There are dishes piled up from when Feliciano's friends came over to have dinner. Luciano stuck to the edges while they sat at the table, not really wanting to be involved. He snarked a little at Gilbert when asked questions but nowhere near as bad as when he first came to live with Feliciano. He washes them now with his sleeves rolled up while Feliciano puts away the food that's leftover.
"Thank you~" Feliciano coos to him when he comes over with the last of the dishes. Luciano shrugs and puts them in the dirty spot. Feliciano continues to clean up the table, humming happily to himself. Luciano can't help but peek over his shoulder every so often at him, the small smile on Feli's face making his heart sore. He jerks back to his task when Feliciano glances up at him.
After the first night of Feliciano asking to sleep with him it became a regular occurrence. Luciano didn't even bother to go to bed sometimes until Feliciano came knocking on his door to ask if they could sleep next to each other. He looks forward to it almost. He feels vaguely proud at being the one Feliciano goes to when he's scared or upset. He knows he could protect Feliciano more than anyone else could at least.
"Was dinner good?" Feliciano slides up next to him, blinking his far too innocent eyes hopefully. Luciano can barely look at him, not wanting to lose his grip on the dish in his hands.
"Yes, exceptional as always," The compliment rolls off his tongue easily and true. Feliciano giggles happily and hugs him from the side. Luciano tenses at the contact, only relaxing when Feliciano lets go. He watches as Feliciano disappears to go to his room. Luciano pushes down his feelings. They have been surfacing more and more and he doesn't really like them. He's been watching Feli more often, waiting to see him smile, to see what's going to happen next. Luciano has caught himself smiling mindlessly at something sweet Feliciano has done a few times now.
He feels comfortable with Feli, unjudged and not like anything is expected of him. He grips the utensils in his hands tight. There's no pressure being with Feli. He's barely felt the weight of his country since he's been here. It's just so simple.
"Feliciano," He calls out. He's not entirely sure what compels him to do so but he does. Feliciano appears from around the corner, smiling at him expectantly. Luciano keeps his eyes on the suds in front of him.
"I.." He starts. The words feel heavy, unused and unpracticed. He clenches his teeth and glares at nothing in particular.
"When I first came here, I was, very cruel to you," He manages to say. He turns his head away from Feliciano when he steps closer, not really wanting to see the look on his face. Not wanting Feli to see the look on his own face.
"I'm sorry," He mumbles out. He lets out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his lip. He gasps hard when lips are pressed to his cheek. He snaps his head back to Feliciano who is smiling up brightly to him.
"It's okay," Feliciano says to him. Luciano isn't sure how it's okay but he doesn't question it as Feliciano keeps talking.
"I know you were having troubles adjusting, and it must have been awful being taken from your home so, it's okay," Feliciano giggles happily and walks away from him and back to his room. Luciano stares at where he stood dumbstruck. He dries one of his hands off to touch his cheek where Feliciano kissed him. Never has he met someone so understanding and so willing to forgive. Feliciano probably forgave him a long time ago.
Luciano glares at the floor. He feels intensely guilty at the thought. Some small sick part of him doesn't feel like he deserves Feli's patience. He's been mean, unbelievably so, and yet, Feliciano still smiles for him. He grits his teeth and goes back to finishing washing the dishes. His mind keeps drifting to the feel of Feli's lips on his cheek. He doubts Feliciano means it in a way Luciano sort of wishes he did.
Allen is glaring at Alfred half heartedly, the other glaring back just as much as he puts another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. He's not really sure how they got in this position. He knows it started with him making fun of Alfred for his eating meat habits, then an entire head of lettuce exploded on the floor, and now they are in a stubborn staring contest while Alfred eats the vegan ice cream to make sure Allen has none left.
"You started it," Alfred mumbles out from around his spoon. Allen twists up his nose in annoyance but he really wants to laugh because Alfred looks unbelievably adorable all miffed. It's so childish and yet he crosses his arms indignantly.
"Someone has to clean this up," Alfred levels him with a pointed stare as if to tell Allen that he's the one to have to pick up all the lettuce. Allen scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"I wasn't the one who threw it," He counters.
"But you started it," Alfred retorts. Allen twists up his nose more. They go back to silence. The staring contest gives Allen time to take in all of Alfred's features and before he knows it he's not glaring as hard, simply just looking at the bright blue color of Alfred's eyes. He's daydreaming when Alfred looks away from him to look into the carton of ice cream. Allen picks himself up quickly and walks away, ignoring the raspberry Alfred blows at him.
Allen pushes himself into the hallway and to the wall, taking slow deep breaths. Just like their spat he's not sure when it started, but Alfred has been occupying all his thoughts. He takes great pride in making Alfred smile and even more when he can make those pretty little cheeks puff up in the most amazing blush. He finds himself watching Alfred when he gets the chance, just him doing random things around the house and yet it never fails to make Allen smile.
Alfred is practically sunshine in a nation, always smiling and he makes Allen feel special. Those thoughts are drowned out. He wraps his arms around himself. There's no way Alfred would look at him like some sort of magic the way Allen looks at him. Alfred thinking he's worth something? He scoffs at the idea. Allen isn't dumb enough to believe something like that would happen. He's not going to hold his breath for a day Alfred might think him something more than just an unfortunate accident.
He grits his teeth at the dark thoughts, tearing at his hair to try and tear them out instead. He knows he's got a small crush on Alfred, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. The feelings are a nuisance. He walks back to the kitchen in time to see Alfred drop to his knees and begin to pick up the lettuce. He joins him wordlessly.
They put the dirty lettuce in a corner to pick up later, the smaller pieces being all over. They end up next to each other on the kitchen floor. Allen glances at Alfred, not smiling, but not looking miffed either. He clenches his teeth tight.
"Thank you," He mutters. Alfred pauses to blink his too blue eyes at him. Allen moves to sit on his knees but keeps his head down.
"You know, for housing me, and stuff," He covers up his embarrassment as best he can. He flinches when a hand touches his face to hold it softly. He snaps his eyes to Alfred, holding his head still while his other hand runs through Allen's hair sweetly.
"As if you'd be a problem," Alfred says teasingly but so heart achingly kind. Allen doesn't know if he should laugh or cry. So he does neither. He pushes Alfred's hand away and rolls his eyes with a small smirk on his face. They pick up the rest of the lettuce in comfortable silence. Allen does his best to ignore the thoughts plaguing him. He doesn't want to be a problem for Alfred. That'd be the worst.