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Here's another section of Spiders! It's a Germany x Italy for CookieMonster Needs Rehab and Being of Frost. You guys are awesome :D

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"So, are we going to share this bed, Luddy?" the Italian asked, brightly as walked over to the bed closest to the door.

"Why would we share a bed?" the German asked. "There's one over there," he pointed out as he nodded sternly to the other bed near the window.

"Ve~that's where my pasta's going to sleep," the brunet explained as he walked over to the other bed and set his duffle bag on top of it.

"What? No, stop being ridiculous Feliciano, pasta doesn't need a bed."

"What? Why?" the brunet asked, his brown eyes growing to an impossibly sad size. "You don't like my pasta?" he continued, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"No, it's just-it'll get cold," he reasoned. "Then it wouldn't be very good."

"Oh, I guess you're right Luddy," he smiled, pulling out a bowl of spaghetti from his duffle bag and sat it on his bed. "I should eat it all now."

"You pack spaghetti in your carry-on?" Ludwig asked, not really surprised.

"Oh, I have fettuccini and lasagna too," he claimed as he rummaged through his bag before looking at his roommate. "Do you want some?"

"That doesn't seem very sanitary, Feliciano."

"It's delicious," the Italian explained. "And I thought I told you to call me Feli."

"I'd rather not."

"All my friends call me Feli," the brunet claimed. "Aren't we friends?" he asked, his big brown eyes staring up at the German as he finished up his dish.

"Ja," the blond sighed.

"Yay," the younger male cheered as he lunged at Ludwig, hugging him. "I'm so happy we're friends! No, we're best friends. The best kind of friends there are! The type of friends that hang out all the time and eat pasta, ve~. Or the kind that ride in Ferraris together! We should go for a drive Ludwig, just you and me, I'll drive. Ve~won't that be exciting? I love driving, the wind in your hair and all the people that wave while you race by! But where will we go? We should go to a restaurant! I'm thinking Italian. I could totally go for some pasta, ve~! What do you think Ludwig? Where do you want to go?" the Italian bounced excitedly.

"To bed," the German said quietly. Feliciano looked at Ludwig sadly, still with his arms wrapped around the blond.

"You don't want to go out with me, Luddy?" he asked, a little depressed.

"No, it's-"

"No? I thought we were best friends?" Feli asked, eyes shining as if they were about to cry. "Don't you like me?"

"Of course, I like you, what I meant was-"

"Oh good, I was scared for a second. Don't do that to me, Luddy," he scolded lightly. "I think I need some pasta to calm that from that, let's go," the brunet decided, letting go of Ludwig and heading towards the door.

"No, Feliciano, we can't go out, it's time for bed." The Italian looked out the window and noticed that it was pretty dark, but...

"It's never too late for pasta!" he smiled.

"We're not going out, now get ready for bed," the German ordered. The brunet looked saddened for a moment.

"Okay," he pouted. Ludwig sighed at the sad expression on his roommate's face. Even though Feliciano easily moved through his wide range of emotions, it still upset the blond to see his friend sad.

"Look," he sighed and the Italian looked up at him. "Maybe we can go out for pasta tomorrow, for dinner."

"Really?" smiled the brunnette. "Just the two of us?"

"Uh," the German stalled. His friend's eagerness kind of threw him off. "It doesn't have to be just us, I'm sure you have other friends that you'd want to come along."

"Sure," Feliciano nodded. "But I can go with them to dinner any time," he explained. "You know in the entire time we've been friends, I don't think we've ever gone to dinner with just the two of us. Or any meal, for that matter."

"Because it's just food," Ludwig claimed. "It doesn't matter if you're there with a brigade or a single stick. All that matters is getting fed."

"Well, yes," smiled Feliciano. "Food is very important, but I wouldn't say that's all that matters. What's the point of having great friends like you, if you can't enjoy a meal with them?"

"You think," the German began, a little hesitantly. "That I'm a great friend?"

"Of course!" the Italian cheered before lunging at his roommate and trapping him in a tight hug. "Ludwig, you're my best friend!"

"Can't you say that without attacking me?" the blond asked, trying to free himself but the brunet was holding on tight.

"I'm not attacking you," he laughed. "This is called a hug, silly."

"I know what it's called," Ludwig claimed, trying to remain rigid. "I just don't see the necessity of one, especially now!"

"Aw," smiled Feliciano. "There's never a bad time for a hug!"

"That doesn't sound entirely accurate to me," the German said sternly. The Italian pouted as he pulled away from his friend. "Okay," Ludwig said as he straightened himself out. "Thank you." The brunet nodded but didn't appear happy about it as he sat down on his bed, uncapped his bowl of spaghetti and started to eat. The German wanted to point out that he shouldn't eat so much pasta before bed but he realized that it would be a frivolous argument, so he returned to his stuff. As Ludwig unpacked, he pulled out the latest novel he was working on and was about to set it on the nightstand when he noticed something. He placed the book back in his suitcase and headed to the bathroom. Seconds later he was back out with a slightly wet towel.

"What are you doing?" asked Feliciano.

"This place is filthy," his roommate answered before he began to wipe down the nightstand.

"It looks pretty clean to me," the Italian admitted.

"Oh yea?" questioned the blond as he picked up the towel and showed it to the other guy. "Does this look clean to you?" Feliciano glanced over the white towel and noticed that the only thing that looked weird about it was that it was wet. Besides that, it seemed spotless.

"Um," he began, not really sure how to proceed. "Yes?"

"You know nothing," the blond claimed before he returned to wiping the night stand. "This whole room is filthy. I'm going to call housekeeping and ask them to bring up a vacuum so I can clean it."

"Wait," the Italian said. "So it's too late to go eat, but it isn't too late to work?"

"It's never too late to work," the German explained. "Work is what makes life worth living."

"That's how I feel about pasta," sighed the brunet.

"Yes," the German agreed curtly. "Sure. Now it's time to get ready for bed," he insisted. "Put your food away and go brush your teeth."

"Yes sir," laughed Felciano as he stood up right and saluted Ludwig as if he was in the military.

"Nice," the blond said sarcastically. "Now hurry up." The Italian put away his food and grabbed his toiletries from his duffle bag before disappearing into the bathroom. While he was alone, the German cleaned off the rest of the nightstand and then made sure his bed was made properly. After seeing that it wasn't, he removed the sheets and pulled out a fresh pair from his suitcase and started to arrange them on his bed.. When he finished, Feliciano was out of the bathroom and was preparing for bed. As Ludwig put on his pajamas, he heard his roommate squeal.

"Luddy! There's a spider on my bed!" the brunet exclaimed. Ludwig looked to the bed to see that there was indeed a tarantula crawling across the Italian's bed.

"I told you this place was filthy," the blond claimed.

"Can you do something about it," the brunet asked, still a little freaked out. "Please."

"Fine," the German shrugged, as he moved towards the creature. "I'll kill it."

"What? No!"

"You can't share a bed with a spider," Ludwig debated.

"I know but I can't let the poor spider die," Feliciano cooed. "Oh please, don't kill him." The blond stared at him for a moment before he sighed.

"Fine, do what you want. I'm going to bed," he asserted, climbing on to his sheets.

"But what am I going to do?"

"You can either kill the spider or sleep on the floor."

"What? Why can't I sleep with you?" the Italian asked brightly.

"No. Feliciano, you have to toughen up, either kill the damn spider or sleep on the ground."

"Okay," the brunet sighed softly. He grabbed a pillow from his bed that the spider wasn't using and put it on the ground next to Ludwig's bed. He then proceeded to lay down on the floor and try to get comfortable. Ludwig didn't want to watch his friend be outwitted by an arachnid so he moved to the far corner of his bed and put his head under the covers. After a couple of seconds, he couldn't hear anything. The German tried to lean over the bed to check on Feliciano but something under the covers was in his way. Ludwig quickly pulled up the sheets to see the Italian sleeping under them already in his boxers.

"What are you doing?" the German yelled, jumping out of bed.

"Five more minutes, fratello," Feli yawned, rolling over into a pillow and tugging on the covers.

"I am not your brother!" Ludwig barked. "Get out of my bed!"

"But it's so much more comfortable than the floor," the Italian whined still trying to get back to sleep.

"Doesn't matter!" the blond claimed. "We aren't sleeping in the same bed."

"Aw, but I sleep with Lovino all the time, it's no big deal."

"We're not sharing when both of us can have one to ourselves."

"But what about the spider?" questioned Feliciano. "Where will he sleep?"

"In hell," the German said cooly, rolling up the newspaper on the nightstand. He tightened the paper in his hand and was about to swat the arachnid out of existence when he felt something jump onto his back.

"No!" the brunet screamed from behind him.

"What are you doing?" Ludwig demanded, trying to shake the small Italian off his back but it was like Feliciano was holding on for dear life.

"Please don't kill it!" he pleaded.

"It's just a spider!" the blond growled.

"To us maybe," the brunet reasoned. "But what about his spider family. He might have a spider wife and spider kids waiting for him, we can't kill their papa."

"What?" demanded the German.

"Please," pleaded the Italian as he slid off his friends back and grabbed Ludwig's hand. "Don't kill the spider."

"Ugh, fine," Ludwig conceded. "I won't kill it."

"Yay," cheered Feliciano. "I knew you'd do the right thing."

"Sure, sure," the blond said as he crawled back into bed. In a few moments, the brunet got into bed from the otherside. "Woah," the German exclaimed, sitting up. "I didn't say you could sleep here."

"What?" asked the Italian, with his eyes getting wide. "You weren't serious about me sleeping on the floor, were you? Because I have a back condition," the brunet began to explain but the German was too tired.

"Fine, do whatever you want," he said, lying back down.

"Oh thank you, Luddy," Feliciano cooed.

"Yea, yea." They sat in silence for a couple of moments and the blond was about to fall asleep when he felt someone poke him.

"What now, Feliciano?" he groaned.

"Oh nothing," his friend admitted. "I just wanted to say that...that you're my best friend."

"Yes, you told me," the blond pointed out.

"Yes well," Feliciano paused. "Am I your best friend?" he asked. Ludwig sighed and glanced at the brunet lying next to him, who was staring back expectantly until the blond nodded.

"You're my best friend too," he replied.


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