CHAPTER TWOOOO

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Coming home from work, Ludwig felt an oncoming fatigue wash over his entire body. Staying up with Feliciano was really messing up his sleeping cycle, but it wasn't like he could just ignore his friend when he was reduced to such a state, could he? Feeling relief, seeing as he was finally making his way through the door of their shared apartment, Ludwig shredded off his jacket and hung his bag over a hook. He was extremely picky when it came organization; it was a miracle that Feliciano had managed to keep living with him what with his lackadaisical ways.

Ludwig stretched, surprised to find the house completely silent. It was odd to see Feliciano late coming home; he was usually here to greet Ludwig almost every day. Shrugging off the strange behavior, Ludwig spotted the couch and shuffled over. He laid down and almost immediately fell asleep.

The boy's footsteps seemed to echo off against the empty corners of their shared house. Worriment gnawed at his heart as he quickened his pace, allowing his mind to reel with terrible possibilities. Where was she? Was she alright? What happened if she fell and got hurt and couldn't get up? With this, the boy nearly started in a full sprint, not caring about the burning resentment in his lungs or his feet screaming for him to stop. He was never really good at sports, so it was natural for him to feel this way. Yet, the very worry that kept circling around in his head seemed to have spread through his entire body, forcing his own problems out of mind completely. Where was she?

Finally, after checking all the rooms of the house did the boy get to the final room; a dank little library filled with dust covered books that held untouched words. With clammy hands, the boy pushed against the door and peaked inside.

His eyes flickered over quickly against every detail of the unused room until landing on his goal. The little girl. She laid curled up against the lightly stained carpet, her undeveloped chest raising every so often. Comfort in knowing she was taking part of her daily siesta, the boy buckled over, chuckling at himself. Why was he getting all worked up, over her? He should of thought things through before going into such a frantic. He should of known. It was her.

With a playful smile crawling up his lips, the blond haired boy walked over to the girl, folding up his legs beneath him and sitting next to her. Instantly, feeling the warmth coming from the boy, the girl rolled over and snuggled up against his thigh. Content with the change in position, the girl sighed and beamed sheepishly. The boy's face flamed, but he laughed again. It filled the room, dribbling down into the air. Such a sweet moment. Such a sweet girl that the boy was, hopefully, able to call his. Leaning down, he touched his lips against the shell of her ear, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sweet dreams, Feli."

With that, he leaned down further, and, with a butterfly light touch, pressed against her cheek with a chaste kiss.

Feliciano was not happy. To start things off, he was late for work, despite being shipped off by Ludwig at a reasonable time. His mind blanked while he walked and he somehow succeeded in completely missing his work. He ended up in some park in the middle of town. Realizing his mistake, he took off and ran as fast as he could back to his job. He was thirty minutes late, on the dot. He was scolded quickly by his grandfather, the owner of the restaurant where he worked, and was sent flying to the kitchen where he began to help cook meals for the day. A stream of costumers came in around lunch time and, seeing as they were short one waiter, Feliciano was sent to gather orders from costumers and clean up tables. Not used to such a job, Feliciano messed up several times. Near the end of the night, he had broken three glasses, two plates and split wine all over the entrance of the kitchen. He didn't have time to warn anyone of the mess when Lovino, his more easily angered twin, slipped and fell, spilling food all over himself.

To say the least, Feliciano's grandfather was not impressed. After closing the shop and cleaning up the mess, Feliciano was seated down in one of the booths, his family looking down on him and lecturing him in feverish Italian.

In the end, Feliciano was close to tears and was thankful when his Grandfather permitted him to leave. Feliciano called Ludwig's cellphone as he walked down the empty streets of their town, only to get his voice mail. Confused and more than a little worried, he began to run again, eager to make it home so he could keep his promise he had made with his roommate earlier that morning. After all but ten minutes later did Feliciano make it to their apartment complex. Out of breath and ready to crash, he struggled up the stairs and unlocking the door. Once inside, he groaned out loudly, kicking off his shoes and shakily walking through the small passageway

"Luddy~" He called out only to be greeted with silence.

To his surprise, he found Ludwig droned across the couch, snoring lightly. Giggling, Feliciano waltzed over, smiling down at his friend. 'He looks so peaceful~ I shouldn't disturb him.' He thought to himself. Sitting down, he leaned against the couch's arm, inches away from his friends face. Sighing, he frowned. "I must be the cause of this." Feliciano mumbled, reaching out and brushing away some ruffled hair that had fallen over Ludwig's face. He sat there for several moments, drinking in the moment and the peace. Feliciano felt his eyes growing heavier and soon he was pressed up against Ludwig, close to unconsciousness. Just as he was about to fall into the dark did Ludwig's voice break through the wall of silence.

"Sweet dreams, Feli..." It was gruff, yet spoken so tenderly. Feliciano blinked, before grinning and jumping up onto the couch and on with his roommate. Ludwig woke up with a sputter, eyes widening when noticing Feliciano cuddling up against him.

"Luddy! Did you have a nice nap?" Feliciano called out in his usual too loud of voice. Ludwig felt himself wince before pushing off the Italian, sitting up with a groan slipping through his lips. He felt stiff, dizzy and not to mention heavy. His head pounded against his skull, forcing his hand to his head in a vain attempt to stop the appearing headache. He let out a tired breath, turning over to look at his jumpy friend.

"Hello, Feliciano. How was work?" Feliciano's giddiness skidded to a halt and returned back to his original mood. He jutted out his lower lip, something he occasionally did around Ludwig, whimpering as he stood up from the couch.

"Terrible, I kept messing up everything! The orders, the cleaning, the food; I was just not myself today, and to make it worse Nono started yelling at me, as well as Lovi- though he usually does that~ so nothing to worry about, but Nono! It made me cry and I couldn't even get enough time for a break so I couldn't have my siesta so I'm a tiny bit cranky, and when I tried to flirt with this group of really cute girls Lovi showed up and punched me! It was horrible!" Ludwig sighed glumly. He should be used to Feliciano's endless babbles. He should be. However sadly it seemed he was deemed to forever have an reoccurring headache. With another groan, he stood up along with the boy and scratched the back of his neck.

"If it was that bad, why don't you go take a bath? I'll take care of dinner tonight."

"No! I couldn't let you do that Ludwig! Even after that promise I made."

"Fine, suit yourself. Just don't make a giant mess, okay?"

"Aye aye captain!" Feliciano bellowed out, racing out of the living room into the small kitchen. Ludwig smiled at the action and excused himself to the bathroom.

Within the hour, the entire apartment was filled with enticing smells of tomato and Basil, fresh ingredients bought regularly from Feliciano's friend, Antonio. Ludwig entered the kitchen to find flour, sauce and other things splattered against the walls of the small space. There stood Feliciano, setting the table and completely ignoring the mess as if it wasn't there to begin with. Ludwig could feel agitation rushing through him. He would have to teach that boy how to clean up after himself. Oh, how he will teach him.

"Luddy~" Feliciano called out, droning onto the syllables like he always did. He waved his friend over to the table and placed a overfilling plate of pasta in front of him.

"Danke." Ludwig muttered, still irked about the mess, nevertheless he quickly forgot about the insignificant problem as he took a bite out of the pasta. Damn, could that kid cook. Feliciano joined in with the eating and two ate in comfortable silence. Half way through the meal did Ludwig glance up at his companion across from him.

Feliciano's hair fell across his eyes, masking the cheerful gleam seemingly embedded within the melting brown irises. He smiled appreciatively at himself as he ate his food, slurping up a long noodle. Sauce fell against his smooth, sun kissed cheek, left unnoticed by the host. Flushing somewhat, Ludwig dropped his fork and extended his arm enough to cup his hand around Feliciano's cheek.

Feliciano stopped moving entirely, focusing on his roommate with a sort of serious that was out of character. Hesitantly, Ludwig swiped his calloused thumb against the stained cheek, scooping up the mess and retracting his hand back only to lick off the remaining sauce. Feliciano watched with intense interest, a red dusting the apples of his cheeks. After a minute, Ludwig cleared his throat and went back to eating.

'What the hell did I just do?' He scolded himself as he tried to concentrate on eating.

Feliciano squirmed, panting and thrashing against his bed. His eyes, already leaking of tears, twitched as he grimaced violently.

"No..." He groaned, gripping onto his pillow with all his might. "No, stop it! Don't leave me! No, no, don't!" With a frightening scream, he pushed up against his bed, eyes mad and flying in every direction. Once reality sat in, he whimpered miserably, trying to prevent a sob to leave his lips. He failed though, and he began to tremble, feeling a all to familiar fear rest at the pit of his stomach.

'Ludwig. I need to see Ludwig.' The thought shot through his jumbled up mind and he jumped from his bed, flinging open the door and sprinting through the short distance between his and Ludwig's room. Once there, he opened the door, ready to fling himself into open arms only to find dark. He stopped in his tracks, fumbling for a bit as he found the switch to the lights. The sudden brightness brought pain to his eyes but he strained to keep them open. He finally located his friend and to his disappointment found him dead asleep. Feeling guilt rest on his shoulders, he turned off the lights and stumbled over to Ludwig's bedside.

Sniffling, he slipped in under the covers, cowering into the crook of Ludwig's back. He covered his mouth with his hand, silenting any sobs that threatened to break through. All he wanted was some reassurance that everything was alright, that it was just a dream, a nightmare that would not go away. But the guilt continued to jab at him, halting any actions that might wake up his exhausted friend. Feeling more grief then Feliciano had felt in a long time, he took in a trembling breath, trying to calm himself. He wrapped his arms around the sleeping German before breathing out a tired sigh against his friends back.

"...Sweet dreams Ludwig."

AN: PHEWWWWW, AM I GLAD I GOT THIS DONE! slightly longer, hope you enjoyedd it!

Also, a note: Ludwig is about 23 in this story while Feliciano is only 20. I know there isn't actually an age difference between them, but this pleases me. hee hee.

Please review and tell me what you thought! Any changes I need to make? D: Or if you think it was too OOC, let me know! Love ya all~