Feliciano and I have been hanging out with each other every day for the past 2 weeks. It's honestly been great. I've never been happier. We go to the park, went out to eat and yesterday we even went to the book store. Feliciano doesn't read very often. He went to the bookstore with me to make me happy and to be with me. Well maybe he also went for the coffee but he could get coffee anywhere. So I've decided to take a chance. I'm gonna get him to teach me how to make pasta and make him dinner. Maybe I'll even make him a cake. He likes sweets too, but I want to make him happy more than anything. But there's a bigger reason I want to do all this for Feliciano. I want to ask him to be my boyfriend. And honestly I'm petrified. I don't want him to say no.
"Ludwig!~ You called?" Feliciano yelled as he barged through my door. He doesn't answer phone calls when I do call him, he just runs to my place and asks what I wanted in person. I honestly expected him to come over, that's why I called. I wanted to ask him in person.
"Do you ever knock?" I sighed.
"Hello Feli!~ Nice to see you dear~" Francis called from his bedroom. He was "writing a symphony" or so he said, he was probably just goofing off as usual though.
"Hello Francis~" He replied cheerily. "So you called Ludwig?"
I started to sweat. I'm so nervous. "I-I was wondering if you wanted to...h-help me learn how to make pasta…"
"VEEEE~ Of course I will we can go to the store right now and get the ingredients put on your shoes come on let's goooo~" He shrieked.
He continued babbling and pulling on my arm the whole way to the store. I decided on the way that I'd make tiramisu for him. He's said once that his favorite dessert is tiramisu because it reminds him of home, so I think he deserves it.
I sent Francis to the grocery store as well to pick up the perfect ingredients (since he's also an avid cook and has made it before) so it could be a surprise for Feliciano. I'll have to make it early and keep Italy occupied while I make it with Francis, I might just ask Gilbert to borrow Gilbird for like an hour to keep him occupied. He's pretty easily occupied so it shouldn't take much.
He dragged me through the store grabbing random things and babbling about the one time he climbed a tree and got stuck for hours and when his brother found him, he laughed at him. He asked if I'd leave him in a tree which is obviously a no but he still wanted me to tell him that myself.
We were checking out and I realized he had woven his fingers through mine. I blushed fiercely. Does he really like me that much? Just thinking that he likes me that much makes me smile like an idiot. I paid and we each grabbed a bag without letting go of the others' hand. Francis had somehow made it home before us (maybe because he didn't have someone whining about not being able to get a snack) but he'd already printed the recipe and picked up Gilbird (and an unplanned Kumajirou) for me. He's a great friend.
"Hey Feliciano, can you do something for me?" I queried.
"Of course Ludwig, what is it?"
"Gilbert left Gilbird and Kumajirou with me for a little while, can you play with them until I need to return them?"
"Ve~ Of course~"
Well that's a relief. I don't really want to know why they both dropped them off, but I can't focus on that right now. I have to make sure that this tiramisu is perfect for him. It's from his home country and I'm sure he's had it a million different times made a million different ways but I want this to be better than any piece he's ever tasted.
Francis and I worked in perfect harmony to finish the tiramisu without saying a word. Feliciano ended up falling asleep on the floor so i picked him up and put him on the couch and I grabbed my glasses and a book and sat next to him. He ended up putting his head in my lap and I read in an hour of pure bliss. It's getting kinda late so I have to wake him up. I marked my page and set my book down and shook him lightly.
"Feliciano. It's time to get up." I cooed. I tried to be as gentle as possible so he wouldn't be upset when he got up.
He yawned and opened his eyes. "Good morning Ludwig~" he said sleepily.
Hot damn his sleepy voice is sexy.
"Hey it's time to make pasta."
He sprung into action. "I almost forgot we were gonna make pasta I'm so sorry Ludwig I fell asleep I'm sorr-"
I cut him off. "It's okay. You don't need to apologize."
"Oh I have to call someone" Italy pulled out his phone. His screensaver was a picture France had taken of us.
"Hallo Romano~... That's mean...Oh yeah I'm calling you because I need you to bring over the pasta sauce we made the other day...Because I'm making pasta with Ludwig... Okay I'm sure he'd be happy to meet you...Bye~" He hung up the phone and skipped over to me. "Lovino wants to meet you so he'll be about 5 minutes ~"
"Who's Romano?" I questioned. He's only mentioned him once before.
"Oh he's my brother~ He's also my roommate, and we made special sauce the other day and I forgot to go grab it so he'll bring it."
"Uh is he staying for dinner... Because I just wanted it to be you and I..."
He hugged me. "That's so sweet Ludwig~ But no he won't stay long, I think he has a date tonight."
I sighed in relief. "Who's he going on a date with?"
"A professor here. I think he's the foods professor. His name is Antonio. But whatever, thanks for making this dinner for me.~"
"No prob-" I got cut off as Francis dragged me into his room.
"What do you want?" I questioned, still a bit shocked.
"Did you get wine?" He asked.
"Why?"
"Do you even know anything?! Italians love wine."
"Damn I forgot..."
"You're so lucky you have me around. I grabbed 2 bottles of his favorite wine while at the store today because I knew you'd forget. It's in the cabinet. Romano told me the other day when I was at his place. He thought it might come in handy for you."
I really owe Francis for this one. "Thanks, I appreciate it."
When I came back out Feliciano was already talking to someone who looked a bit like him. He has dark hair and a curl at the center of his hairline. He has an olive complexion and is a bit shorter than Feliciano. I guess that's Romano. He looks pissed though. Like the opposite of Feliciano in attitude. As I entered the kitchen he looked past Feliciano and glared at me. I swear he was trying to set me on fire with his gaze.
"Is that him? He's not as impressive as you described him." Romano scoffed.
"Well sorry to disappoint you." I replied with my back to him. He really isn't like I imagined him at all.
"Wait?! You're German! I should've known that you were a bastard!"
"Fratello that's not very nice!"
"Whatever I have to go anyways. Tell Francis I said hi. Later bastards." He scoffed as he walked out the door. I already don't like him. Not because he called me a bastard, but because Feliciano thinks so highly of him but Romano still calls him a bastard. But I can't be pissed, I have more important things to worry about right now.
"Okay Ludwig I'll boil the water~" He said as he was bent over looking for a pot.
Hot damn he looks good. His jeans always fit him perfectly.
"Ah~ Ludwig! I got sauce all over my shirt..." He squealed. I looked over and he was already taking his shirt off.
HOT DAMN. He's not built like me, but he's skinny (how does a guy who lives on carbs and wine stay that skinny?) and his skin looks so soft. The top of his Italian flag briefs were sticking out of his jeans. He's gorgeous.
He turned to face me and I blushed fiercely. He was blushing too.
"Uhm... Ludwig? Can I borrow one of your shirts...?" He asked shyly, snapping me out of my little trance.
"Oh yeah, come on into my room and I'll get you something." To be honest I don't think I have anything that'll fit him, but I might as well look, if not I can check with Francis.
I opened the door for him as he entered my room. I don't really have much in there to be honest. My full size bed has a black comforter and red sheets on it. There's a wooden desk with a black lamp on it next to my laptop. There's a wooden bookshelf in the corner filled with books next to my dresser. But the centerpiece of my room is the German flag hanging on my yellow wall above my bed. It looks really nice up on the wall. I decorated my room myself and it's extremely clean so I'm proud of my room.
He jumped on my bed. "Wow Ludwig your room is so nice~"
I started digging through my dresser. "Thanks."
I was looking for a tank top that I have that suits him perfectly. Ah, there it is. It's red and has The Flash symbol on it. "Hey Feliciano I found a shirt for you"
"Yay~ thank you~" He replied cheerily as he took the shirt and put it on.
HOT DAMN. HE LOOKS AMAZING IN MY SHIRT. Okay Ludwig, hold yourself together, he's not even your boyfriend. Yet.
"You look really good Feliciano" I said, blushing fiercely.
"Thanks Ludwig~" he responded with a slight blush dusted on his face. "The water should be boiling by now~"
We finished making the pasta and set it on the table. I grabbed the wine from the cupboard and poured it. I'm not a wine guy but I'll drink it if it makes him happy.
He sipped the wine and smiled. "Did Francis tell you that this is my favorite wine?"
"Uh yeah..."
"That's sweet Ludwig.~"
It honestly was amazing.
"Oof Ludwig that was delicious~ Thank you Ludwig~" He replied, sipping on his wine.
"Um... I made something else for you..."
"Really?! I'd love some!~"
That's a relief. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the tiramisu out of the fridge and put it on my best plates. I walked back over with it and set it in front of him.
"LUDWIG. IS THIS TIRAMISU?!" He squealed.
"Uh... Yeah... Do you not like it...?" I asked nervously. This could've been a massive mistake.
"Tiramisu is my favorite dessert of all time. It's from my home country, and I used to eat it a lot as a kid, I haven't had it for years. Thanks for making it for me."
That's a relief. "I've never made it before so I don't know if it's right or not..." I replied nervously.
"It looks perfect." I held my breath as he took a bite. Tears started streaming down his face. This isn't good.
"Is it that bad...?" I started to sweat.
His lips curled into a smile. "This is the best tiramisu I've ever eaten Ludwig."
I smiled as he scarfed down his dessert. This is my chance.
"Feliciano I have a question for you..."
He looked up curiously. I took that as my sign to continue.
"U-Um...will you um...be my b-boyfriend..." My face turned a bright shade of red.
Before I could even react, his soft lips were pressed against mine. He tasted sweet, and his lips were soft and smooth. I could melt into this kiss. I've kissed people before, but none of them ever felt like this. The kiss only lasted a second, but it felt like forever.
"Yes."
