Ludwig craved a calm, orderly night more than anything now. Unfortunately, he was dealing with his very loud Turkish landlord who came with his Greek friend (messy haired and brought at least three cats like they were tiny accessories instead of medium-sized furry creature who lived and made meowing sound).
"And here I thought that you're not the party type," Sadik, the tanned, bearded man nudged Ludwig with his elbow, smirking in the most annoying way possible. It reminded Ludwig of his older brother and the German didn't like it.
Sadik Adnan looked extravagant enough with fez—like in that TV show Arthur was so proud of, "Doctor Who"—and some sort of white robe. Not to mention the man was built tall, muscular, and hairy. For some reason, it was weird to see him coming with the Greek, whose words sounded more like lazy whisper than attempt to communicate with humans.
As Feliciano mentioned, the Greek, Heracles, liked cat. When Ludwig heard the term, he thought that Heracles would have three cats at home. But apparently he really liked cat he decided to bring the suspicious-looking creatures wherever they go. Ludwig never understood cat. He liked dog better. Dog thinks of him as the alpha of the pack. Cat probably thinks of him as fur-less, large servant.
Ludwig had to respect his landlord. So he respected his landlord's friend as well by taking his sight from dancing Sadik and Heracles to stock of food and drink on the table.
Francis seemed to magically conjure wine glasses from thin air. He sat on the sofa like he owned the place, his lavender shirt oddly suit the gold-haired male. Feliciano sat next to Francis and they seemed comfortable together already. From what Ludwig could hear while he passed them to the kitchen, they were discussing wine, particularly Francis experience on Italian wine.
A loud music that Sadik and Heracles danced to ended, but continued with a new track that seemed to have more bass than the previous one. The one behind the loud music was Alfred, who had taken off his glasses. His strange cowlick hair danced as the American moved like he was the music himself.
Ludwig wanted to ask Alfred to turn down the music, in case the neighbour and landlord would get angry for such loud music. But then Ludwig realised that his neighbour was sitting on the couch drinking wine and his landlord was the person who danced to this loud music. Ludwig had no excuse, then. He wondered whether he had more exciting drink than water as he walked to kitchen.
The tall Russian, Ivan, didn't take off his scarf even though Ludwig's flat was quite warm. He was chatting in a rather low voice that sounded like constant grunt with visibly shorter Yao. Yao seemed as excited as usual, even though he kept asking Ivan to repeat some of his sentences because apparently Yao never heard of Russian-accented English before.
As Ludwig pulled out his saved beer from the fridge, he wondered where Kiku and Arthur were. He found the Japanese taking photos of bright-coloured little cakes that Alfred brought, while Arthur sat as far as possible from the source of loud music, sipping his cup of black tea. Like Francis, the English seemed to have the ability to create black tea out of thin air because Ludwig knew he had no black tea.
After setting down his prized beer, Ludwig decided to join Arthur, who laughed the moment Ludwig sat next to him.
"Ludwig, you got quite a party here. This is probably the least expected thing I've seen from you," Arthur chuckled.
Ludwig laughed tiredly, "Ja. Tell me about it, Arthur."
Arthur smiled, "Well then, I must tell you that I can't stay for long, because I have important meeting tomorrow morning. I'll drag Alfred if possible, but he really enjoyed blasting other people's residential place with music. I don't think he'll stop anytime soon with your landlord and his friend dancing to this house music." Arthur took his time to stress 'u' in the word 'music'. "Ivan seemed to have taken interest to your pony-tailed friend there—I wonder what can they talk about."
Ludwig had no energy to talk at this point, since another track has finished. Sadik and Heracles had stopped dancing. Ludwig was about to close his eyes for a moment when he realised that Heracles' cats started to invade the wurst on the table.
"Gotten himmel!" groaned Ludwig before standing up, leaving Arthur chuckling before finishing his black tea.
The party ended at 1 am when Ludwig decided to use his 'authoritative voice' to 'ask' everyone 'politely' to go home. Alfred promised Ludwig to bring better portable speaker the next time he "held cool party like this" and Ludwig was about to say "please no" before Francis saying his goodbye to the German by throwing some kind of air kiss.
When they all left, Ludwig mustered all his strength that still left to clean up, from wiping the table from spill and food to washing all the dishes and glasses. On the process, Ludwig realised some things that weren't his, such as Francis' wine glass and other two bottles he left. There was also Arthur's tea set, complete with the saucer and teapot. As for Ivan's large bag of potato, Ludwig was quite glad to accept them. After storing the potato and wines accordingly, Ludwig was getting ready for bed.
He entered his bedroom, too exhausted to even close the door properly. It didn't matter, anyway, because everyone left, even Heracles' cats. Ludwig took off his shirt's button slowly as he tried to regain strength to take shower before bed. Sliding the shirt down from his shoulder before folding the dirty laundry neatly, Ludwig's mind already arranged plan on how to avoid tiring night like this.
When he was about to strip his pants, leaving him with only boxers, he saw someone on the door.
Ludwig truly forgot that Feliciano hadn't left his flat.
Ludwig now remembered that the Italian indeed hadn't left through the door like the other, but Ludwig forgot that he was still here somewhere. With his bedroom being slightly dimmer than the room outside, Ludwig mostly only see the outline of Feliciano's body.
"You're still here," he said, matter-of-factly, too tired to yell something like, 'How long have you been watching me stripping?'
"Ve…" responded Feliciano, who walked inside his bedroom instead of leaving it like Ludwig thought and wished.
"Why are you entering my room?" Ludwig sighed, stepping of his pants anyway. He wanted to have adequate sleeping time and he couldn't let little things like Feliciano disturb his intention.
Feliciano didn't answer. Ludwig could see that his auburn eyes were watching Ludwig's body and the blond felt extremely embarrassed and exposed after sometime.
"Ludwig," Feliciano's sight eventually left Ludwig's stomach to the blond's eyes. "Are you always so confident of being naked because you have such great body?"
Ludwig didn't even have the energy to groan, "What are you talking about, Feliciano? Go back to your flat. Get some rest."
But Feliciano response was, "Can I touch your abs? Please? Pretty please? Per favore?"
Now Ludwig did have the energy to yell, "WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT, FELICIANO?"
Author's Note: Thank you for those who commented, followed, and favorited this story. I had so much fun writing everyone. I hope I can write them more and with better depth next time. Next chapter... Ludwig found out that Feliciano somehow slept with him, I guess?