Junk Food.
SPAIN/GERMANY
AN/ D:;; This. Is just like junk food. You have too much, and you'll get fat and your teeth will fall out. Only it's the parallel occurrences in your brain. …Woot. 8D; I sorta like the end, but hate the beginning. D: The end, I think I went more into the style I wanted it to be in - less simple and crap and shiz. xD READIT.
There was a rustle of cloth, before a muffled crash reached him from the opposite side of the darkened room as Ludwig was jolted awake with a cough, blinking blearily as he struggled to think through the lingering fog in his mind. His hands were constricted, and his heart skipped in his chest as he quickly moved to release them, tugging harshly, before he found the source to be a bundle of coats. After a second of feeling around blindly, he affirmed the fact that yes, he was wrapped around them, and he gentled his movements; it wasn't his house, after all, thus he shouldn't damage others belongings. Blinking tiredly, he leaned back until he could slide his hands out easily, before resting back down with a sigh. The comfortable king-size bed he'd collapsed half-deliriously into an hour ago had turned out, indeed, to be Alfred's coat closet.
There was another crash, forcing Ludwig onto his feet as his body moved instinctively, perching on the edge of the mess he had made his nest. At the following hushed "mirda!" he opened his eyes, catching the shadowed outline of a man just before it ran into his sprawled leg, sending him jolting into awareness at the contact. He heard the phrase 'aah, mirda!' repeated again before Ludwig felt the hands on his leg, pawing at his body blearily until they could feel his face, tracing the lines of his jaw and cheekbone lightly.
"Luh-ludwig? Loovig? Lo siento, lo siento…"
The words trailed off into silence as, after a minute, the hands left his skin, a small hiccough filling the space between them as the man moved with another rustle of cloth to sit on his ankles, and Ludwig eyes adjusted just enough to recognise the lazy curls as they tilted with the cocked angle of the Spaniard's head. Brow furrowing lightly as Ludwig tried to bring his mind back into focus, he finally found his words, managing to cough out a quiet: "Antonio?"
The silhouetted curls bounced lightly in response as the opposing man nodded. "Si – and you are Ludwig- loovig, correct?"
Ludwig felt the hands on his knees as the leaned back towards him, squinting through the darkened room to see his features more clearly; the shadow seemed to sway in the lingering thumps of the debauched base, although he was out of time to the music. As hazed blue met dilated deep chestnut, the German inclined his head awkwardly in assent, nose wrinkling lightly as haphazard blonde strands brushed against the tip with the movement; the Spaniard was about as indisposed as he was when he'd first stumbled into this little room and collapsed on this mess of coats to sleep. Ludwig frowned with the realisation, causing the Spaniard to jolt a little with the abruptness of the action as he fought to keep track of the change of emotions across the other mans face.
"Damn it, Alfred – he must have spiked the drinks; as there was no way all of the attending nations of his annual Christmas party would be drunk in the first hour- otherwise."
The Spaniard formed a lopsided smile, returning the nod sloppily as he grinned and muttered a faint 'si, si, Alfred…' before a huff of air disturbed the air between them and the Spaniard leant back with a sigh, placing himself back on his ankles as he angled to get up again- before his grip slipped, and he was sent sprawling with a yelp face first onto the German's chest.
Ludwig jolted at the sudden weight, broken from his thoughts as he felt the air push out of him in a huff and a flurry of muffled curses as he managed to drag his focus back to the Spaniard, now between his legs, as his hands flurried in a whirl to manoeuvre the mans light frame off of the German. Ludwig managed a blink slowly in surprise as there was a final 'mirda' and he felt two warm hands smooth over his shoulders, before he could focus enough on the man as both the hands pressed down on his shoulders, working to lever himself up-
He barely had the time to acknowledge the man as he levered himself up, before his strength was giving out, and Ludwig had thrown his arms rapidly, managing to catch the falling Spaniard just before he crashed back onto his chest.
There was a minute of subdued panting as they both fought to focus to find their bearings, Ludwig's arms loosening from his tight grip around Antonio, before the Spaniard gave a tired, muffled laugh, patting Ludwig's chest weakly.
"Grash- Gracias, amigo- you, you wouldn't mind if I just slept here, would you, Loovig?" The German shook his head mutedly, unable to do anything else as his mind, not knowing what else to do, shut down, his eyes shutting once more soon after. The Spaniard managed another lopsided smile, eyes shutting gratefully as well as he whispered his last words on a sigh. "Gracias, amigo."