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a one on one about hetalia in an apartment building starring Feliciano and Ludwig
please do not post unless you are one of those people ↑ ↑

❀ 3am the fire alarm in our apartment complex went off let me lend you my jacket while we wait
❀ The guy living below me has a loud alarm that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
❀ Investigate a scream and found my neighbor who lives above me standing on a chair
❀ Someone keeps stealing my doormat (its probably that neighbor)
❀ The apartment above me has left their tap on or something water is LEAKING THROUGH MY CEILING

ludwig and feliciano reside in an apartment complex ❀
feliciano lives on the sixth floor ❀
while ludwig lives on the fifth floor ❀
and they both have balconies ❀
who knows what will happen ❀

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setting: xx
time period: present day
pairings: GerIta
season: late fall
month: November
weather: xx

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save for this topic like whoa

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Ludwig did not mean to be that neighbor. He would set his alarm every night before going to bed to six thirty sharp. Despite getting up 'that' early, Ludwig was not a morning morning person. He would lay in bed for a little while to fully wake up and maybe be a grump until seven thirty when he would actually walk downtown to New Scotland Yard to do his job as a police officer.

Ludwig was exactly sure, but today did not feel like one of those days. With the alarm clock blaring in his ear, he just felt tired of it. Besides, it was a stupid Saturday and rarely did he get to take those days. Surely they wouldn't miss him for one day. Ludwig felt a little guilty at these thoughts but fumbled for the phone and smacked the alarm clock to be quiet and called work. And after the call, he was supposedly 'sick' today.

With that out of the way, Ludwig hoped to fall back asleep and was happily in the process of until something in the bloody kitchen started bleeping. The German growled from having shoved his blond head into his pillow before frustratingly throwing his covers off and storming into the kitchen to turning off whatever noise. Turned out to be his dyer from when he had set it when he got up to the bathroom in the night. A little embarrassing he had forgotten all about.

He wasn't sure what to do now. The sun was know starting to shimmer through the curtains in his apartment, but thankfully his bedroom was not facing the sunlight. But, it was a pretty morning. For November in England, it was in the late forties (˚F), and could be enjoyable if you liked somewhat colder weather which Ludwig was secretly fond of.

Grabbing a cup of coffee from the kitchen, the blond stepped out onto his balcony. It was decorated with a flower box and a potted plant on the side that were light colors and did not need much light. He had hung flowers from the ceiling too on top of his balcony, the flowers pouring over and sometimes in the wind ended up hitting him in the face. But right now, he leaned on the railing, sipping at the coffee and watching the traffic troll by.

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I am so so so sorry thank you for bumping this I got too excited on tuesday (which was election day too ugh) and didn't like what I wrote enough and then promptly forgot because school ah I'm trash I'll be better from now on

Sleep was a wonderful thing. It gives your brain time to rest and recuperate from all of that pesky conscious thinking, and gives your body a chance to lose itself in hella comfy blanket-and-pillow land. One could paint endless beauty from dreams and nighttime inspiration, and that was time to cherish. In short, naturally, Feliciano was not a morning person.

Especially not before seven a.m. On a Saturday. The first shrill beeping through his floor was frustrating, but the second round of electronic shrieking was the real trigger. Just because the neighbor has no life doesn't mean I have to get up as well, he grumbled, conveniently leaving out the fact that his definition of "a life" had been staying up until a little past three to work on a particularly frustrating bout of airbrushed feathering. Cocooning himself in his comforter, he shuffled through his cozy apartment, trying to locate the source of the noise.

Now standing directly above the electronic nemesis, Feliciano briefly wondered if an acceptable response would be to throw himself onto the floor dramatically. That is, until he thought of a less painful and much more poetic revenge. Quite literally, to be honest.
Tired and grumpy, he retrieved one sheet of paper and a hot-pink pen from his art supplies, and placed himself on the floor next to his balcony's sliding-glass door. Quickly, he scribbled on the paper in his characteristic airy cursive.

Roses are dumb
Mornings are too
Turn down your alarms
Or I'm going to smack you

Pleased with the result, Feliciano fashioned it into a paper airplane whose design he was quite proud of for this ungodly hour. Well, he was nothing if not artistic. Opening the door, he tiptoed outside, flinching back when he heard movement from below. Sneaking to the railing, he could just see a coffee cup attached to an arm a few feet down. Perfect. In an unrepeatable feat of physics and timing, he dropped the plane directly. into. the. cup. Delighted, he beat a hasty retreat into his apartment and straight back to bed. In a much better mood, he sleepily concluded that the rude awakening couldn't have gone any better, really.

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[ oh no you're fine! i don't mind waiting lol ]

At first, when a kur-pl-unck hit his ears and the sound of his coffee giving off a splash, his eyes immediately gaze upwards to the sky. It was Ludwig's first thought that maybe a bird had, you know, into his cup of coffee. As he looked down, maybe he was sort of happy but also mystified to find a paper airplane in his cup. That wasn't something you woke up everyday to see. Honestly, Ludwig had never heard of someone's paper airplane falling into his cup of coffee. It sounds like it would be from those sappy and cheesy romantic comedies that most of the women seemed to like these days. He didn't care for romantic comedies. But the paper airplane was beginning to sink into his coffee and gingerly pulled it out before setting his cup of coffee out to the side on a table.

Who would throw a paper airplane into his cup of coffee? Ludwig was absolutely sure there were no children in the floors directly above him and craned his head to see if anyone was on their balcony. Just in time, he saw a blur of a reddish brown color and a shut of their glass door. The balcony directly above his head. Sighing, Ludwig glanced down at the paper again before seeing a smear of color emerging from the other. Oh? They had decided to write a note to him too.

A sigh escaped his lips. Couldn't they just tell him in person without ruining his cup of coffee? He was still going to drink it. There was no point in wasting it. After reading the note, Ludwig stared at it for a while with a raised eyebrow. Obviously his neighbor did not like him, or something. He did feel a little bit guilty for waking up that early on a Saturday morning, but it was his job. Besides, his alarm clock wasn't even that loud.

Ludwig placed the dripping wet airplane, ink now no longer readable, and went into his apartment. He grabbed a couple piece of blank, printer paper. He wasn't going to write a poem. He wasn't very talented in the artistic areas and being creative with those things.

Sorry, I'm a police officer. And it isn't really that loud.

He folded it into an airplane, being a perfectionist and all until he got it exactly right. Ludwig leaned against his railing and chucked it up to the other's balcony above him. The airplane fluttered around a bit, coming slightly close to landing on the balcony before plummeting five stories below and to the ground. Ludwig followed it with his eyes and swore at his misfortune. Thank god he had brought out another sheet of paper.

Sorry, I work for the police. My alarm isn't loud, anyways. Put down carpet or buy some rugs.

This one should work better. It was longer and had a better explanation to and something to prevent the problem as well. His alarm wasn't even loud! He grumbled under his breath as he folded it and aimed for the balcony above him yet again. It flew, did a loop-de-loop before landing safely on his neighbor's porch. There. Finally, goodness gracious.

And with that finally over with, Ludwig went back to drinking his coffee. It didn't taste funny. Good.

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Just as he was about to doze off again, he heard a sharp *thwap* sound, and his eyes shot open. Hurriedly approaching his balcony doors, he noticed a small plane lying on its side, with a nose bent from impact. They'd sent a response! Feliciano was thrilled. Opening his door just enough for him to grab the airplane, he pulled it in and quickly shut out the freezing weather. Okay, maybe it wasn't that cold, but everything was cold to Feliciano, who loved summer weather.

Quickly unfolding the plane, he laughed at the response. Okay, no sleep for him this morning, this was too much fun. He'd be sure to be nicer this time. Retrieving his atrociously-colored pink pen and deciding on a floral-printed paper this time (Feliciano's notes always looked enthusiastic just like him, he made sure of it), he scribbled another note.

It's far too cold in the UK not to have carpeting, I have plenty! Your alarm just has an obnoxious pitch, it comes right up through my bedroom vents. Anyway, Hello officer! Shouldn't you be at work? Or at least on duty? I have a nuisance complaint to file. ;3

Licking his lips, he hesitated before adding an anecdote.

Sorry about your coffee,
xoxo

P.S. You have to admit that was amazing aim though

He smiled, content with the response. Folding it quickly, he ran outside and, hoping the neighbor was still present, tossed it down before skipping back inside. Humming despite lack of sleep, he began to steep some tea (and make some espresso, who was he kidding), before settling down on the couch with his watercolors. The sky was pretty at this hour, and he rarely saw it. Might as well take advantage.

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Ludwig took the paper airplane as it came and smacked into his leg, otherwise he might have not noticed. He read the note carefully, raising an eyebrow in question before amusement flickered into his eyes. His neighbor didn't seem like such a bad person from their notes. He would offer to maybe go down to the lobby and get something for them for waking them up, but Ludwig wasn't that kinda of person that threw his money here and there like that.

He took out another piece of paper and his pen again to write his neighbor a reply. Honestly, how long were they going to send notes to each other? Writing was much better than actually talking and easier for Ludwig to keep up with the conversation, so, he wasn't complaining.

I'm "sick". Today is just one of those days. Anyways, my coffee is fine. It tastes fine, so I'm going to drink it anyways. And, it was a pretty good aim, I'll give you that.

Ludwig snorted and folded his note once again and chucked it up to the balcony above him. Thank goodness, Thai time it made it. The blond had a good aim, hand-eye coordination too, but throwing it up in the air was hard, having gravity against it. Also, it did help that he was tall though.

He ran a hand through his hair with a small sigh, heading back inside. He was getting cold, even with help of the coffee to warm him up, but he was getting tired of standing out. Ludwig slid open the glass door and closed it behind him, looking around his apartment for something to do.

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Big swirls of pink, orange, and cyan adorned the sky, changing with the wind and growing brighter every second. Feliciano was so happy to see this right now. The view was beautiful, and his floor was perfect—just tall enough to see the skyline at dawn. After snapping a few pictures for later reference, he'd started with a deep blue, using salt technique for stars, and slowly transitioned to bright oranges for optimal contrast. Satisfied, he switched to black paint, and scrawled directly on the watercolor. I'd ask why you're even up when you're "sick," but I'll forgive you this time. The sky is really beautiful today. Smiling, he added a dedication as well. "To the one who gets up way, way too early."

Cheerily slipping on his warmest sweater, he rifled through his art supplies until he found bright red yarn (yes, for knitting). As an added apology, he grabbed a small two-serving packet of coffee grounds—but not the terrible kind, his nonno had sent this from home. It was his favorite italian mix, and he hoped it wasn't too weird for the neighbor's tastes. Whoever they were, they didn't seem very adventurous. Fastening both string and packet to the paper securely, he dashed outside, and tossed it over the edge like a kite. Watching the wind swirl the excess paint just as he'd hoped, Feliciano lowered the paper on the yarn, trying to get it in a position where it would stay still and not fly off in the wind. The neighbor didn't seem to be there, but would find it eventually. He stayed for another moment, looking out over the city, before the cold drove him back inside to warmth and comfort.

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It was a beautiful morning. Ludwig couldn't exactly see the horizon from his balcony though, the skyscrapers covering his view but the colors bounced off the reflective windows on the buildings. As he gazed out the window as he perched on his couch. In the morning, he was usually too grumpy or too busy to actually notice beautiful the sunrise was becoming these days. Normally it was always beautiful, but the winter atmosphere made it glow a bit brighter and enjoy the warmth it had to bring while the rest of the world remained a tad bit shivering.

As he stared out into the distance, Ludwig managed to spot a hand lowering a slip of paper and the package slowly making it's way down between his neighbor's balcony and floating in front of his. Today was probably going to be the day he would use this balcony the most in his life so far, he felt a feeling or had been this social with anyone in his apartment building whatsoever. He sighed as he stood up and waited until the package and piece of paper were only moving because of the soft, London breeze drifting in to head outside again. His pale, milky white arms extended as he told out of the gift and quickly headed back inside.

Reading it, amusement flickered to life in his blue eyes. That was rare. He did set that off to the side and onto the dinning room where he had collected all the notes from earlier this morning, the first paper airplane was starting to finally dry by now. Doing so, he turned his attention back to the package. Ludwig recognized the brand of coffee, usually the experience kind you found in those imported little shops nestled in the caverns of London very rarely. He could tell it was written in Italian, which was a little bit obvious, but mystified why his neighbor would send them these.

Ludwig slipped on some moccasins over his wool socks and fixed his thick sweater so that it would make the trip. With the package and his keys, the blond left his apartment and locked the heavy door behind him. He pressed the button for the sixth floor as he stepped into the elevator and swiftly made his way out and down to the apartment directly above him which probably had the same number as he had but with a six instead a five. He made his way to the door, staring at it and taking a deep breath before he knocked gingerly on it. Shoot. He had forgotten to comb his hair back and was still a mess from his sleep earlier. Not to mention he probably looked ridiculous, a buff guy in a knitted, grey sweater and plain black and white plaid pajama pants and warm brown moccasins and cream white with military green polka dot socks. Jesus, he was a mess. Hopefully his neighbor wouldn't mind. He was just here to return the coffee.

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I'm dying over here my roommate is making fun of me

In a characteristic act of Felicianic (coined by his brother, naturally) carelessness, he'd spread his sunrise-fueled art supplies out all over his living room and its beautiful cream rug. In a similar vein of Felicianic dumb luck, he hadn't come close to getting a drop of paint anywhere on it. A normal person would've been more careful, but he wasn't exactly normal, either. If he got it anywhere, he'd already decided to just let it happen and submit the whole stupid rug for part of his thesis. And on the rug, in his typical blanket cocoon, was where he was nestled when he was shaken from his artistic reverie by a soft knock at his door.

What on Earth? He glanced at the clock, immediately ruling out his older brother. Wait, what if—already?—His eyes shot to the mirror by his door. Well, he looked fine. His hair was all curly from sleep, but he rather liked it that way. In his oversized deep blue sweater and plaid boxers, he just looked like a tired grad student, which he was. Eh, whatever. Might as well be genuine!

Unlocking the door, he breathed in before opening it more confidently than he felt. Ah, wow. He'd hoped for a new friend, but the man standing there had so much more potential than he could've hoped for. Eyes sparkling, he took in the sight in front of him, ending with the coffee packet in the newcomer's hands. Smile widening, he chirped "Oh, good, you accepted my invitation." He reached forward and plucked the drink from the other. "Lemme brew you a cup, it's great for winter sicknesses." He winked, still playing up the "I'm sick" response. Motioning to his pristine kitchen, which differed greatly in cleanliness than the rest of his apartment—Can't cook in a dirty kitchen, his grandpa always quipped, and oh, did Feliciano love to cook— he questioned "You wanna... come in, then, perhaps? It's warmer inside." Bright brown eyes adopting their puppy-dog tendency, he stared expectantly at the other, hoping desperately that he wanted to be friends as well.