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I don't remember if this is from a prompt community or not.
I will update this later after I find out.
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With a relieved sigh, Alfred saved the finally finished work, turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair. Pressing the bridge of his nose to start massaging a small headache away, he looked at the clock on the wall and was confused if it was three in the afternoon or three in the morning, and if he had been working all night or for a full twenty-four day. Either way, he was exhausted and ready for some sleep. Alfred was about to go and find Feliciano to tell him they could do something together after he had a nap, but after stepping into the hallway he remembered that the Italian had gone out to get...something. What it was, he couldn't quite think of, his brain and body both ready to hit the bed and get comfortable under the covers for a bit. Positive he'd hear Feliciano come in later, he'd go ahead and nap now and spend time with the brunet later that evening. Soon after he was in his room, curled up and sound asleep within a few seconds.
A couple of hours later Feliciano had let himself back in, ready to apologize for running later than he said he would be but thought better of it. There was still a chance Alfred was working and Feliciano wanted him to finish and rest. The American had been at it for a full day, wanting to get it done and have it out of the way, and a majority of it had an unfortunate deadline of needing to be turned in the next day. After putting away the things he'd been out getting to make a special dinner he promised Alfred earlier, he went upstairs and immediately noticed the door to the room where the blond was when he left was closed and the light off while the light in Alfred's room was on and the door ajar. Peeking in, he smiled, turned off the light and shut the door, and headed back downstairs. Alfred could rest today and they could spend their time together tomorrow.
Feliciano still had four days before he had to head back to his home, and that was enough time to spend some kind of time together, so, for now, he spent some hours taking care of a few things around the house, watching the television and reading on a book he brought with him from home. In what felt like no time at all, he was tired himself and ready to head to bed. Slipping the bookmark in-between the pages, he set it aside for the night and headed upstairs to get ready for sleep.
Alfred was still tired but not nearly as much as he had been earlier and had heard Feliciano's footsteps as he came in the room, still being as quiet as he could. Once the Italian was under the covers, he was a little surprised when Alfred put his arms around him and Feliciano was more than happy to move closer and snuggle up to the American. "I did not wake you, did I?" He asked, hoping not. He had done his best to keep silent.
"No," Alfred answered, his voice heavy with sleep. "Just checking the time."
"It is close to eleven by now. You should get some more rest," Feliciano told him, pressing a kiss to Alfred's cheek.
Moving his head long enough to give Feliciano a short but returned goodnight kiss on the lips, he got comfortable and the two of them wore similar happy, but tired smiles. "Don't have to tell me twice," Alfred mumbled was back to sleep quickly. Placing a final kiss to his forehead, Feliciano held him close, whispered a good night in his native tongue and was asleep right after.