Sitting down next to the German, the Italian placed the porcelain bowl of hot broth an linguine in his lap, he beamed down at the sick man, spooning some of the hot broth with one hand while the other assisted Ludwig to sit up for his meal. Once the man was sat up and the bowl sat in his lap, he took the spoon into his own weak hand.
"Thank you.." He nodded, lifting the spoon to his lips, blowing away the steam to sip it. Delighted that Feliciano knew how to cook, and it was a plus that he cooked extremely well. Even if sometimes it was nothing but pasta. Still, it was delicious. It felt good going down, filling his body with a pleasurable heat, making his muscles relax and his mind at ease. Looking up to the rich auburn eyes that watched his every motion. Concern sculpting his features, Ludwig couldn't help but smiled, earning a delightful smile from the other, all worries vanished.
"How do you feel?" he asked in a soft Italian accent, pressing a hand to the German's damp forehead, wiping away the blonde forelocks from obstructing the others view. A chill ran through him as the other man did so, the cursed blushing rising to his features once more, "..Still feel nauseous?"
"Nien." He bluntly spurted, trying to not jump at the sudden closeness of the brunet.
Bubbly as ever Feliciano stood, happy to know his Ludwig was recovering and that his cooking was a big help after all.
Pulling a fork from his pocket, the Italian stood, embarrassed that he'd forgotten to give it to his patient.
"Scusa..." He handed it to the blonde, flustered.
Taking his newly found fork, Ludwig smiled, wiping at the prongs with his shirt and dove it in, forking some noodles and munching on them.
Bewildered, the Italian pressed a single digit to his own lips, questioning his new curiosity.
Raising a brow the German looked over himself puzzled, but nothing wrong was found. Feeling a bit on the spot he held up the bowl for the other to take it for now. With the meal set aside, the brunet settled down next to the panting man. Once again the room was spinning and nothing seemed to be going well.
"Just relax.." He Italian soothed, helping the other back under the sheets, caressing the ill man's face, smiling lovingly.
Lugwig had to remind him to call Kiku before he fell asleep at any moment but before he could speak a word he was pleasantly interrupted.
"Sleep well." Feliciano whispered, pecking the German's lips softly, watching the blonde fall unconscious.