A day in the life of Ludwig plus one. 8D
Not really romance, but cute fluff.
Ludwig rolled over to find himself face to face with a very familiar picture. Feliciano asleep- naked- on his bed. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks and immediately stumbled out of bed. One day he'd get that boy to sleep in his own bed, even if it meant locking the doors and getting bars for the windows.
He repeated this thought every morning when he woke up to see the lazy Italian sleeping with him, but never went through with any of the plans to keep Feliciano out. He figured they wouldn't work, anyway. And besides, as annoying as Feliciano could be, he was a friend. Right?
Ludwig sighed and ran a hand through his hair, staring rather openly at the bed invader.
"One of these days…" he groaned.
…
Other than waking to find Feliciano fast asleep right next to him, the morning had been rather uneventful.
Actually, even including that event it was uneventful.
Ludwig's stoic expression didn't falter in the slightest when said bed-disturbance crashed into his office, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"LUDWIG! LUDWIG LUDWIG LUDWIG!"
Slowly, very slowly Ludwig raised his eyes up from the paperwork he was tending to to meet the closed eyes of Feliciano.
"What?"
"I brought you dinner!" he replied happily, seemingly extremely pleased with himself.
Icy blue eyes blinked once, twice. "Th-thank you, Feliciano." he managed to choke out. Feliciano ran over, deposited the plate right on top of Ludwig's current pile of paperwork and threw his arms around the angry German before shimmying out of the room, again.
…
He couldn't lie, dinner HAD been delicious, but the manner in which Feliciano chose to deliver it was rather annoying. Still… He was just trying to show that he cared, right?
Shaking his head to clear himself of the thoughts that seemed to revolve entirely around the happy-go-lucky Italian these days, Ludwig trudged into the bathroom, making sure to close and, more importantly, lock the door behind him.
He stretched onto his tip-toes before tasking himself with removing his clothing and starting the shower, finding that perfect balance between hot and cold that was just slightly closer to cold than most people would prefer.
After triple checking the door was locked, Ludwig stepped into the shower and promptly got to work removing the gel that kept his hair away from his face during the day. He hummed to himself as he worked, finally removing enough to actually lather his head in shampoo when he felt another pair of hands working the shampoo into his head.
With a start, Ludwig turned to see a completely at-ease Feliciano in the shower with him.
"Ve, Ludwig! You have so much gel it's hard to get out!" he giggled- yes, giggled.
Ludwig suppressed the groan that was working its way up his throat and resumed washing himself while Feliciano tended to his hair. This, he was sure, was NOT normal friend behaviour. But kicking Feliciano out wouldn't do anything for the next time he was in the shower, so he didn't bother.
…
After getting himself- and Feliciano- dry, Ludwig pulled on a pair of boxers, not at all shocked when Feliciano failed to follow suit. He bid Feliciano a good night and watched as he fled to his permanent guest room before retreating to his own room, alone.
He always fell asleep alone.
A/N:: 8D Just a little drabble that was distracting me while I was writing Rocky Starts.