It Could Have Almost Been Sweet

As soon as he realized that he was feeling heat from another body, Ludwig tightened his grip on the person in question so he did not have to worry about him slipping away. Not yet. At least, he could hope so, could he not?

"Ludwig! You're finally up! Were you listening?"

Apparently not. "Feliciano... vhy voult I be listening dis early in de morning?" Ludwig grumbled, his voice low in his chest as he sat up. Feliciano let out a long whine and clung to him. Which was ever so normal. And should have been the routine every morning. If not for this horrid wedding. Which, again, he should not be thinking about. At least, not like that. None of his business. Except for it being his boyfriend's brother, of course. There was that.

"Don't be that way!" Feliciano whined, burying his face into Ludwig's chest.

It was not as if Ludwig needed to listen. He knew exactly what Feliciano had been complaining about last night and he really doubted it had changed by morning. Certainly it had been confusing to think of Marcus paying no attention to Feliciano, Ludwig could not recall there ever being a time like that and was wondering if Feliciano was exaggerating it.

Then again, it was really bothering Feliciano. Maybe it was true. Hopefully it would not sour Feliciano to his brother and the wedding...

Ludwig thought about that again.

"I don't want to interrupt, but it's been forever since he's been here!"

"You talk to him efery veek."

"It's not the same!" Feliciano frowned, trailing his fingers along his favourite path of the scars on Ludwig's torso. It was strange that there was a favourite, but it was the one that the Italian's fingers always seemed to follow, so Ludwig decided that it was true enough. "Between talking to me on the phone and in person, you'd rather talk to me in person!"

Ludwig sighed. Well, he had him there.

"You... you would, right? You don't prefer me being on the phone somewhere else, do you? Oh n–"

"Of course not! Stop being silly."

"Ve..." Feliciano put his face back into Ludwig's chest again. Ludwig wanted to just lie back an enjoy the moment. Unfortunately, he had responsibilities. Like his dogs. The lack of their presence in his room reminded him that they had all gone to spend the night with his grandfather.

Who was already up by now, Ludwig just knew it.

So despite Feliciano's complaints, which were quite echoed by his own mind, he got up and got dressed for the day.

As he had thought, by the time he got out Ludovicus was already finishing up with his breakfast. Blackie, Aster, and Berlitz got up from where they had lazed about to push against him, obviously thinking that since one person had eaten, it was their turn. Ludovicus merely gave them a look however and they went back to wait for it in the other room.

Ludwig someday wanted to be able to get to that point in his training with the three bitches. How was it Ludovicus was so good at that? Not that Ludwig knew anyone who would deliberately ignore anything his grandfather said. Other than Gilbert, of course.

"Guten Morgen."

"Morgen."

Ludwig hoped that Feliciano would come out with clothes on. Not that he was surprised when Feliciano did not, but he covered his face and could not look at either of them. Ludovicus, meanwhile, payed little attention to Feliciano's state of dress and wished him good morning. Dealing with Marcus probably made him immune to this.

Still, Ludwig was embarrassed and busied himself with the dogs' breakfast.


Notes:

Oh Ludwig, you are so silly.

And to Dom: Vash knows English, German, French, Italian, and Romansh. Heidi only knows English, German, and French, but tends to make herself very small and looks back in the Vargas' kitchen so she can surprise her brother by beginning to learn Italian.