"Other than to threaten me," Ludwig started, "what is the bucket for?"
"What do you think it's for? To stuff all of that pasta in!" Lovino retorted. He held up the bucket at Ludwig before sitting it down on the table.
Feliciano opened the box of tissues and quietly blew his nose, causing Ludwig to assume that he had been crying. He promptly let his head fall to the table, wrapping his arms around it.
"Avviare!" Lovino shouted, breaking the silence. "I'm gonna get started upstairs. Potato bastard! You can clean up all of the pasta sauce. There may be blood in it but you won't be able to tell so don't worry!" he stood up and grabbed the bucket again. He walked in the direction of the staircase. "Paper towels are over there. There's a lot so you'll get stressed." And with that, he head up the flight of stairs, avoiding the string of pasta that went up next to him.
Ludwig looked down at the embarassed Feliciano for a minute. He sighed and reached for the roll of paper towels that sat near the sink. However, he caught sight of a small coffee maker-like one seen in hotels. Looking back at Feliciano, he opened and poured a packet of coffee inside. Adding water, Ludwig flipped the switch on and the coffee maker began doing its job. Ludwig already knew where Feliciano's coffee mug was, and sat it next to the coffee maker in preperation. He held the roll of paper towels under his arm and watched the thin stream of coffee pour itself into Feliciano's mug. He added a little sugar and cream, stirring it in as the coffee poured into the mug.
"What the hell are you doing, you fruity bastardo?!" Lovino shouted from the top of the staircase. He held the bucket in his left hand, and they way he held it made Ludwig assume that it was heavier.
Taking the cup of coffee from the coffee maker, Ludwig placed it next to Feliciano. He moved the roll of paper towels from under his arm to his right hand and pulled one off of the roll.
"Where would you like for me to start?" Ludwig asked. Sassy.
