Lovino cleared his throat, interrupting their kiss. Ludwig blushed a few shades darker, if possible. Lovino raised his eyebrow at his brother, making an inquisitive facial expression. Feliciano looked back, anxiously smiling, eyes wide. "Am I interrupting something...?" Lovino asked finally.
"E-Er, no, we-" Feliciano managed to say, being cut off by his brother.
"Feli, it's...it's okay," Lovino said carefully, trying to keep his brother from having a nervous breakdown. Ludwig looked at Lovino, his face still flushed. Lovino looked back at him, or up, rather, due to the blonde's impressive height. "..And you are?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Ludwig. Ludwig Beilschmidt." He replied. Lovino hummed at the answer.
"Lovino Vargas. Nice way to meet, if I do say so myself." Lovino sarcastically stated. Ludwig nodded, only after doing so that he realized that Lovino wasn't serious. He cleared his throat, sticking his hand out, offering a handshake to the darker haired Italian. Lovino shook his hand firmly, nodding to the German, his brow still furrowed seriously.
They looked at each other for a good five seconds, before Feliciano cheerily interrupted the silence with a declaration.
"I'll go make some coffee!" He blurted. Before either could object, Feliciano had skipped off into the kitchen.
Lovino gestured to the chair farthest from the kitchen, telling Ludwig to take a seat with his hands. Ludwig obliged, tugging at his shirt collar as he sat down. Muffled rummaging noises could be heard from the kitchen as Feliciano searched for coffee mugs and such. Lovino stared into Ludwig's eyes, narrowing his own. He stood in front of Ludwig, slightly bending so that they were at eye level. "If you hurt him..." He began, a low, slightly frightening whisper, referring to his younger brother, "I will shove my boot so far up your ass that you will shit leather for a month." Ludwig's expression held the exact definition of shock and weird anxiety. "Understood?" Lovino finished. Ludwig nodded quickly, his blue eyes wide, obviously startled.
Feliciano walked in, somehow managing to balance three coffee mugs, all without any getting onto his white button-up. His lazy smile calmed the German, and Ludwig was glad he was bringing coffee. He needed something to quench the dry spot in his throat, caused by Lovino's concerning threat. "So, how was your day, fratello?"
"Shitty as any other. You know how it is, busy office days." He huffed, making unsatisfied hand gestures, rolling his eyes. Ludwig sat, listening to Lovino occasionally complaining, which Feliciano would respond with a humming noise, or an 'I'm sorry about that, fratello.' and other variants of that phrase.
Ludwig sipped his coffee, choking a small bit when Lovino addressed him directly. "So, what kind of shit job do you work?" Lovino asked Ludwig wasn't sure if that was an insult to his profession, of which Lovino was not aware of, or if he was simply stating that all jobs are shit. Perhaps it was just the way he talked, inserting unnecessary curses into the conversation. Nonetheless, Ludwig was expected to answer. He cleared his throat, thinking for a moment as to what to say. Lovino looked him in the eye, waiting.
"I work i-in the car repair business quite a bit, but I also have a small part-time job baking." Ludwig managed to say, only stuttering on one word. Lovino nodded, raising a brow. Ludwig took this as a positive reaction, seeing there was no disgusted wrinkling of the nose, nor a 'hmph'. Feliciano piped up then, saying something to Lovino, asking about how Antonio was. Lovino answered accordingly, maybe even blushing a bit, and Ludwig only listened because it was the polite thing to do and he recognized the name as one of Gilbert's close friends. Looking at his watch, Ludwig was then aware of what time it was. Blinking, he coughed, standing from his seat. "I must be going now, my brother is sure to need help in the morning." With his hangover, Ludwig finished in his thoughts. Feliciano, too, rose from the small couch.
"Ah, okay! I'll walk you out, then." Feliciano said with a smile. Lovino nodded at them, watching them leave the room.
"Thank you for the wonderful evening." Ludwig said, looking at Feliciano.
"No, thank you, the pleasure was all mine." Feliciano replied, smiling. He opened the door for the German, motioning for him to walk out of the door first. Ludwig took the offer, walking ahead. Feliciano followed him, closing the door behind him. Once outside, Feliciano managed to get onto the tips of his toes, kissing Ludwig's cheek cutely. Ludwig blushed a little at the action, smiling slightly. Afterward, Feliciano watched him walk down the stairs, albeit a short flight of them, and made sure he got into a taxi safely. Feliciano then walked inside, sighing happily as he closed the door.