Cure For A Hiccup
Holding his breath had not worked and neither had drinking water. Feliciano was out of ideas by that point when Elizaveta suggested sugar. That did not work either, so she told Lovino to lie on his back. Feliciano watched as his brother continued to hiccup (most of them now preceding a 'dammit!'). Then he thought of another.
"How about being tickled!" Feliciano announced, not giving Lovino any time to move before he attacked with his fingers.
"Gah! Get –hic!– get off, idiot!" Lovino shouted. Five seconds later he did, but that was because Elizaveta was pulling him away.
"I don't think that one works," she said doubtfully as the both of them watched Lovino return to his feet and straighten out his suit once more. "It will go away soon, Lovino, don't worry about that. I suppose if nothing else works you can hope for that."
"I don't want it to go away –hic!– soon! I want it to go –hic!– go away now!" Lovino shouted, hiccuping a few more times as he attempted to rearrange his tie. Elizaveta went over and did it for him. Feliciano 've~d'. What else was there to fix a hiccup?
"I'll be back!" he told them as he went into the next room, stopping immediately as he saw Ludwig. "Ludwig!" he exclaimed, shutting the door behind him. "Ludwig! Ludwig!"
"Vhat?" Ludwig asked as Feliciano tackled him with a hug. "You found your shoe, I see," he commented, patting Feliciano on the head as he leaned over slightly, allowing Feliciano to kiss him.
"Yep!" Feliciano nodded, pulling away. "Ludwig, do you know any cure for hiccups?"
His boyfriend hesitated, hands flipping through some paper he had in his hands. "Hiccups?"
"Yeah," Feliciano nodded. "But not holding your breath, or drinking water, or eating sugar! Something else." Feliciano had never known there had been so many cures for hiccups, but considering how not all of them worked all the time... oh, it was so confusing. Maybe he should ask Alfred for his professional opinion on the matter!
"Fife drops of Angostora Bitters on a lemon slice," Ludwig said without hesitation. Feliciano blinked.
"Um... maybe without alcohol," he said as seriously as he could. Sure it was only a few drops, but Feliciano figured it would be best to keep Lovino away from any alcohol until after he was married. Just in case. In case of what? He had no idea, it was just something Marcus had warned him about.
Ludwig thought about it, leaning against the table which still held those extra decorations still. Placing his own burden down, he rubbed at his chin. "Dis one has vater, but you take a knife–"
"What kind of hiccup cure uses a knife?" Feliciano exclaimed, staring at him with wide eyes. Ludwig shrugged.
"Gilbert said it vorked," Ludwig shrugged. Feliciano stared at him, not really wanting to know what Ludwig was going to suggest with the knife. "I dink dere vas one vhere you cound de intervals between de hiccups ant vhen you know it is coming den you hold your breath," Ludwig finally said.
That made sense. Feliciano smiled brightly and hugged him again. "Thanks, Ludwig!" He ran off to the other room.
"Feliciano, vhy are you–"
Slam!
"Hold your breath when the hiccup is coming!" Feliciano told Lovino as he ran up to him. Lovino simply looked more agitated, but he tried it anyway.
"–hic!–" came through closed lips.
Feliciano kept waiting.
"–hic!–"
"Just wait for it to go away," Elizaveta said again. Lovino swore loudly and punched the wall.
"Ow! Dammit! Why the f–hic!–" He stopped and screamed into his hands.
Feliciano was beginning to think his brother really hated hiccups.
