It was once again the season of winter and this time, again, Feliciano was in Ludwig's bed, sleeping. Ludwig never invited him over, but he was more or less used to this particular grown man sneaking into his bedroom in the middle of the night and crawling under his bedsheets, naked. Before, he would yell at him, but this time he decided to let it pass.

Naked, huh? Ludwig's sleepy eyes examined Feliciano's body. He watched as his torso slowly moved as he breathed. The Italian's head was facing him with his mouth a bit open, drool trickling down on his pillow.

That was very attractive.

Ludwig himself was wearing a white tank top and was also wearing boxers yet was freezing, thus him awakening to that sight. Curiosity got the better of Ludwig. In a fit of drowsiness, he slowly lifted the cover and looked down at Feliciano's lower half. Thankfully, he was wearing boxers-those red ones to be exact. Ludwig mentally shook his head at his memory of something that went just about this current situation, but instead he received a gift from the loopy man: his very own red boxers for Christmas. But back to current reality, Ludwig found himself staring at Feliciano's nether regions. He quickly turned his flushed head as if there was someone or heck even an audience in that very same room, watching.

Ludwig turned his body away from the other, holding the blanket over him so it doesn't fall off (and made it possible for others only to see his messy blond hair). Before he shut his eyelids and called it a night, he peeked over his shoulder-just for a few seconds, that is-at Feliciano again.

"Ludwiiiiiiiiig! Are you wearing-"

"Yes, yes," Ludwig said (and he wasn't lying) as he scratched the back of his head while watching as the smaller man curiously eyed his pants. "Stop that!"

"Ohh, but I just wanted to be sure..."

"You're not going to be able to see them with my pants on, idiot!" He wanted to hit Feliciano, but knew that in itself would ruin the reason why he was even at Feliciano's place. Instead, he sighed and almost forcefully gave the rectangle box he was carrying at the other before this conversation went out of hand. Feliciano made a quizzical expression.

"Open it."

He did. Feliciano lifted up the green top of the box and was soon welcomed to something red-more like a garnet. He touched it. Cotton. Then, with a hand he lifted the item up, a long-sleeved shirt with a three-button front. He soon found matching pants that had a string at the waist left in the box.

"So you don't freeze to death in your sleep," Ludwig said, blushing a bit yet still trying to cover it by looking stern. He didn't mention that he chose red to match the meaning as his red boxers: good luck. It was his little secret. He watched as Feliciano was still looking at his gift, who was also a little flushed because of the thoughtfulness of it. Overall, it was quite a red moment.

Feliciano finally looked at Ludwig. His face had a very eminent smile along with those dopey eyes of his. If his hands weren't full he would embrace Ludwig, but he made up for it by pressing himself against him (along with stabbing the German with one of the box's corners). After the deed was done, Feliciano was nearly bouncing with happiness.

"Uwaa, thank you, Ludwig~!"

Ludwig left soon after. That was all he really came here to do. Seeing Feliciano's reaction to the gift was more than enough for him to know this was a good Christmas.

Sure enough, Feliciano was nice and snug that night. Ludwig knew because he woke up to that very attractive sight once again: the Italian's head facing him, his mouth a bit open with drool trickling down on his pillow.