ｔｈｅ ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ ｂｅｌｏｗ ｍｅ

[zombles]

[ oh my godd YES, very very good. i was going to make a crossover roleplay between hetalia and otgw but i wasn't sure that anyone else wa sin both fandoms... ]

"No one can live in a place as messy as this!" The blond huffed, scolding Feliciano lightly- he didn't intend to sound mean, but Ludwig did not want the other tripping on discarded clothing items and such. Silly way to get hurt. He continued to fold the clothes, being a perfectionist when it came to cleaning of course. He made sure all there were no creases, no side was longer than the other as he folded. "Ja, I like cleaning. So does my brother, believe it or not."

Soon, getting through half the clothing that he had finished folding, he felt a nice warm blanket draped over his shoulders. He smiled just a bit before it disappeared and he cleared his throat to talk. "Are all these clothes dirty? Because I can wash them."

[ soon they'll be in L O V E ;D ]

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[ aha, well, you've got me! ]

Feliciano listened intently as the other spoke. Humming softly when the other had finished, he responded "People who have dynamic personalities are really interesting to me." He should clarify that, huh. "And I don't always mean lively like me. I mean, they are fluid, y'know, hidden depths, etcetera, etcetera." Beginning to help him fold, Feliciano added "I've been working on a portrait series, right, where I try to paint as someone just talks about what they love. It turns out really beautiful, somehow. I can see some beautiful colors when I listen." His voice got softer, as it always did when he talked about his art projects.

Snapping back to the present, he finally registered the query. "Well, I don't think they should be. At least, not most of them. I mean, underwear and socks and school clothes go in my hamper, the floor is kinda for stuff I wear once, or around my apartment, but I don't feel like they need to be cleaned yet... does that make sense? That feels like sort of a waste, don't you think?" Laughing lightly, he added "Besides, you shouldn't have to do my laundry."

[ yes of course ]

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Ludwig's lips twitched into a small smile at the description of his art, glancing over at the other in a shy manner, trying to to reveal to him that he was smiling. He kind of wanted him to notice it, but not yet. Not yet. Oh how the other could switch topics so quickly. It was different, good kind of different.

Ludwig snorted at his idea of wearing the things over and over again. He shook his head. "Sure, but still, it's going to start smelling and then you'll be left with no clothes." He fretted before collecting all the clothing into his arms. He rolled his eyes at the comment. "I'll just wash it with my laundry. I need to do it anyways. Might as well save water."

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Feliciano started at the sudden decision. "W-wha... okay!" This all was a bit of a mild shock. "A-are you sure?" Eyes shining with admiration, he tried to pull himself together. "You're so nice, Ludwig." His apartment looked so much better, he was being helped with his laundry, and he had a new friend? Because he'd been woken up early and decided to make a snarky paper airplane? Feliciano had never had a better saturday. "Also, hey," He added in mock offense; "I always smell amazing. And I'm sure you'd say I have too many clothes, honestly." It was true, his family bought him clothes constantly. Not that he'd ever complain! They always picked out nice things.

Now realizing that this meant Ludwig would have to leave, Feliciano suddenly panicked. "Wait, can I come with?" He said with a small whine, tugging lightly on Lud's shirt. "I mean—if you don't want me—I can stay, it's alright, I just, I could help?" He shook his head, disappointed. "Ahh, I'm making less sense the longer I'm up. That's backwards." Still, he met the German's line of sight with the best puppy eyes he could manage, and a teensy pout. If this worked on his brother, it'd work on anyone... right?

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Ludwig nodded in confirmation. "Of course, always," he remarked sarcastically to his joking-ness with a subtle eye roll. He headed to the other's door, fumbling with it before realizing that it was locked. Wow. That's sad. Silly him. He unlocked it, standing in the doorway and facing the brunet.

"Yeah, fine Feli," He sighed, glancing down at the shorter man. Ludwig averted his eyes from the puppy eyes since they were a bit too cute. Almost unnaturally cute. He used one hand to usher the other outside into the hallway, folding up the blanket Feliciano had placed on his shoulders and placing it inside the apartment before closing the door. "We have to go to my apartment first, though, I have to grab a basket and my clothes as well."

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Beaming, he bounded after the other, grabbing his keys on the way over. "What, I do! I'm very fragrant." To be honest, that was something he was most happy about, especially when meeting new people. He took regular showers and always had lotion with him—he had to take care of his hands, or else he couldn't paint. He was always in excellent condition, even if he didn't eat too much outside of carbohydrates or clean his apartment enough. But hey, Ludwig was having trouble with the door handle, so everyone messes up sometimes. Oh no, that was really endearing. He stifled a giggle, not wanting the other man to think he was making fun, really, he wasn't. Feliciano just really loved seeing people be human, y'know. Not flawless. Not that Feliciano thought Ludwig was flawless. Uh.

Retaining his own blanket for warmth, he let Ludwig gently push him out into the hall. "Yay! That's exciting." He chirped, tailing the other as closely as he could without running into him directly. Feli had quite the habit of latching on to people, only dropping back once to grab a shirt that had fallen before rushing back to the German's side. He was sort of like a puppy on a leash, grabbing the other's sleeve upon his return, and simply following the other's lead.

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"I wouldn't think going to someone's apartment is that exciting..." Possibly, maybe their senses of fun were just totally different. That's what it seemed like. Well- not totally different. Ludwig liked art, Feliciano loved art. But having this difference was nice.

He glanced down at the other over the pile of clothing, giving a grateful nod seeing as that Feliciano had just gone back to pick something up that he had dropped. So nice, wasn't he? He didn't mind the Italian's hand reaching out and enclosing around his sleeve. One thing that did bug him was the fact that he wasn't used to the presence of another person that followed him around. Everyone he knew in his life were mostly independent creatures. That seemed like it wasn't the case for his newfound friend here.

Due to that the apartment building was one of the quite older ones, it did not have an elevator in it yet and they were stuck with a flight or two of stairs to the next level. Coming up to the staircase, Ludwig held the clothes out to the side before trying his hardest to make it down the stairs without tripping and falling on his face.

Thank goodness that he was success in his endeavours. It just took a minute longer than it would normally. No harm down. He tossed it up a little bit to get a better grip on the clothes before double checking that his friend was still with him. His apartment was only a little ways walk from here. Ludwig started down the hallway, managing to hold everything with one arm while the other shifted through his pockets to take out his keys. He held them out to Feliciano.

"Can you unlock the door for me please? It's two doors after this."

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"It's your apartment," Feliciano noted merrily, still standing close—not enough to trip over, though—and making sure Ludwig wasn't going to topple over while going down the stairs. That would be terrible! He didn't want the other man to get injured. "So it's exciting. New things are exciting, silly. Actually, lots of old things are exciting too. Everything is a little exciting." He registered that "exciting" sounded less and less like a word. "Anyway, the world needs people who think everything is beautiful and exciting and full of potential."

Squeaking happily in consent to the other's request, he dashed ahead with the keys, looking for the door with his number, just 100 lower. Their balconies aligned, obviously, so they had to be the same. Not wanting to go in without Ludwig, though, he held the key in the lock as the German approached, only pushing it open so the owner could go in first. That's only respectful, right?

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Ludwig soon got to his door with a smile, thankfully forced smile to be exact. He was just trying to be nice even though it may not have come out like a genuine smile. Oh well. Hopefully it got his point across. He took a step inside his apartment, dropping Feliciano's clothing on the coffee table before heading into his own room. He had plenty of baskets, and a big one too which they could probably need. "Would you mind closing the door behind you?" Ludwig yelled.

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[ sorry about that! Rough week. Home for thanksgiving though hey-oh ]

Gently closing the door behind him, Feliciano swept his gaze over the apartment, eyes wide. Ludwig's apartment was beautiful. Pristine, shiny, everything in its place—it looked perfect. Well, almost perfect. Making a frame with his hands, he could spot the exact places (4, in fact) that could desperately use a painting. Tapping his foot gently, he thought on how he'd remedy this problem. Because Feliciano would be remedying this problem. Wow, he had such a pretty balcony, too! Look at all those beautiful plants.

Trying to find Ludwig, he stepped quietly over to the bedroom area—or at least, where his bedroom was upstairs. Hands on the doorframe, he peeped his head into the room, questioning. "Lud? Can I help?" Man, it was so clean in here too. He was so, so neat. "Sorry. I hope I'm not intruding. I won't touch anything." He joked, smiling widely.