Unexpectedly
"...so Francis kissed him and the hiccups just disappeared! That's cool, right? I mean... it wasn't so much that Francis kissed him, but that the hiccups are gone!"
"Ah," Ludwig responded weakly, trying his best to melt into his chair. "I see." Was it too late to not be born? Because Ludwig rather wished that was the case right now. Feliciano seemed rather oblivious to his discomfort and continued to speak. All the while Ludwig wondered why everything he seemed to do lately only self destructed.
It made him look forward to fixing Alfred's house even more than he had previously. At least he could do that properly. After failing at everything else...
"–I asked Lovi about what all would be different, other than the fact he was moving in completely with Antonio, but what he was talking about sounded exactly what he is already doing, so I guess we get to have this huge party to celebrate them being together and it isn't actually going to be any different–"
He should not have told Antonio anything. It was not his place and it ended up to not even be anything to really worry about. Except for Francis' tactics, but that was something most everyone already knew they had to worry about. He should have known, nothing that man had ever done had ever made much sense.
Hell, he had convinced Arthur, at only seventeen, to run off with him. Ludwig had never understood the practicality or sensibility of that. He had never asked either, too mad at the fact that his brother had been completely devastated by Francis' departure.
Gilbert started smoking then, if Ludwig recalled correctly.
"–I suppose he just wanted to have an anniversary. I can't fault him for that, but we already celebrate our anniversary of when we got together! It's basically the same thing, I asked Grandpa about it and he agreed that in the way we do things it probably would be the same–"
Hopefully Antonio had figured out what had happened and that had been peacefully resolved. Actually, it was best that he not think about that right now, just in case that was not the case. Why could he not have kept his mouth shut? What made him believe that telling Antonio was the right thing to do? Ludwig might not like Lovino, but he did not want today to turn out badly. And Antonio was not a bad person.
Simply terrifying when he was angry. It seemed to take an arm and a leg for him to get to that point, but that was besides the point.
If this ceremony did not turn out well Ludwig was almost entitled to off himself.
"–then I started thinking about how much of my stuff is in your house, compared to at home. 'Cause the house seems really empty now that Lovi's stuff is all gone. I think he actually has more things than me! Or... he had more things in our house than I did, and it's actually starting to equal the amount of your stuff in my house, which I didn't let him throw out–"
Ludwig stopped his mind from wandering, now paying complete attention to the Italian who was looking up at him hopefully.
"Do... do you think we've reached that point?"
The only hesitation Ludwig suffered from was from a single thought in the back of his head that getting up in the morning was about to become twice as difficult as it had been in the past who-knew-how-many years.
"Of course we hafe, Feliciano. Ve'fe been at dat point for a vhile."
Feliciano hugged him, no longer sitting in his own seat, but in Ludwig's lap. "Yay! Are we going to live in my house, or yours?"
Ludwig thought about living in a house in the same building as a restaurant. About moving all of his things into Feliciano's house, about Feliciano trying to help him move, about the amount of interruptions that were going to ensue there with Feliciano's close residency to his job, even closer than most people's.
Ludwig thought about moving Feliciano's things into his house and how much more calm that would be.
Then he considered never having to cook for himself again.
"If you vant, I vill mofe in vith you."
"I... I'd like that very much," Feliciano smiled, kissing him. He continued doing so until Ludwig finally had the mind to make him stop and return his boyfriend to his own seat.
Best not to be distracting. The procession was starting.
Notes:
Ludwig's going to get fat, living in a restaurant where Feliciano cooks. Just saying, it could happen if he is not careful.
Now that the morning is over, I will state what I thought would be the correct answer to the earlier poll I had. Ludwig and Gilbert, obviously take the top. Mostly because of Ludwig (so I am glad people thought so, considering what the summary says!). Alfred and Matthew take second place simply because Alfred was not listening and neither of them really understand cakes. Francis really did not cause any trouble, he fixed a problem and got blamed for doing something wrong. I feel for the man, I really do. Francis got in trouble, but I would not say he caused it.
It was mostly Ludwig. All Ludwig, really. Actually, I do not think anything would have gone wrong this morning if Ludwig had not started with throwing Gilbert's cigarettes in the dumpster (loosing the note cards, Gilbert bumping into the cake, Ludwig seeing Francis' wayward hiccup cure...). Amazing what can go wrong out of an attempt to help.
Anyone think something was going to happen to the rings? I thought about it, but that seemed a little too overused for plot standards. So the rings are perfectly safe. Imagine that!
