o' clock, Ludwig found himself in a bit of a predicament. He now had a distraction from his reading.
Feliciano had managed to pass out, onto the front of Ludwig's shoulder, and was beginning to make his sleepy descent to his lap. Ludwig's breath hitched, yet he made no move to stop the fall.
"Ve…" the soft mutter came upon his head landing, plop, on his lap.
So, what to do now?
He had to return to his reading! Most certainly, since it was an urgent letter, not enough time to move the boy. Wordy, at that, but urgent. So he returned to reading, his eyes darting back and forth across the crisp sheet of paper.
Until Feliciano caused another… distraction.
This time, when the German peeked down from his letter, he noticed Feliciano's arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He seemed to be muttering something in his native tongue, but Ludwig passed that off while instead he attempted to focus back on the letter. There surely wasn't a heat rising to his cheeks, no.
…God Damn it. What was that little Feliciano up to now? With one, last, peek, Ludwig found him nuzzling his stomach. "Ludwiiig…"
…Did he seriously just nuzzle him while dreaming, and talking about him?
…Did he seriously just dream about him instead of his usual pasta sleep?
…No! Ludwig wasn't smiling at this. He absolutely positively was not smiling that little smile that Feliciano always seemed so happy to see.
He shook off the expression, that was of course, never there, and finally, finally finished the letter. Of course, in the end, it held no orders. Damned superiors.
…He set down the letter and looked down at Feliciano, who had since ceased nuzzling, and began to pick him up. But the Italian would not have it and just held on tighter. Ludwig sighed, and moved one of his hands to rest on his head.
He supposed he could let himself smile, and not do anything else in particular, just this once.
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A/N: That… kind of sucked. D: Oh well, hope you kids enjoyed it! Reviews are loved.