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Ludwig awoke with a headache. It's was one of those headaches that gnaw at your skull and make your stomach burn and feel like you could pass out any minute. So basically he was hungry. He had gone to bed as soon as he got home with Feliciano from shopping, only intending to lie down on the couch, but fell asleep as soon as he hit the warm, cushiony feel…which felt a bit warmer than it was supposed to.

He glanced down and saw Feliciano snuggled up close to his chest, with his arms protectively wrapped around the small Italian. He noticed a blanket wrapped around the two, which Gilbert and put over them when he felt the big-brotherly instincts overcome him.

Ludwig glanced over at the clock and saw that it was only eight in the morning. Just ten more hours until the dreaded party Feliciano was dragging him to.

Carefully and quietly, Ludwig unwrapped himself from Feliciano and somehow managed to get off of the couch. After stretching, he wandered into the kitchen and looked for something to eat. He found a pot of pasta sitting on the stove, most likely from last night and most likely cold. He searched through his refrigerator and found nothing but half a pint of coffee cream, old wurst, and beer. He seriously needed to go shopping again…

Sighing rather dramatically, Ludwig scooped up a pile of pasta and set it on his plate, not caring if it was cold. He was hungry, and when he's hungry, he'd eat anything.

He ate half of his food, but couldn't eat the rest. He started feeling nauseous at the thought of eating when in just ten hours he'd have to spend his night with a bunch of people he didn't like or didn't know. He sighed and set his fork down, resting his head in his hands.

"Ve? Was the pasta not any good? I'm sorry, but then again it was left out over night, and pasta only tastes good when it's fresh," a familiar voice called.

Ludwig looked up and saw Feliciano standing in the doorway of the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Feliciano, what are you doing up at this time? Isn't it too early for you to be up?"

"Well, the couch felt cold, and then I felt cold, so I woke up and you weren't there anymore. And then I got worried and wondered if you like, got kidnapped or something so I got up and went to look around and here you are and Ludwig please don't ever get kidnapped!" Feliciano cried. He ran into Ludwig's lap and buried his face into Ludwig's chest.

Ludwig sighed and rubbed circles into Feliciano's back. He had dealt with this same situation a couple of times. "Feli, if anyone ever tried to kidnap me, do you really think they'd be able to take me on?"

"N-No…"

"Then why would you worry about me leaving you?"

The question wasn't answered. Feli just buried his face closer into the large German's chest and tightened his grip on him. The two stayed in that position until Feli's stomach growled, causing said Italian to laugh and Ludwig smile.

"Luddy, Luddy! You should smile more! You look so handsome! Bello, bello!" Feliciano laughed. Ludwig blushed dark red but smiled nevertheless.

Maybe if you just keep up the smile the day won't be so bad.

12:00 P.M

"Vee, Luddy, I'm huuuuungry!" Feliciano pouted. He stretched out on the couch he and Ludwig were sharing, laying his head on Ludwig's lap. Ludwig stroked the Italian's hair, avoiding the curl easily.

Ludwig sighed. "I think we already established that the first time you said it. If you're hungry make yourself some food."

"Nooooo, we promised to make food for the party remember?"

Ludwig raised an eyebrow. 'We' promised?

"Oooh! I know! I need a distraction! Ludwig, what should I do to distract myself?" He propped himself up on his elbows, his face dangerously close to Ludwig's. Ludwig could've sworn the last part sounded a bit more seductive than innocent.

Ludwig cleared his throat, already feeling heat rise to his cheeks. He could barely even speak. "W-Well for one…" His voice barely came out as a whisper.

The two leaned in. Closer, closer… Almost there… And then…

Right then, Feliciano's phone started ringing a very loud and annoying tune. The two men jumped apart and frowned slightly, but Feliciano beamed once he saw the caller I.D.

"Ve! It's Micah! Ciao, ciao!" Feliciano excitedly said once he answered the phone. He happily skipped away like nothing happened and his laughter was heard ringing around the house.

Ludwig was left sitting alone on the couch, dazed at what almost happened and cursing himself that he didn't lean in faster. Of course, he didn't know Feliciano himself was very upset, listing a string of Italian curse words in his head.

3:00 P.M

Ludwig was bored. That's all there was to it. After Feliciano's talk with Micah, the two sat watching TV with an awkward atmosphere hanging around. Feliciano for once sensed the mood and decided to go home and get ready.

So here he was now, sitting on his bed staring down the shirt he and Feliciano had bought the other night. Gosh, the thought of the small Italian gave Ludwig's stomach butterflies.

"Yo, West! Gimmie somethin' to wear for the party!" Gilbert's voice shouted from the other side of the door.

"Nein, bruder, get your own clothes!" Ludwig shouted.

"Tsk, fine, no need to yell," the self-proclaimed Prussian grumbled. Ludwig sighed and lay back on his bed. He was thinking of ways to pass the time.

Perhaps a shower would help?

6:30 P.M

"Verdammit bruder I swear if you're not out of that damn room in five seconds I swear to Gott I will either bust down that door and drag you out or just leave without you! The party started thirty minutes ago!" Ludwig shouted. He could feel a vein throbbing in his forehead.

Almost immediately Gilbert busted out of his bedroom door with his bird following behind him. "Mein Gott bruder, why would you even consider leaving behind your awesome Älterer bruder?"

Ludwig growled and shot him a look that meant he was having none of Gilbert's crap tonight. Gilbert immediately shut up and avoided his little brother's gaze. The two headed towards the car where Feliciano was waiting patiently in the front seat, his older brother angrily glaring at the overly affectionate Spainiard next to him, with a horny Frenchman in the backseat trying to dodge an angry Hungarian's frying pan.

The car ride would probably be more 'fun' than the party.

7:00 P.M

"Ve, Ludwig, Ludwig, look, look! Doesn't the party look fun?" Feliciano happily chirped as he stepped out of the car with everyone else. Lights were streaming from outside the windows of the huge house, and music could be heard blasting from the inside. Already Ludwig had a headache.

"Ja, ja, let's just get this over with…" Ludwig mumbled. Feliciano attached himself to Ludwig's arm, gaining disapproving glares from Lovino.

As the whole crew walked inside, no one acknowledged their presence.

"Tsk, some party. No one bothers to acknowledge my awesome presence. Alright Lizzy, let's go off and 'explore' of you know what I mean! Kesesese…" Gilbert laughed as he dragged Elizabeta away to some random place.

"Oh? Exploring? That sounds fun! Come, mi tomate, let's explore the house too!" Antonio laughed innocently as he dragged an angry Italian by the hand.

And Francis? No one was sure where the hell he went, but everyone figured he just went off on his own to 'spread the love' as he like to call it. That left an awkward German and bubbly Italian left.

"Ve, Luddy, let's go look around the house too!" Feliciano smiled as he grabbed Ludwig by the hand and dragged him in a random direction. Ludwig noted how there were so many people taking pictures and immediately going on their phones afterwards.

Probably to Facebook their pictures… Ludwig thought and rolled his eyes. Feliciano happily dragged the tall German around everywhere. They came across various bedrooms, with very neat set ups. There were also a couple of rooms that were 'occupied', but the duo walked in on people that didn't even notice their door was opened.

As for the last room on the first floor, it was locked. The two assumed it was a couple that was smart enough to lock their doors before doing the nasty.

Throughout the whole 'exploration', Ludwig couldn't help but ask himself where the hosts of this party were supposed to be.

"Ha, well, looks like you guys finally showed up," a familiar feminine voice spoke up.

Well speak of the devil.

As Ludwig turned around, he could only think one thing: Time to take the bull by the horns.

A/N:

Yo guys! What's up? :D I apologize for the late update, I DO have a valid excuse however! School started. Yay me.. -.-'

Ehh, whatever. I figured that I could fit the whole party scene into one chapter, but I have limited time while writing this so… Yeah ^^"

Oh, y'know when Gil said "Alright Lizzy, let's go off and 'explore' of you know what I mean!" I heard my dad say that to my mom one time. Damn, my dad's actually pretty perverted. I guess that's where I get it from.

Well, whatever. I suppose I might update the next chapter soon if I'm not occupied!

Thank you all oh so very much for reading this! Thank you for all the favs and follows. But to all you who review, y'all deserve a big plate of pasta!

Well, Hasta la Pasta~! :D