For a house in the afterlife, even for one in Hell, Feliciano thought it was rather small. It was cosy, but to him, it was more like a cabin. He had always lived in bigger houses for most of his life. His grandfather had been rich and shared the wealth with his family. He had particularly spoiled Feliciano and his brother. So for Feliciano, this house was very different.

"I'm ashamed of this last room," Ludwig said as they reached the last door in the house. "It's supposed to be a spare room, but it's just been collecting clutter. I've tried cleaning it, but I can never get around to it. So, cleaning this room will be the first thing you do, since you'll be sleeping in here." He opened the door and cringed when he saw the mess. Piles of paper and clothes crowded the room, and that was just what was first seen.

"It's not that bad," Feliciano said, moving past Ludwig and going into the room. Or, he at least tried to get into the room. There wasn't much space for anyone in there without stepping on something. Feliciano had to fold his wings tight against his back to keep them from knocking something over. He got about as far as he could, which was only a few feet, and turned to look at Ludwig with a smile. "If my grandfather hadn't hired people to clean for us, I'm sure all of our houses would have looked like this."

"Your houses?" Ludwig asked in disbelief. Then he mumbled to himself, "Of course you would have been rich when you were alive."

Feliciano blinked, a little stunned then smiled and shook his head with a small laugh. "No, my grandfather was rich. He just spoiled us a lot, me and my brother." He walked out of the room again, so he could have some more space, and looked up at Ludwig, still smiling. "I don't think I could have gotten rich on my own. I didn't really do a lot to get money. I just ran a little bakery with my brother that our grandfather basically kept from going bankrupt."

"You didn't get a lot of business?" Ludwig asked. He just assumed that Feliciano was at least a decent cook and baker.

Feliciano shook his head but was still smiling. "No, we didn't. Well, that and we ended up making a lot of things for people that couldn't afford a lot of things and we'd just give them food. Lovino always acted angry about it, but I know he liked helping them."

Ludwig nodded figuring that would have been at least part of the reason why Feliciano was an angel now. "I guess it paid off." He said it a bit crossly without meaning to. "Well, you should get started on the room if you want somewhere to sleep later. Most of these things can just be thrown out. The clothes are too small for me, but they may fit you so I supposed you can have them. You can start moving things around and I'll go get something for you to throw the trash in."

Feliciano watched Ludwig leave off to get some trash bags or something before he turned to go into the room again. He didn't know why it was only this room that was so messy. The rest of the house seemed to be spotless. If Ludwig hadn't shown him this room he would have assumed it was just as clean as everything else. He wasn't sure if he would be able to get this as clean as Ludwig wanted. He was sure it would be fine, so he started to get cleaning. Feliciano looked through everything and started making piles of what was clothes, what was obviously trash, and what he thought may be important to keep. He didn't realize when it was that Ludwig brought the trash bags in, but he turned to the doorway to see if he had, they were already there.

Feliciano wasn't sure how long he worked on cleaning, but by the time he deemed he was finished for the time, he had a path leading to the bed and enough of the bed was cleared off that he would be able to sleep on it. He was exhausted; he couldn't remember the last time he had cleaned this much and he still had more to do. He looked at the walls to see if there was a clock to give him at least a sense of what time it was. It wouldn't do any good to look out the windows since every time he had looked out ones before everything just looked dark and gloomy. He supposed that was just how it was in Hell.

"Ludwig?" he called as he left the room. "Ludwig, where are you? I don't know what time it is." He walked out to the living room, but the other wasn't in there. "I guess I can make something to eat," Feliciano told himself, walking into the kitchen. He hadn't been shown what kind of food was in the kitchen, but he had been told that there was food and that he would be expected to make dinner at the very least. Feliciano started looking through the pantries and the refrigerator to find something to make. He couldn't believe that there wasn't any pasta. He hoped that he just couldn't find it. Eventually, though, he did find something he could make. It was simple, but it would be good enough for him as a snack. He was in the middle of cooking when he heard someone clear their throat. He turned around and smiled seeing it was Ludwig. He was in shorts and a tee-shirt and his hair wasn't slicked back like it had been before. "Hi," Feliciano greeted cheerfully.

"Feliciano, what are you doing? Don't you know what time it is?" Ludwig asked tiredly.

Feliciano shook his head. "I don't. I tried looking for a clock but I couldn't find one and then I wanted to look for you but I couldn't find you so I came in here to make some food."

"Well, it's the middle of the night. Finish that up and get to bed. You'll need to wake up early in the morning." He then left to go back to bed. Or that was what Feliciano assumed.

"The middle of the night," the angel muttered to himself as he continued cooking. "I think I'll need to get a watch or something."