A/N: Just randomly continuing it for no real reason… I like the way they are in this story sooo….

It was nearly an hour after their fun, as some would say, and Ludwig was the first to wake. He was not one to take naps, so even managing to close his eyes for more than ten minutes had been an accomplishment. Turning his head a bit he saw the peaceful face of a sleeping Italian. Feliciano's hair partially stuck to one of his cheeks and his mouth was open slightly. Reaching to remove the damp sweaty hair, Ludwig felt a smile tickle his lips. He then realized in their exhaustion they had not bothered to clean up afterwards. As much as he would have enjoyed cuddling a quiet-for-once Feliciano, his OCD would not let him.

He slid slyly out from under the snoozing brunette, though he doubted anything would wake the boy. He felt extremely exposed and cold as soon as he stood, but knew he had to wait before getting his clothes back on. Stepping quietly towards his desk, he tried his best not to go crazy by how haphazardly clothes were thrown around the room. As any normal person should, Ludwig kept a container of wet wipes in his bottom desk drawer.

"Luddy, what are you doing~" Feliciano woke up, rubbing his eyes and trying to understand what the wet feeling on his stomach was. Ludwig did not seem to hear him and continued wiping the dried white off of the brunette.

"Ve~ that tickles!" Curling into a ball and blocking his belly with flailing limbs, Feliciano finally alerted the German that he was awake with loud giggles. Ludwig looked up at the Italian's face and chuckled before reaching to grip Feliciano's arms and move them out of the way.

"Well, I need to get this off of you." With only one arm Ludwig managed to secure both of the boy's ankles in his hand and block Feliciano's left arm with his shoulder. He tried his best to press the slightly cold wipe against the squirming Italian's lower abdomen, but Feliciano kept spinning and giggling and pushing the German's hand away with the only limb Ludwig had not captured.

"But, it tickles," Feliciano squealed as Ludwig wrestled to accomplish his task. After a few minutes of struggling, yelling and toppling off the bed Ludwig gave up and stopped without completely removing everything.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" He had already cleaned himself off and put on a fresh pair of jeans and now sat on the floor with his back against the bed frame.

"Ve~ But, it tickled really bad!" Feliciano smiled up at Ludwig. During the struggle he had fallen across Ludwig's lap and didn't bother to move.

"I know." Sighing, as aimed of his defeat, Ludwig looked down and gave a slight smile at the more than pleased face looking back up at him. Feliciano really was adorable, the way his hair fell in a messed and neat order -aside from the curl of course- the way his skin crinkled around his eyes when he smiled. Everything about the little brunette just made Ludwig's heart flutter: his up-right nose, his slightly plump lips, his cheesy grin, his thin shoulders and tan chest, his- Ludwig then realized Feliciano was still stark naked. Blood rushed to his cheeks and he quickly stopped looking over the smaller boy's body.

"Now get some clothes on." Feliciano pouted as Ludwig forced the Italian off his lap.

"But it's hot!" Whining and falling limp on the carpet, Feliciano put the best puppy dog face he could muster on his face.

"Put clothes on, now." Too bad Ludwig had already turned away.

"…fine." He didn't bother to stand, instead trying to crawl to his pants and put them on with his belly staying on the floor. He heard a chuckle and blushed, but continued lazily yanking his brown skinny jeans back on.

After lying for a few second, somewhat exhausted by the simple task he managed to over-complicate, he decided to stand up and see what had happen to Ludwig.

"Hey, no you can't do homework now!" He cried out and stomped over to the German who was crouched forward and reading a formula out of his black notebook. Ripping the pencil out of Ludwig's hand, Feliciano crossed his arms and gave Ludwig a harsh glare. Well it was intended to be harsh, but made Ludwig laugh when he turned and saw the squinty eyes and out of place frown.

"Why not?" Trying to ask a serious question while watching an Italian force himself to frown was a harder task that it may seem. Ludwig had to bite his lower lip to stop from laughing out loud and ruining any chances he had of keeping his stoic uncaring demeanor (not that it was there anymore anyways, Feliciano had basically destroyed it).

"Remember we said we we're going to make pasta!" Feliciano yelled up at the ceiling. Ludwig just sighed and smiled.

"I thought you had forgotten."

"I never forget about pasta~!" Smiling again, Feliciano pulled at Ludwig's arm, though the German did not move until he decided for himself to get up.

"I see that." Perhaps he let Feliciano get what he wanted too often, but Ludwig didn't really have a very good reason to say no, so he decided to go along with it. Pulling a black tang top over his head, he smiled and rolled his eyes at Feliciano's puppy dog eyes. "Fine. Let's go down stairs."

"Yay! We are going to make good luck pasta~ good luck pasta~ good luck pasta~" The little brunette jumped up and down happily before rushing out the door singing his words to a very odd tune. As Ludwig went to follow he noticed Feliciano's shirt still balled up on the floor and sighed once again. He would have been angry, but the giggling and happy singing drifting down the stair way made him lose the will to.

When he got down stares he was happy to see Gilbert completely absorbed in his gory game and not noticing the half-naked Italian skipping into the kitchen.

"Put this on," Ludwig said, throwing a blue shirt at Feliciano once they both reached the kitchen. Feliciano made a little 'boo' sound, but complied.

"And, before you start, put on an apron. There are some in the middle drawer by the sink." Ludwig gestured, leaning back on the door frame.

"Ve~ do I have to?" Feliciano let his arms swing in front of him as he pouted.

"Yes."

After a few wasted minutes of hoping Ludwig would change his mind, Feliciano opened the drawer and put on the first apron he found. It was large and black and Ludwig had to help Feliciano wrap the string around his waist multiple times before it fit. It was very hard for Ludwig not to kiss the Italian right in the middle of the kitchen with how adorable he looked in the oversized apron.

Feliciano set to work gather all of the ingredients he would need (after a few pointless arguments, Ludwig had learned to keep a stock of everything the Italian would need to make his pasta). Although, Feliciano much preferred making pasta from scratch, it was already late into the day, so he decided to make do with some dried noodles and pre-crushed tomatoes for the sauce.

The first thing to do was set a pot to boil. Ludwig forced Feliciano to let him fill the water and placed the pot on the burner, as well as start the flame. Sometimes Feliciano would want to argue and declare that he could do it himself, but the blonde's need to keep him safe was too cute to complain about. Plus, he usual spilt water all over the place at his house and had burned himself a couple of times, so maybe it was more necessary than he would like to believe.

Once that was over Italy poured the crushed tomato's into a bowl and started looking through Ludwig's kitchen for something he could use to salvage the flavor that was sure to be lost by not using fresh tomatoes. He found some garlic, onions, basil, green peppers, oregano, and red wine. He was slightly amazed that Ludwig kept so many things to put in pasta on hand, but decided not to question it.

"Do you want me to get that?"

"Yeah it's kinda high."

"Do you want me to wash that off?"

"Um I guess."

"Do you still need this bowl? Can I wash it?"

"If you want to I think I'm done with it."

"Do you want me to cut anything?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Do you want me to cook the sausage?"

"It's okay I can do it."

"Do you need any help?"

"No, not yet. Ve~ well if you want to make some bacon you can."

"Okay."

Feliciano sighed as Ludwig opened to fridge to retrieve the bacon. He loved Ludwig, but he was the worst kind of kitchen aid. Sure, it was sweet that he wanted to be helpful, but the room was small and Feliciano was constantly running into the blonde. Also, his insane need to keep the room spotless through out the cooking process was simply ridiculous. It would be good to distract him for a bit with preparing the bacon strips.

They were in silence for a bit as Feliciano mixed the simmered ground sausage into the tomato sauce he made and Ludwig broke up bacon strips into little bits of topping. It was rather peaceful and relaxed now that Ludwig had something to do with his hands. Looking over at the small pile of bacon the German was making on a clean paper towel, Feliciano let out an amused chuckle. Every piece was identical to the one Feliciano had used to demonstrate size. Ludwig turned with a confused expression, but before he could ask what Feliciano was laughing about a loud pop sounded form the sauce skillet.

A large blob of tomato, onion and sausage mix hit Feliciano's cheek and began sliding down his shocked face. It was pretty warm, but didn't hurt too much so the Italian just shrugged it off and went to turn the burner off, to not overcook the sauce. Just as his wrist twisted the burner off a towel was rubbing against his face.

"Ve~ Luddy what are you doing?" He tried to turn his head, but Ludwig held it in place, thoroughly removing all of the warm red sauce.

"You got sauce on your face." He took a step back and looked Feliciano's cheek over, seemingly satisfied.

"I know." Laughing and shaking his head, Feliciano turned back to the skillet and started stirring again.

"Tsk, there is some on your shirt." Ludwig sighed in annoyance. How could making pasta always be this messy. There had been basil leaves all over the floor, half a jar of crushed tomatoes on the counter top, some noodles stuck to the wall and now a sauce stain.

"Oh," the brunette said with little care, looking down at his shirt before shrugging. "Oh, well."

"No take it off. I'll go put some stain killer on it." Ludwig crossed his arms and unintentionally looked very intimidating.

"You don't need to. The pasta is almost ready-" The tie of his apron fell down as Ludwig started to forcibly remove it.

"Take it off. The longer we wait the harder it will be to get it off." He folded the apron perfectly and sat it on the freshly cleaned butcher block before turning and holding his hand out for Feliciano's shirt. Shaking his head and backing away, Feliciano held on to the front of his shirt. Normally he was all about running around half-naked, but the way Ludwig made it seem like a life or death situation made him hesitant.

"It's just a stai- VEEE~" The shirt was yanked over his head roughly, hitting his curl and making him whimper slightly.

"I'll be back." Ludwig left the kitchen and Feliciano to stand exposed and somewhat annoyed.

When Ludwig finally came back, the noodles were ready and Feliciano was about to attempt to move the pot to the sink and pour it out in a strainer. Luckily, Ludwig ran in and stopped him from grabbing the pot without using oven mitts. How someone who made pasta as often as Feliciano would forget something that simple was a mystery to Ludwig. After straining them and tossing them in some light olive oil (Ludwig kept that too?), Feliciano began scooping the noodles on the plates, smothering them in meat sauce and sprinkling evenly broken up bacon bits on top.

"Is it good?" Feliciano asked, mostly Ludwig, but also Gilbert with an anxious look on his face. Gilbert was too busy inhaling un-humanly large piles to respond, but did slightly nod in a half way answer.

"Yes, very." Ludwig smiled, swallowing a small forks-full after properly chewing it and enjoying the nice flavor.

"Yay, and now you'll do good on your test!" Feliciano smiled and clapped his hands together happily.

"I hope so."

"You will. Good luck pasta never fails!" Feliciano smiled brightly at Ludwig in reassurance.

"Okay." Holding back a chuckle the blonde Beilschmidt brother gathered another mouth full and happily ate it. He did not notice his boyfriend stand and rush to his side.

"But, just in case-" Wet lips pressed against a shocked blonde's cheek, before pulling away and making a loud smacking nose. "-good luck!" Feliciano giggled and returned to his seat as Gilbert half chocked, half laughed and Ludwig stuttered and blushed.

"…T-thank you." He finally managed, while looking down. It never did make sense to Feliciano how Ludwig could seem so sure in bed, but still blush like a school girl when the Italian did little things like that. Still the brunette found it adorable and didn't complain.

"Mhmm." Looking over at Feliciano, Ludwig smiled sheepishly to himself.

"You guys are so lame." Gilbert laughed as he shoveled a fork-full of noodles in his mouth. Ludwig just rolled his eyes and looked over at Feliciano, his very own good luck charm.

A/N: Remember every time you don't comment Romano has to throw away five tomatoes

Romano: WHAT?

Me: I don't make the rules.