For the rest of the day, Feliciano worked on cleaning the room. There was a path to the bed again, wider than it had been yesterday. The wall the door was on was lined with piles of different things. Feliciano had stopped trying to organize it and had just started making piles at one point. Then those piles started to turn into kind of decorations for the room. The angel figured that if the room couldn't be cleaned, he could do his best to make what was in there already work to his advantage. He was working on arranging some of the things into animals when he heard the door open again. He didn't know if it was Ludwig coming home or Gilbert leaving. He went over to the doorway, peeking out and listening. Luckily for him, there was talking, or, rather, yelling that he could hear. However, it was in German so he couldn't understand it. A door slammed and he heard footsteps coming. So he wouldn't get in trouble, Feliciano darted back into the room and kept working on what he was doing.
"Feliciano?" Ludwig asked, appearing in the doorway. The jacket he had been wearing was off and held over his arm. "Did you let Gilbert in here after I told you not to?"
"He came in himself!" Feliciano said, turning to look at Ludwig. "He has a key or something! And I thought it was you, but it wasn't and then he said we should watch a movie and I don't know what it was, but it was really scary and then he said it was really happening, or had really happened and that only made it worse! So I came back to clean in here because you told me to, but everything was back just how it had been yesterday and Gilbert said that it couldn't get cleaned because the things just keep coming back, but I tried my best to clean it and then I thought if it isn't going to get cleaned, then why bother cleaning it so I started to try and pile the things up but then that got boring and then I was going to start and try to make art out of it." He hardly took a breath the entire time he spoke, so he took a deep breath and was going to keep talking when Ludwig held up a hand to stop him.
"I forgot this was the room," Ludwig groaned. "Everywhere else can be cleaned but this one just collects more clutter the more we try to clean it. I suppose you can't stay in there. Maybe you'll have to though. I only have my own room. There's Gilbert's room when he used to live here and when he imposes and stays the night, but you don't want to be in there, trust me."
Feliciano tilted his head when told he didn't want to go into Gilbert's room. He wanted to ask why, but something told him that he shouldn't. He was sure that it wouldn't be answered or he would be scared by the answer. "I could sleep in your room with you," he offered. "I don't take up much space. Oh! Didn't you want dinner when you got home? We can go make it!" He moved to leave the room, but Ludwig was still standing in the doorway.
"We don't make dinner, you make dinner," he said, moving out of the way for Feliciano to head to the kitchen. He followed the angel, dropping his jacket on the back of a chair in the living room as he went. "And I don't care how much space you take up. I just...I need to think about this." He sat down at the kitchen table, waving a hand when Feliciano asked him what he wanted him to make. "Just anything, I don't care." He pulled a notepad forward that he had been using and was still on the table. "You need to be more time-conscious, but I suppose it's not your fault this time. I only told you how long I would be gone instead of when I would get back." He said it a little harshly. He hadn't meant to, but he didn't regret it. He started to write down things he needed to do on the notepad, then turned to a clean page. "I'm going to make you a list of things for you to do while I'm not here, and I'm putting it on a schedule too. That way there's no confusion."
"There still may be some confusion, actually," Feliciano said, looking at Ludwig for a moment as he cooked. "I, uh, I died somewhere around 112 A.D. I can only read a little Latin and Italian, but it's not a lot and it won't help here." He laughed happily, turning to look at what he was doing again.
Ludwig was about to ask how Feliciano could just be so happy when he didn't know how to read, but he supposed if he had died in such an early year it wouldn't have been important. "You ran a bakery in 112?" he asked, remembering he had been told that.
Feliciano nodded. "Yeah. We made a bunch of bread for people. We lived in the city and not everyone would make their own bread there, so Lovino and I did. it was a modest living, but we liked it."
Ludwig shook his head with a sigh. "You're going to have to learn to read. I'll try to find someone that can help you with that." He wasn't sure if he would be able to and if he couldn't...he would have to do it himself. He knew Gilbert was almost always available, but he wasn't going to trust his brother with this.
"Oh, you're going to teach me to read?" Feliciano asked, looking back to the demon.
"No, I said I would find someone to teach you. I have a job here." He flipped back to his original list and started writing more down on it. He tried to think about if anyone owed him any favors that he could call in, but he didn't think so.
It was quiet for the rest of the time Feliciano was cooking, save for the angel's humming. Ludwig was going to tell him to stop, but it sounded nice and down in Hell, he didn't get much pleasantries like this. So, he let it be.
When Feliciano was done making dinner, he made two plates, setting one down in front of Ludwig and one down next to him in a clear spot for himself. "Do you have any wine?" he asked him. "I know exactly what to pair with this."
"We should have some in that cupboard there," Ludwig said, pointing to one. He noticed that Feliciano had just invited himself to sit with him at the table. He had dealt with a lot at work and came home to his brother in his house, so he let it be. This time.
Feliciano opened the cupboard, looking at what Ludwig had. There weren't many to choose from, but he picked on that would go with what he had made just as well. "Wine glasses?" he asked, but then he saw they were in the same cupboard above the wines. "Oh, they're here." They were too far up for him to reach, but by fluttering his wings a little, he was able to rise above the floor just enough to take two in his hand. He put the glasses down on the table and poured each of them a glass. He sat down again after setting the wine down on the table and started eating.
They didn't talk much during their meal, but Feliciano did notice that Ludwig kept looking at the notebook and would write something down in it occasionally. He couldn't take the quiet much longer, so he broke it and asked Ludwig, "What do you usually do when you get home? When your brother isn't here? You can't just make dinner and then go to sleep, right?"
Ludwig looked up when the other spoke, not expecting it. "If I work late enough I do," he told him. "I usually have some things to work on when I get back. I manage to keep myself busy with work. Something I doubt you've done." He didn't mean it in a bad way, really, but it was what came out. It just didn't seem to him like Feliciano was a hard worker.
Feliciano noticed that they were both done eating, so he stood up and got the plates, knowing it was probably what Ludwig wanted. He put them in the sink and was going to leave them there, but Ludwig pointed to them and told him to wash them, so he turned back around and started doing so. "You're so direct," Feliciano told him.
"I have to be. Things don't get done if you're not direct," Ludwig said matter-of-factly.
Feliciano thought it was strange, but he finished washing the dishes and set them aside to dry. He turned to Ludwig. "So what now? Can we go relax?"
"Relax?" Ludwig stood and ripped the page from the notebook, folding it and putting it in his pocket. "Do you understand where you are? You don't get to enjoy things here, you don't get to relax here. This is Hell!" Ludwig closed his eyes and took a few breaths to calm himself before he got angry.
"But Gilbert seemed like he as enjoying himself here just a little while ago," Feliciano pointed out. "Just because it's Hell doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself every so often."
"Do you even hear what you're saying? I didn't have time to make my bed this morning so the room may have been messed up. You can go fix it. It's the master bedroom at the end of the hall." He walked out of the kitchen and pointed Feliciano in the direction.
"OK, if that's what you want," Feliciano said and moved off toward the bedroom. He got in there and saw the bedroom. It was modest and he honestly didn't see how it was messy. Sure, the bed wasn't made, the chair from the desk was pulled out and there were papers scattered over the desk and a little on the floor. He supposed that Ludwig thought this was what was deemed as "messy" so he picked up the papers on the floor and put them on the desk. He didn't know if the papers were important or not, but he pulled them all together and made them all in a pile together and set them down. He pushed the chair in and went to make the bed. But it looked so comfortable and like it would fit two people very well. So, he got into it. He figured that taking a nap wouldn't hurt, and soon he was asleep.
Ludwig finished working on the assignments he had brought home later that night. He hadn't heard Feliciano move from his room to go into his own, but he figured he may have just been too involved in his work or Feliciano had flown. The demon decided to go and get ready for bed. He would have to decide on what to do with Feliciano tomorrow. Maybe he should take him to work with him and get it through his head that he really was in Hell now. Maybe he should have one of his few friends come and look after him. He didn't know. He went into his room for a moment to grab something to change into and it was when he came back that he noticed Feliciano was in his bed.
"Feliciano, get out of my bed," he told him. But the angel didn't respond. He pushed him lightly but it seemed the angel was in too deep a sleep to respond. Too tired to want to really move him, Ludwig just pushed him over to the side of the bed and got in himself. "Just for tonight," he told himself before he was asleep as well.