very awkward pre-sex chapter... I had a lot of trouble writing this not gunna lie...
Feliciano sat Ludwig on his chair, walking to the kitchen to begin putting the shopping away, letting Ludwig read his book in peace. He was totally engrossed now, saying each word to himself quietly. Feliciano smiled and chuckled softly leaning on the counter and watching him, nodding at each word he got right and chuckling gently at each one he pronounced wrong.
"Chair?" the man said loudly as he got to the word, frowning to himself and looking up at Feliciano, confused, "Feliciano, chair?"
Feliciano smiled sheepishly and nodded, walking out of the kitchen and towards Ludwig, looking down at the book. He sat down on the arm and turned the page, finding the word for sleep and pointing to it.
Ludwig smiled softly, and he let out a small 'Oh', turning his head to smile up at him, "Thank you," he said proudly, smiling at his comprehension. Feliciano let out a small chuckle, watching Ludwig read, shifting himself on the chair, making himself more comfortable and gently wrapping his arm around the man's shoulder.
He stopped reading for a moment, glancing at Feliciano's arm and letting out a tiny huff before returning his eyes to his book. He smiled again, looking up at Feliciano and smiling, pointing to the word sausage in the book, "Pork and apple sa-sausage," he said slowly, smiling and nodding, waiting for confirmation.
"Yeah!" Feliciano said happily, pulling him into a tight hug, "Very good Ludwig, you're so smart!" He giggled, giving Ludwig a small pat on the back.
For a few minutes he sat and watched the man read, helping him out when he needed it, but as interesting and fun as this was, he was getting hungry, and it was getting late. He lifted himself from his seat and went back to the kitchen, checking the gas supply from the small tanks in the cupboard and turning on their makeshift stove. Ludwig seemed alerted by the hiss of the gas, unsure what the noise what.
"Feliciano?" he asked slowly, glancing down at his book to make sure he used the right words, "What is this?"
Feliciano grinned at Ludwig's progress and pointed to the stove, taking out a frying pan and placing it on the hob. "Cooking," he replied pointedly, thinking it was probably best to use simple explanations as not to confuse the larger man.
He watched Ludwig find the word in the book and nod in understanding, "For sausage?" he asked, smiling. The man got to his feet and walked to the kitchen, bringing the book with him and watching Feliciano fix the heat.
"Yeah," Feliciano nodded, "That's right."
Ludwig watched intently, stepping back and watching Feliciano pull out an onion and begin to cut it. Feliciano looked at him and smiled, "Would you like to do the sausages?" he asked, Ludwig frowned softly, unable to fully understand him.
"What?" he said gently, beginning to feel like everything he said was a question, and hoping that the smaller man wouldn't become aggravated by it.
Feliciano let out a small chuckle and reached out to take Ludwig's hand, "Help me," he cooed, pulling the blond man towards him, guiding him to the stove and pulling out the sausages, giving them to Ludwig, "Cook them," he instructed.
Ludwig nodded and took Feliciano's knife, cutting the links to the sausages and cautiously placing them in the pan, smiling to himself as they began to hiss and spit.
*Very good Ludwig!" Feliciano praised, wrapping his arm around Ludwig and giving him a small hug, "You keep doing that, I will do the onions," he said with a smile, waiting for Ludwig to nod or something for conformation.
Ludwig nodded softly, but followed Feliciano as he walked across the room to cut the onions, following his hand as he took the knife and guiding it as he cut them. Feliciano chuckled softly as he felt Ludwig press against his back, looking over the smaller man to see what he was doing.
"Ludwig," Feliciano cooed, turning his head and smiling up at him, "You're meant to watch the sausages."
Ludwig nodded, obviously not understanding much but glancing back at the sausages. "Help Feliciano," he said softly, looking down at the onions and moving Feliciano's hand back to them.
Feliciano nodded, still smiling softly and letting out another chuckle, "Ok, you want to help me cut the onions?" he pulled Ludwig closer, cutting the onions with him. He'd never had someone act so strangely towards him, he'd only ever seen his brother do this when Antonio came over, and his brother always got mad.
It felt so nice, he had no idea why it would make him angry. It was like a hug but more productive.
He gasped softly and jolted as he felt Ludwig's hand pat his hip, he turned his head quickly to look at him, the mans eyes fixed on the onions. Feliciano glanced down at them and saw that, without realising, he'd finished cutting them.
"Finished," he said softly, giving Ludwig the word to use. He pulled away, taking the onions from the side and putting them in the pan, noticing Ludwig flinch at the sudden hiss. He chuckled softly at the man's surprise, reaching back to take his arm, "Don't worry, Ludwig. It won't hurt you." He took a spatula off the side and pushed the sausage around the pan, watching Ludwig intently.
The man took a small step after him, reaching out tentatively to take Feliciano's hand, helping him move the food around the pan. Feliciano nodded pointedly and let Ludwig lead his hand.
Feliciano looked round at the larger man, letting go of his grip on the spatula, "We have to cut the potatoes," he said slowly, taking the book and pointing at the picture.
Ludwig nodded quickly, letting out a small grunt and turning to pull a couple of large potatoes from the shopping bag, putting them on the cutting board, standing back slightly and looking at the knife on the side.
"Do you want to do it Ludwig?" Feliciano asked, picking up the knife and handing it to him, "Cut them how you want, and then put them in the pan."
The man nodded, taking the knife and beginning to cut them thinly, looking over at Feliciano for conformation again before tipping them into the pan. He took the spatula from the side and pushed the food around, flipping the potatoes, this time smiling as they hissed, he seemed to have realised what it was the hob did, and he seemed a lot more comfortable now.
He looked back at Feliciano, smiling, "Feliciano, thank you," he said softly.
Feliciano nodded, "You helped a lot, Ludwig, I'm very happy." Ludwig let out a small grunt of confusion, looking over towards his book but no wanting to abandon the food to get it and look up the word. Feliciano chuckled and grinned, pointing to his sile, "Happy," he repeated.
Ludwig nodded in under standing, turning back to the food and flipping it again.
"It'll be ready soon," Feliciano said, coming behind Ludwig to hold the spatula with him as the man had done to him, "Then we can eat it."
Ludwig looked at him confused, Feliciano smiled and removed his hand, miming eating the food, "Eat," he said slowly.
The man grunted and nodded, "Yes!" he said happily, nodding and cutting the sausages into halves, he let out a small confused hum, saying a few words in his own language.
Feliciano moved quickly to take Ludwig's book, holding it to him, "What are you trying to say Ludwig? Find the word."
Ludwig's eyes scanned the page, "Uh… Pl…Plate? Plate," he said, nodding as he checked the pronunciation of the word.
It took a moment for Feliciano to absorb what the other man had said, he nodded and walked to a cupboard, picking out two wooden plates and putting them on the counter next to Ludwig, watching him spoon the food onto them equally.
It smelled so nice, Feliciano almost couldn't stop himself drooling, he'd seen potatoes and sausages cooked like this before, but he'd never thought to have them.
He took his plate of food, taking a fork for himself and handing Ludwig one too. Ludwig smiled as he took it, following Feliciano into the living room and sitting on his chair/bed. He watched as Feliciano began eating his food, humming softly and smiling, "Ludwig, it's delicious," he squeaked, giggling softly.
Ludwig looked through the book again, smiling as he read the word, giving Feliciano a small nod, "Thank you," he said happily, beginning to eat his own food, smiling at Feliciano between bites and watching as he finished.
Feliciano got to his feet, stretching and letting out a small moan, he walked to the kitchen and put his plate in the bowl, ready to wash up later. He walked back to the chair and sat down, letting out a soft hum, smiling to himself.
"…I love that food, Ludwig, thank you, it was so nice," he uttered after a moment.
Ludwig smiled, seeming to understand him, only having to look up a few words, frowning at one in particular, "Love?" he said softly, cocking his head slightly.
The smaller man nodded, "Yes!" he tittered, "Like very very much."
Ludwig smiled and nodded, saying something quietly in his own language before looking back at Feliciano, speaking slowly, "Thank you, it is nice, I eat it lot."
Feliciano laughed again, nodding in agreement, "I can see why… You cook lots? At your home?"
Ludwig found the words again, stringing them together by himself and piecing together a heavily accented reply, "Yes, lot, for my brother."
Feliciano grinned, sitting up straight, "You have a brother?" he chuckled, "You didn't tell me that. What's his name? Is he as grumpy as Romano is?"
Ludwig frowned softly, again taking a few minutes to knit a reply together, "He is named Gilbert, he not grumpy."
Feliciano hummed softly, nodding, and pausing for a moment, "I'm sorry you can't go home…"
The larger man frowned quickly as he looked up the words in the book, "Can't?" he said deeply, still frowning, "Why can't?"
Feliciano's eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head quickly, trying to backtrack what he'd said, "No, no, I didn't mean you can't leave, you just can't leave /yet/, you will do soon, I'll help you get home, I promise," he forced a smile, speaking slower, "I'll help you get home."
Ludwig blinked in confusion, letting out a small huff and thinking over what Feliciano had said before nodding slowly, giving him a small smile, "Thank you…"
The smaller man giggled, getting to his feet and giving Ludwig a hug, "I will help you get home, I promise, I know you are innocent."
He jolted slightly as he felt the other man hug back, he smiled and chuckled softly, squeezing him tight before letting him go, and moving to take his plate into the kitchen.
Ludwig looked down at his book again, finding something he wanted to say but then realising he didn't have the courage to say it, settling instead for "Thank you, Feliciano."
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