ｔｈｅ ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ ｂｅｌｏｗ ｍｅ

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Squirming and laughing even at the tiniest bit of tickling, Feliciano mock-scolded Ludwig, "H-hey, you dork. Stop that." Feli couldn't be less angry right now, he was honestly happy as a clam. A long-term thought of his was always wondering if clams were truly happy, but for this moment he'd let it go. Clams were so happy. Yeah, he was tired and felt a little gross from public transit, but whatever. He was going to spend Christmas with someone he loved, even if his blood relatives were out of the country! Well, technically, he was out of every country he could reference as home, but couldn't be more pleased with Lud asking him along. Already hugging (and being practically held by) Ludwig, it was easy to draw the line from hugs to a simple kiss, which he did quite contentedly. Unfortunately, though, they were immediately interrupted by sloppy dog tongue licking their faces. "Someone wants kisses too." With a laugh, he reached over to scratch the dogs' ears for them. "How on earth do we unpack with these little angels here?" Feli joked, purposely attempting to avoid the prospect of work.

[ we had this golden retriever we dog-sat who you couldn't hug or kiss anyone near because she WOULD get in between you (at supersonic speeds) for pets and snuggles of her own ;u; she was so cute I love dogs they're needy and cute ]

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"Little angels?" Ludwig scoffed, flashing a glance over to Blackie who was trying to wriggle himself in between Feli and himself. He continued to tickle him until his wrists started to ache from moving them so much to keep a handle on the squirming Italian. "I thought you said that you were starving, Feli, it's already eight." He slowly sat up, bringing his companion up with him in the process. Bending his wrists backwards to crack them and loosen up the tight muscles, his slightly slender fingers found Feliciano's waist yet again, and he decided it was a good idea to mercilessly tickle him again. Thankfully, Christoph (by observing the flash of blond hair at the doorway) had managed to spot the dogs, calling Berlitz and Aster away. Ludwig was also thankful that Christoph didn't say anything about his situation with Feliciano, due to he was practically on top of him, by just breezing past his room. "I'm going to have to keep tickling you if we don't unpack, besides Blackie's the only one left, so it should be much easier."

[ omg that's so cute //squee ]

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"Yes. All puppies are angels until proven otherwise." He recited, matter-of-fact. Feli didn't expect to be mercilessly attacked again, though, and got only a second to savor the surprising composure. Pretty soon, he was trying to escape Lud's ticklish grip, gasping for air between giggles. "N-not FAIR." He managed, trying to peel dog and human away, but ultimately failing. Feliciano seemed to be the weakest in the room... which was not too surprising, to be completely honest. Thankful for a reprieve but occasionally over-responding to any movements of the German by squirming if hands went too near his sides, Feliciano wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "Why are you so strong? Usually I can squirm out and escape tickling." He pouted at that, putting on a bit of a show. "Tickle people your own size." Any ill will, though, was immediately squandered by Feli nestling himself back into Lud's arms trustingly, eyes fluttering closed just for a second.

With a light scoff, the Italian shook his head. "I AM starving, but you're distracting." Feli's stomach chose that moment, of course, to grumble loudly, giving him away. With a breathless sigh, he nodded. "Fine, fine. How would you like me to help?"

[ why am I up ]

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"I'm not sure there's anyone about my size," Ludwig jokingly added. Although, the German didn't know that he was going to make the embarrassing noise of his life, hearing Feliciano's stomach rumble on cue. And that was a stupid little giggle. A giggle! To make matters worse, Feliciano had his head pressed against his chest. He had definitely caught the rumbling giggle that Ludwig had not meant to make. He couldn't get out of this one, so he turned his head to avoid eye contact. "Just pass me the clothes and tell me which drawers you want." He said, gently pulling Feli off of him to stand up and then held out his hand to help him up. He wasn't sure how long this would take, depending on how quickly Feli could chuck clothing out and how fast Lud could fold. The ultimate couple test before Feliciano's stomach got out of control.

[ i was up till 4am w h y ]

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Opening his eyes at the positively adorable noise that Ludwig made, Feliciano beamed up at him. Lud's face was flushed, so Feli didn't want to press it too much—that wouldn't be nice to make him feel bad for it. However, it was really sweet, and he genuinely hoped his eyes conveyed that adoration, rather than amusement. Before the German could scoot away, he wrapped his own arms around the other's neck, pulling him into another quick but strong hug.

Once Ludwig had moved on, Feliciano pulled himself up using the offered hand. "Well, it really doesn't matter... but because I'm short, I can take the lower ones." He hummed, trying to get the zipper on his bag working properly. It was probably stuck on the clothes he'd shoved in haphazardly, quite unlike Ludwig's careful packing style. "Whatever's easiest for you." That said, he gave up and moved to Lud's bag, which was much easier. Feli moved fast, handing Ludwig clothes and making sure not to unfold or wrinkle them—just in case that really bothered the German.

[ so rr y about the wa i t this is not very goo d ahh ]

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As the brunet passed him his own clothing, Ludwig carefully folded each garment and selected the bottom drawer because Feli was shorter. It didn't take that long to out away Feliciano's clothing and then even quicker for his already folded garments.

It didn't take that long, so it would be a positive for Feliciano's stomach. He gently ruffed the Italian's hair after the process of turning to face him, "We're good. What do you want to eat?" He didn't start walking though, unless Feli started to drag him along. He wanted to know what he wanted, first.

[ pshaw take ur time!!!! I can wait! ]

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"Uh, well. I don't know?" Feliciano was completely drawing a blank. His stomach grumbled accordingly, as empty as it was. "I have absolutely no idea what sort of food you have." As good as Feli was at remembering food-related things, he couldn't predict what there would be to eat in the first place. "I'm just going to have to trust you, then." Feliciano chirped happily, enjoying his own ability to subtly flatter Ludwig, which he planned on doing as much as possible. The German's relationship instincts were pretty on-par, even if he may feel awkward about it. Feli was a farily picky eater, but in predictable ways—and Ludwig always managed to find something he liked. "Can we go get it now?" He plied, pulling gently on Ludwig's arm. "Please?" Somehow managing to think of something other than food, as hungry as he was, he looked at the clock. "How long will food take? What do we do after food?"

[ it already feels like ages since I got to school ugh ]

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Rolling his eyes a bit at the sudden influx of questions, not very surprised though, Ludwig took a step out from under the doorway and into the hallway. "It depends on what you pick, and we can do whatever you want afterwords. We have to take a shower soon or later." Mumbled the German. He extended his hand outwards if Feliciano wanted to grab it. Even literally only having been Feliciano's boyfriend for two days now, he couldn't get over how their relationship was so natural and so easy to slip into. He had only known the other for about three or four months— it felt like so much more. A couple of centuries, maybe. It wasn't until the other day did Ludwig finally acknowledge, or perhaps the emotions emerged, that he selfishly wanted Feliciano to be his forever (no matter their relationship). The Italian had been one of the only people that Ludwig could show his more vulnerable emotions to, and for the most part have them returned. He could be affectionate (just not in public for the most part), his rare natural smile would present itself, he could trust Feliciano with his life, and he knew that most the most part, that made Feliciano happy.

[ ikr schools sucks and today feels like a thursday when its actually a wednesday no ]

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[ why is lud so cute someone stop him ]

When Ludwig extended his hand hesitantly, Feliciano smiled before enthusiastically taking it. Though Feli had held his hand and hugged him before they were together, he'd become just a tad bit shyer with the romantic stuff, and Feli thought it was really sweet. It seemed he didn't want to put off the Italian, but of course Feli didn't stop clinging very easily. Ludwig had absolutely nothing at all to worry about, but Feliciano knew to reassure him anyway. "Wow, we do? How big is your shower?" He joked, knowing Ludwig would get super embarrassed by such a statement. Feli loved it when he was embarrassed, though he tried not to purposely embarrass him in public. As far as he was concerned, everything was innocent unless proven otherwise. Still, he considered himself lucky that the German liked him enough to deal with his—sometimes overbearing—optimistic personality. Enthralled that Ludwig and himself worked so well together—as perfect complements, if he did say so himself—Feli brought Lud's larger hand to his mouth and placed a light kiss just below the knuckle. "You know what I like for food, help me choose something." He murmured, squeezing the paler hand in his. It was his self-appointed job to try and make Ludwig feel super important and super loved. Feliciano thought he was doing quite well so far, but it was still the beta-testing period, after all. He'd up his game somehow.

[ at least my class is at 12:30 tomorrow but STILL I am v tired ;n; ]

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[ they're both adorable!!! i'm dying. how can two ppl be so perfect for each other it kills me ]

At such a vulgar comment that Ludwig was not expecting, his whole face flushed, the hot red spreading all the way to his ear tips. Why did Feliciano have to be so good at flirting? and why did he have to suck so badly at it? "That's for me to know, and you to find out," Ludwig joked in reply accompanying a smile. Goodness, and when Feliciano softly pressed his lips to his hand, Ludwig felt like a princess with a prince charming. If it was Feliciano's goal to be the most affectionate, the German now felt slightly determined to shower his Italian counterpart with adoration and small kisses (maybe longer ones sometimes— he was selfish) for the whole time they were in Germany, and for as long as they were together. Right now, though, he felt a small spark and confidence to rise to the challenge.

With the brunet's words slicing through his musings, he led the other down the stairs and into the kitchen. First was to the raid the cabinets for anything they could possibly eat, and Ludwig was just a bit disappointed to see they didn't have any type of pasta to make for the other. Some days, the blond idid get tired of eating pasta, some days he would just suck it up and eat it since Feliciano always looked so happy to make it. Moving to the fridge, they had better luck. "Uhhh... looks like there's meatballs, bread dumplings, mashed potatoes, and a bunch of other foods that who knows what they are." Ludwig's voice trailed off as he crouched in front of the refrigerator and rummaged through everything. Some of the things were literally half eaten (those pigs). "There's some desserts and other things in here if you want to look, Feli." He scooted just a little bit away from the machine, watching the other with a soft expression. Boy, he was tired.

[ oh goodness you're so lucky. i wanna sleep in. school gets out at 1:30 tomorrow so thats perf ]