Play Me a Song Ukulele Man!

by FilleInconnue

Ludwig is a Ukulele player who performs at Central Park to help cope with the stress of work and unachieved dreams. Feliciano is an artist who has lost his spark and needs a muse. What happens when the two ends meet? Mostly fluff. GerIta. Other pairs may pop up. I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters.

6. Wake Up Sunshine

Chapter 5

Upstate New York, Roma's Villa, Monday, Feliciano POV

Sitting on my bed I just stared at the wall. It was covered from top to bottom with sketches, paintings, posters, postcards, portraits, and landscapes. Right in the middle was a new piece of the man, no, of Ludwig sitting amongst the golden fields of wheat. I'm still so dazed by Friday's encounter that even my family has started to notice. I've been too embarrassed to even step foot back into Central Park or even outside for that matter.

"Felice you better fucking open up, I brought breakfast and I'm not staying for long." Lovino banged on the door with anger. Slowly getting up and grabbing a shirt to put on I open the door to stop the excessive banging. It was too early for that type of noise.

"Buongiorno Lovino. How are you today?" I smiled haphazardly with a sleepy gaze but it seemed my brother wasn't going to let up.

"Come on bastard get dress, eat, and brush your hair we're leaving in 10 minutes, I'm not waiting for you like last time." He shoved the plater of coffee and buttered bread into my hands before stomping off. I could hear him mumbling something but I don't want to fight this morning so I complied to the demands.

Setting the plater on the disturbed bed I start to dress. Picking out an old shirt that I wore a week ago, some ripped jeans that still had paint splatter stains, random mismatch socks, and my beanie. Looking in the mirror with a nod I turn back to my breakfast downing the whole mug of hot coffee (which I later regretted) and take the bread along the way out. Lovino was already by the door slipping on his pointy shoes. Putting on my own self painted converses holding onto the bread with my teeth the only things missing was my satchel which hung on the coat hook next to the front door.

With the satchel sitting next to me, my bread halfway done, and Lovino starting the car my day started seemingly normal which was, to put it nicely, strange.

I'm a dirty liar~ But at least the update did come this time. Remember to comment your ideas and what you think. It would be greatly appreciated, thanks!