I crawled up in Ludwig's lap, almost like a cat begging for attention. What was he reading? Was it a book about war? He would often read book about wars, and I don't like that because I am scared of wars, and I know I'm not good at fighting so I end up losing. And also I think everyone should just be friends, which would be so much easier, right?

"Ludwig?"

He turned to me again looking almost a bit frustrated.

"Ja, what is it?"

I smiled at him and tilted my head, trying to look cute.

"Can we do something else than reading? I am hungry. Can I make pasta? Si, I can make pasta and you can help me, right?"

It sounded like a great idea, at least in my head. Ludwig doesn't like making pasta, but he likes eating it. Ludwig doesn't like when I make a mess, so he always helps me in the kitchen and he cleans up after me. My boyfriend looked at me and smiled; his hand reached towards me and patted my head.

"Let's make some dinner."

He put away his book, which I know noticed the title of; How to be a better partner, German version. I giggled silently to myself, so that was the reason he didn't want me to know what he was reading. He's so cute sometimes, almost like a teen, that big muscular man is actually quite soft and unsure on the inside, at least when it comes to love.

"Whee!"

I jumped out of the couch and ran into the kitchen, grabbing the pasta and the casserole. I also found the olive oil and salt, and started to make things ready. Ludwig sat down on a chair and looked at me, almost like he wanted to say something but not sure how to tell me.

"Ludwig? What are you thinking about? Vee—"

I was waiting for the water to start boiling, and I had some time to talk to him without burning something.

"Thinking… oh, nein. It was nothing."

Ludwig was, blushing? Aw, what was he thinking about? This started to get me really curious. Maybe he wanted to ask me something personal, maybe something about my past. Ludwig says he doesn't remember his childhood, so he thinks it is interesting to listen to me tell stories about Hungary and Austria.

"Oh come on! You can tell me Lud!"

I grabbed his hand and smiled happily, he had to tell me now, right?

"I just… I just wondered if you wanted to go out with me tomorrow!"

He blurted out, not looking into my face at all. Going out with Ludwig? Of course I wanted to!

"Si! Where?"

I asked, but just as the words slipped from my mouth the water started boiling and I had to run into the kitchen again. It was probably better for Germany to get some distance. He can be very close to me and still have no problem talking, but when it comes to asking me out or personal questions he gets very shy.

"We could watch a movie maybe, if you want to."

I heard him say, and I nodded. A movie sounded great, and there was a new movie I would really want to see too! Ludwig doesn't watch many movies, so he usually says that whatever I want to see is fine, he prefers reading the book anyway.

"Si! It's wonderful!"

I smiled to myself, looking down into the boiling water. It's been a long time since me and Ludwig last went out together. It would be refreshing. It wasn't like I didn't love him as much anymore, more like the opposite, but sometimes one just start to act a bit different when ones been together for a while, right? It's like that with everyone I think, I hope.
I finished the pasta and made a Carbonara sauce to go with the pasta. Ludwig helped me getting the table ready with plates and glasses. We have the plates on the highest place in the kitchen cabinet, and I'm just some centimeters too low to reach them.

"La cena è servita."

I said as the dinner was served, and sat down together with Ludwig. I happily started eating the pasta, closing my eyes and enjoying the delicious taste. Pasta is the best thing in the world, almost as good as sex. No, I'm kidding now, it's not that good. Maybe it's at the same scale as kittens and puppies. Yeah, more like that.

"Do you like it Ludwig, is it good?"

I asked, and really hoped he would like it. If I made food and people don't like it I get so sad. I spent so much time and love on that food, so when they don't like it, it's almost personal to me. Yeah, I know it's a bit stupid, but I'm Italian, right? You can forgive me for being passionate about food?

"Ja, it's very good Feliciano."

He stroked my hand, and it sent shivers up my arm, making my cheeks red with love and passion for the blonde man. Why must he be such a wonderful creature? Every time I lay my eyes on him I'm filled with a warm feeling inside. That's what they call love, right? Francis said that when it tickles in my fingers, and I'm all warm and fuzzy inside, it's love. I think Francis was right, even if I was much younger those days. I learnt a lot from him, and since I don't know my parents and Grandpa was busy a lot of the time, he's like a big brother to me. Of course I have Romano, and he's my real brother. But somehow it doesn't feel that way, he's always so angry at me, and I don't know what to do anymore.

"Feli… What's wrong? You suddenly became so silent."

Ludwig stroked my hand again, honestly worried about me. I usually talk a lot, so when I'm silent he knows something is wrong.

"I, I was thinking about Romano, and that he doesn't like me. And I don't know what to do, because he doesn't want to be my friend anymore and that makes me sad."

I felt his grip around my hand tighten, and his thumb stroking me in a comforting way.

"Feli, don't think that. Your brother loves you, just… just as much as I love you. He just has problems showing it… ja."

I had to smile again, Ludwig comforting me, and not realizing what he just said. I know my brother loves me, and I know Ludwig does too.

"Ludwig."

I bent over the table and kissed his lips.

"I love you too."