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[ ALWAYS COULD USE MORE GERMANS ]

Once Feliciano returned him back his phone, he typed in one of his password. He went through the introduction to snapchat, if there is one, and then onto the main screen. He hit the small square at the bottom of the screen to bring up the friend list. Oh on, Gilbert probably had one of these and once he found out that Ludwig had sone, he would be stuck giving Gilbert his and taking the other's. That meant pestering 24/7 with stupid snapchats, probably some like Gilbert with beer. Probably good beer too. Feeling a pair of eyes though, Ludwig looked up.

An eyebrow went up at his comment. Well, Feliciano was different from other people he had known as well. He was nice, kind, and so very friendly. One of the friendliest people he had met before, for an example just inviting him into his apartment even when they had only sent each other- what, three paper airplanes? Ludwig leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "If I ever hurt you, no matter what you say, Feliciano, just have the police arrest me." He bit a small little portion of his sentence, thinking against it. I wouldn't do anything to ever hurt you. I'll never hurt you.

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(( *flustered wheezing* I don't know what I'm doing at all ))

He couldn't feel his limbs. "Oh." Slowly, Feliciano slid off his chair. Without speaking, he stepped forward, hesitantly at first. The last step, however, was fast enough to propel him directly into Ludwig's chest. Pressing his face against and wrapping his arms around the other, he mumbled, barely audibly, "I don't really know you." He shook his head lightly, "But I don't care." He didn't know what to do, it felt like he'd known this man forever, and it'd been mere hours, as far as he knew. He was sure he would have remembered meeting before. What the hell, Feliciano. "I-I'm, sorry, ah, spiacente." He was truly sorry, he really didn't know what he was doing and was pretty sure he was invading the German's bubble—but he couldn't bring himself to let go at first, either.

He backed off, wiping his blurred eyes with his sleeves. "My bad, My family is so fond of hugging, I always forget it's not something everyone does all the time." He smiled, still refusing to make eye contact. "I hope I'm not keeping you from anything." Giving him a way out, he hoped ludwig would see how sorry he was, and not be too uncomfortable. He was so touchy-feely with everyone, but he really should've been more careful all the same. Man, his mind was racing.

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[ thats okay I'm like dead these two //shot ]

At first, at first Ludwig had no idea what Feliciano was going to do. It was almost suspicious. The other's steps were hesitant and cautious until he basically plopped directly onto his chest. Oh god, and now Feliciano was putting his arms around him. His whole brain was shut down, he wasn't exactly sure what was happening besides he could not get his arms to work to hug him back. His words slowly made their way into Ludwig's brain, his face contorting into a light confusion besides the never-ending awkward blush and nervousness sweeping onto his face. In all honesty, Ludwig felt like he had known Feliciano. He felt like they had been the best of friends for... forever. It was weird. He basically didn't really know that much about Feliciano, it was like they grew up together. It was too surreal.

Soon everything did finally come into focus when the blond noticed that Feliciano's eyes were glossing over with tears. "I-It's okay." He mumbled under his breath, the deepen blush making him a bit too red for his liking.

What made it even worse was that Feliciano was a comfy warmth, and not very surprisingly, he was soft compared to Ludwig's muscular build. Overall, though, the most embarrassing thing he could say was that Feliciano had a nice smell... It was embarrassing as hell, even in his own mind, that someone else he literally just met and was hugging him smelled really nice. Maybe Ludwig was just malfunctioning. He probably was- just a little bit. He didn't mind getting hugged... But the more he observed Feliciano, the more things he realized. Those things are awkwardly embarrassing though, no one needs to know what they are.

"You shouldn't hug me though... I'm 'sick'." Ludwig said in a horrible attempt to lighten the awkward tension.

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Choking out a laugh at that, Feli gave the man a light squeeze before removing himself from the personal space bubble. "You're right, of course. Don't wanna get sick." Ludwig, absurdly, had said exactly the right thing. He really appreciated the joke, to be honest. "I'm ridiculous today. I think maybe it's just still too early... I shouldn't be up yet." The matter-of-fact replying was as much for his for his own sake as the German's. "Don't worry, I won't cry at you every time we meet." And just like that, Feliciano was back to being Feliciano, cheer restored. "Might hug you though, if I don't remember you may not like it." He shot the other man a smile, finding his eyes this time.

Stepping backwards again, he knocked his (empty, thankfully) mug off the counter. With a slight noise of surprise, he set about cleaning up what was left, hoping to get his kitchen back to its usual pristine state before anything else got in the way. If he didn't clean now with the pressure on, he may accidentally let it go like he did with the rest of his flat.

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[ aww sorry for late reply ]

Ludwig took out his phone, checking the time. "It's almost nine o'clock, Feli. You sleep in later than that?" He crossed his arms once the other was gone and followed him over to the counter, sliding off his chair. "Here, let me help you..." He cleaned up his own mess before taking Feliciano's plate and cleaning it off as well. At least he didn't mind cleaning. You could probably say that cleaning was a hobby. Makes him sound even more like a loser.

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[ don't worry! no problem ]

Warm brown eyes as wide as they could go, Feliciano stuttered an incredulous response. "Wh— n-nine? Of course I sleep later than that! On weekends, anyway. I wish I could sleep later on weekdays, but I can't afford to. I take naps between classes sometimes, though." He giggled at himself. "Yeah, I'm pretty lazy. Sleep is really nice, though." He trailed off, eyes dreamy, before yawning languidly. "Do you at least go to bed early, Ludwig? You have to take care of yourself." Smiling warmly, he added "Or else you'll get sick."

As Ludwig began to help, Feliciano's chest puffed in mock competence. "It's okay, you're my guest! I can do it!" Trying to head the other man off, Feli promptly slipped on some soapy water he'd been trying to clean the counter with and careened into him. "N-no really, I've got this!" Clinging to Lud in order to get upright, he snatched the plates and loaded everything into the dishwasher before the German could protest. Slamming it shut and holding the counter tightly, he turned around, surveying the kitchen. He was a mess, oh my god. Was he usually this much of a mess? Feliciano really didn't think so. Was he was just now noticing? Maybe Lovino had a point, maybe he really just was bad at taking care of himself. He really thought he had been doing okay.

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Ludwig couldn't help but chuckle cause the other slept in so late. He was used to getting up at like six in the morning for work and everything, he had never really wanted to sleep in. He rolled his eyes at the other sleeping through his classes because that was rather immature... "Uh, I got to bed around ten o'clock."

"God, Feliciano, watch yourself," Ludwig growled as he slipped, grabbing the other to help him study before giving off another sigh. He must be crazy when he was home alone- or was only this clumsy when Ludwig was around. He didn't know. But, the Italian seemed in a rush to beat him to everything which made the blond's lips twitch into a small smile with a scowl if that was possible. He followed his line of sight, though, glancing down at him. "You might want to clean your apartment. You're going to get yourself killed from all the things on the floor, Feli."

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[ I adore your signature y/y ]

"Oh, okay. Well then at least you get enough sleep." He said, no longer worried. It seemed, however, that Ludwig had absorbed his worry, what with the way he was now fussing. "I-I'm sorry!" He looked up at the other man, hoping he hadn't truly upset him."I know, I know, I'm messy. I can do that, but I don't want to bore you. That seems rude." Shrugging, he mumbled "I'll clean either way." He rolled his eyes. "My brother would yell at me too, but he's as bad as I am. I just—" Worrying his lip, he paused. "I get so wrapped up in my art, sometimes I don't realize what I'm doing for hours on end. I suppose I really just like the distraction. But I don't think I'm unsafe, per se." In one fluid motion, he gathered a handful of paintbrushes and stored them upright in a container. "I could be wrong, though. I'm scatterbrained, I suppose. But it doesn't mean I'm stupid." He trailed off, waiting for the other to respond.

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[ have you watched over the garden wall??? ]

"You're not unsafe- your apartment's unsafe. You're not stupid, just messy." Ludwig snorted, shooting the other a look. His kitchen was literally the only thing organized. It was... weird. Well, not really. Ludwig's balcony was basically the only unorganized thing in his apartment, so mainly it just depended on the person, I guess. He followed the other, plucking things off the floor and piling it up in his arms as he went along before he discarded them on the couch. He didn't know if Feliciano actually wanted him or was willing to let him clean his living spaces, but Ludwig wasn't going to take no for an answer. He wasn't going to let the other slip on something on the floor and end up break something, like his neck. So, thinking this, the blond proceeded to fluff out each piece of clothing separately before neatly folding them into a pile on the couch.

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[ I have indeed watched it! ]

At first, Feliciano didn't notice Ludwig tailing him through his apartment. At first. Once he did, however, it was like he was a messy Mary Poppins. Whatever he cleaned up, Ludwig cleaned it better. It was like having a large, tidy puppy following him around, and he loved it. So much so that when the German shifted to the couch, Feliciano ended up following him instead. Arms full of art supplies, he could only sidle up to him and inspect why his attention wasn't focused on the Italian anymore. After seeing that it was just clothing to be folded, he sighed, "You really don't have to do that. I mean, you can, but you really don't have to. Is that really fun for you? I won't stop you, if it makes you feel better."

With that, he skipped off to his drawing board by the balcony, filing his art supplies away carefully. After a couple of trips back and forth, he joined Ludwig at the couch again, folding up a few of the scattered blankets, but saving one around his shoulders and draping another over Lud's back as he worked. "Thank you, Ludwig." He added. It was cold, after all. Keeping warm was important.

[ huehuehue we're secretly setting up all the other prompts yes ]