Unbelievably nervous. That's how he felt as he flitted about the kitchen, making pasta. (Making pasta was a nervous habit for him) He was waiting for Ludwig to come home, he had important news. Almost as important as that first 'I love you', which he had blurted out, embarassingly, over a bowl of overcooked pasta. Horribly overcooked, his worst work yet.
He had a feeling that this pasta would be even worse, if he wasn't careful. Something inside of him said, if he loves you, he'll be fine. Besides, haven't you guys said from the start that the relationship was open anyway? But still he panicked.
Allow me, the narrator, to define panicked for Feliciano, who was often scared. For Feliciano panicked meant that his hands were trembling, his fingers stiff and cold from being clenched too tight in utter fear of what is to come, skin so pale it seems as though it could be the moon, eyes wider than dinner plates, and breath coming out at a pace too fast to be considered healthy. Yes, Feliciano was certainly panicked in this moment.
The door creaked open, sounding eerily like a coffin being closed to the poor young man. Heavy bootsteps. Closer. Closer. Right behind him. His breath came in and out at an even quicker clip, to the point one would call some 'serious freaking hyperventilation'. And then, "Feli, are you okay?"
"S-s-s-si!" the poor young man stuttered out, looking about ready to crap himself, or faint, or both. Probably both. And of course, the taller man picked up on that, I mean, Feliciano could be a bit strange, but this was abnormal even for him!
"What is the matter, Schatz?" the German questioned, worriedly. Feliciano's final moments were drawing nearer.
"I'm... I'm... I-I, uh... I-I'm an ace..." he mumbled, at last. This just made Ludwig very confused.
"Ace?"
"As in Asexual... I don't... like sex..." Feli was now picking out coffin woods, ebony or cherrywood, ebony or cherrywood...
"Oh, okay... I'm glad you told me."
Ebony, wait, what?! "Y-you are?" the now confused Italian says, thoroughly lost.
"Ja, now I know where the boundary stands, and what you aren't comfortable with. I know that your lack of apparent sexual attraction isn't because of you not feeling for me anymore, as I was starting to get worried about, but rather just because you don't feel that way for anyone. Ich Lieb dich, Feliciano, and something like this will never change that."
