It was no surprise that Ludwig awoke before Feliciano. He had woken up before the little brunette many times before, excepting the time he met the Roman Empire in the middle of the night and slept in the next day. The peaceful quiet that silenced the house mixed in with the outside noises of birds singing and cars passing and people speaking Italian down the street at a small market.
He had almost forgot he was in Italy for a moment, and woke slightly surprised at the change of scenery. But then he rubbed his eyes and yesterday's events played back through his mind. He felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards, reflecting upon those pleasant memories. He stretched out his arms, liking the warm breeze that drifted through the rustic open windows. His gaze shifted around the tidy, open house. It was loose and carefree like Feli, but neat and rustic, suggesting he took a bit of pride into his home.
He felt something poke his chest, and he looked down, surprised.
"I-ITALY?" he said in a gruff, surprised voice. The italian was half tucked next to him, half sprawled on top of him, sleeping. The blond grew flustered and fell off the couch with a loud thud, which didn't help. Feliciano bolted up at the noise, clasping his hands at his chest, and looked upwards, and surrendering in repaid italian. When he noticed nobody was there, he looked around, surprised, before noticing his blushing friend on the floor. He tilted his head.
"Ludwig? What are you doing down there?" he asked innocently.
"What were you doing next to me!" barked the flustered german. The italian frowned.
"I'm sorry, Ludwig, I just got lonely last night in that bed and you looked lonely too so I thought that I could keep you company and I might have fallen asleep..." the Italian rambled rapidly, apologizing. Ludwig rubbed the bridge of his nose, the color going down. He sighed.
"Feli, its alright. You startled me, that's all," he said, glancing out the window at the lovely scenery. He glanced back up at the wide eyed man.
"So...you're not mad?"
"Nein. Just startled."
Feliciano's chest swelled as he sighed in relief. If Germany's visit started with him mad, then what kind of hospitality would that be?
"Okay," he replied. He felt his stomach squeeze and growl. He looked down at his belly, and back at the blond. He was going to offer to make pasta for breakfast, but then a magnificent idea popped into the italian's head. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
Now that he thought about it, he was rather hungry. Ludwig's stomach growled, and he put a hand over it, still a little surprised. "Erm, ja, I guess."
Feliciano grinned. "Great! I know just the place!" he exclaimed, bouncing off of the couch, standing on the pretty hardwood floor. Naked, making Ludwig's surprised expression twist into one of horror. He should have expected this, Feliciano did stuff like this all the time. But still, it still didn't stop him from blushing and yanking the blanket up to shield his blushing face.
"ITALY!" he exclaimed again. The bubbly italian giggled.
"Oh! You might wanna get dressed, too!" he said, flouncing off to his room, leaving the flustered German behind.
As soon as he was gone, Ludwig lowered the blanket, still blushing. "Italians," he muttered, getting up, and heading towards the bathroom, grabbing his suitcase so that he could get changed.