Feliciano smiled at Francis and Arthur arguing by the punch table. He had enjoyed seeing their little smooch, and he thought it was absolutely adorable! Arthur and Big Brother Francis should be sweet and cute more often. He loved the rare sight of those two blushing and fumbling. And speaking of which….He turned over to Ludwig, who was quietly sipping a beer.

"Ve…"

He wished Ludwig could be all cute and cuddly and blush like those two did. He was always so harsh and strict. He then broke out in a huge smile, remembering the mistletoe that had been the center of attention not that long ago. Now, how could he bring Ludwig under it? As he thought, his curl twitched.

Ludwig glanced at Feli, just as the curl twitched. He didn't know what it meant, but it couldn't be anything good.

"Hey, Feliciano, what are you up to?" Ludwig asked, taking another sip of beer. He made a face. His German beer was much, much better than this tasteless American beer.

"Ve~! Luddy!" Feli yelped with delight. "Will you…" He stopped, then went back to thinking, his curl twitching with thought.

Ludwig sighed. He had a feeling he was right; whatever Feli was planning, it couldn't be good.

Feliciano spied the now empty punch table. Arthur and Francis had gone their separate way (he thought), leaving the punch table open. He stared at the red liquid in the large bowl. And then…he got it! He had figured out his plan. He turned to Ludwig with his usual smile.

"Eh? What do you want?" Ludwig asked.

"Ludwig~! Will you come with me to get some punch?"

"Eh? Why can't you go get it on your own?"

"Because then I'd be lonely! I don't want to be without you! Please?"

Ludwig sighed. "Fine, then. Let's go."

Feli raised his hand and frantically waved it around. "Yay! I'll lead! I'll lead the way!" he cried as he began walking, keeping his eye on the mistletoe as he walked. Right when he was sure they were right under it, he stopped, almost causing Ludwig do bump into him. He turned to face the taller man behind him.

"Why are you stopping, Feliciano?"

Feli pointed up. "Look, look."

Ludwig did as he was told and stood in shock. Maybe the Italian he knew was smarter than he let on. Feli took delight in Ludwig's reaction. His cheeks turned a bright pink, a lump in his throat formed, and he even began to sweat just a bit.

"You planned this all along, didn't you, Feli?" Ludwig asked suspiciously.

Feli smiled brightly, and that gave Ludwig his answer. He sighed. He wasn't a man to go back on tradition, but…Damn it. He just had to be so inexperienced. Although, he didn't realize that Feli was just as inexperienced. Sure, he flirted a lot, but he hadn't gotten much farther than that.

Feli was adoring Ludwig's reactions and faces, he didn't even care about his own inexperience. But he did realize that height difference that always taunted him. He stood on his toes to try and match Ludwig's height, making a pout as he did so.

Ludwig noticed Feli and sighed. He just couldn't look at him like that. He leaned in and gave him a small kiss, which Feli's lips happily accepted. They held the kiss a bit longer, ignoring that stares, smiles, and Antonio holding back Lovi.

Ludwig pulled away and blushed even more. "There, you got what you wanted." He began to trot back to his seat, Feli running after him.

"I want another one~!"