Ludwig sat at his desk, tapping a pen against his lip in a repetitive way, signifying he was deep in thought as he looked through ordinance bills for Berlin. After signing and stamping some denial stamps he sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, as he leaned back. Ah… It's good to have some break time for once in this house. The German thought to himself. Feliciano and his brother were outside visiting each other, so he figured he would avoid the nuisance of being called a potato bastard and deal with the whole tomato-throwing shenanigans that Feliciano's brother, Lovino, puts him through. Then, as if fate had felt like playing a cruel joke on him, he heard shouting and a high-pitched squeal, presumably from Feliciano.
"Verdammt..! What now?!" He exclaimed as he shot up, running outside. When he got out to Feliciano's little garden he had (Feliciano swears it's for saving money, but the majority of it is just tomatoes for his pasta) and stopped dead. Before him stood the two Italians, heads together as their faces both were flushed red.
"Diamine, Felii~! W-we are stuck you fucking idiota!" shouted the darker haired brother, Lovino as he struggled to pull his curl from his brother's own curl.
"A-aah! Stop! D-don't pull Lovii~! You hurt! I-Im sorry! We j-just went to pick the same tomato and banged heads! IT was not my fault.." he said through tears in his eyes. Ludwig just sighed heavily and pulled out his phone, dialing Spain's number.
"¡Buenos tardes Amigo! How is little Romano doing?" The German heard as his call was answered within the first three rings.
"Ah… Look, About that…" Ludwig began, before being interrupted.
"Oh! He is such a cutie, si si! But he can be so mean, yeah? Do not take it so seriously he is just sweet at heart-"
"Nein! This is not why I am calling you! I called you because Feliciano and Lovino got their hair stuck together!" the German had to shout into the phone.
"¿Que? What's that even mean? What are you talking about? Just pull them apart, no?" the Spaniard stated innocently.
Germany groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, blushing embarrassedly.
"Just… Come here quickly, you will see." Ludwig stated.
"Ookay then, I'll be there in five minutos. Adios." There was a click signifying the end of the call.
Germany walked quickly back to the two Italians, who had slumped to the ground after Romano had tried tugging themselves apart, both of them breathing heavily. Feliciano turned his head upwards to look at Ludwig and he held his arms open, begging for a hug.
"Ludviii ~! Help mee!" He whined pathetically as he grabbed the German's tank top and pulled him down into a tight hug.
"Ahg! Verdammt, Italy!" Ludwig exclaimed as he unpreparedly fell onto Feliciano. The little Italian wrapped his arms around him tightly and Germany sighed heavily, reaching to begin his work at untangling the knotted curl. As he began pulling gently on the curls, Lovino slapped his hand away and glared at him menacingly.
"D-Do not. Touch. Me… Bastardo.." Lovino managed to spit out between breaths. Germany just looked at him exasperatedly and sat back and away from the tangle as Feliciano still clung to him.
"I guess we will have to wait for Spain to come then.." Germany stated. He saw Lovino freeze for a moment, before looking up at him with a murderous look in his eyes.
"YOU INVITED SPAIN?!"