"Ludwig?" Mr. Vargas sang, washing the paint from his hands in the faucet.

The German grunted in response, staring once again at the familiar blank canvas in front of him.

Feliciano turned off the water and was now drying his hands "Why haven't you joined my club yet?"

Oh he'd heard this question before, he knew the answer.

"Sir...art isn't my thing. Besides...your lucky enough I came to one of your lessons for once."

"You say that! But that doesn't make any sense! People draw to get better." He pouted, hands on his hips. "Or is that you hate me?" He moved to the window and opened the blinds to a clear sky, "After all those love letters I found in your locker..."

"What-" Ludwig's cheeks began to heat up as his professor laughed.

"I'm kidding!" He was still giggling when he arrived at his student's side, quickly plucking a brush from a nearby cup. "Luddy...did you draw as a child? Of course you did, everyone has at least once."

The other shook his head in response as his teacher leaned down, head close to his neck.

"Remember what I told you that first day? Art is our way of emotion. Take your brush." The older man proceeded to gently place a brush in Ludwig's hand. "How do you feel right now?" he could feel the Italians breath on his neck as his volume lowered. "What are you thinking? Are you thinking about me?" He literally breathed the words into the others ear. "I love you Ludwig."

The words dripped with honey, and Ludwig couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed Feliciano's hand and quickly closed the gap between them. He had waited for this moment for so long, now that it was here, he couldn't hold back.

Because of the surprise, his teachers mouth had still been open, allowing Ludwig to easily begin to explore the others mouth.

"D-doesn't look like you're in the mood for painting anyway." The professor said between light gasps as the other pulled away.

"Don't give me that, you tempted me sir."

"How many times do I have to say, call me Felic-" He was cut off sharply as the other crashed their lips again.

Feliciano soon found himself pinned on the cleared art table, in a dance of easily lost dominance with Ludwig, who started to search the others body. The Germans hands began to rise beneath the others shirt, before he was pushed off and away by said person.

"No! No doing naughty things." he said, getting off the table and stepping closer to Ludwig. "The headmaster is coming by in 30 minutes to collect my class reports."

"Bruder?" Ludwig asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. So...why don't you just drop by for another lesson tomorrow?" The Italian winked and he felt his face once again turn red. He frowned as the other stepped back. "Go on now Luddy, lessons over."

The German nodded and proceeded to exit the room. Curse his brother for choosing the worst of times.

~A/N~

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