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Post by North Italy on May 22, 2013 15:11:22 GMT -5
If circumstances hadn’t been so dire, Feliciano would have found a great deal of humour in the stern expression that stole over Ludwig’s face after he’d played with his hair. It was a shame that the situation meant that he could not laugh and tease as he had been prone to do a few years prior.
Still Feliciano felt a sense of consolation in the fact that Ludwig did not pull his hand away from his touch, and that his expression appeared so sincerely mystified by his confession of trust. Clearly the German had not been expecting such words, and Feliciano was secretly glad that he had spoken them. Ludwig needed a little reassurance now and then; at least this was Feliciano’s thinking. The feeble attempt at a smile further solidified that opinion in his mind, and Feliciano retuned it readily.
Allowing himself to be turned and placed in a far less comfortable grip, Feliciano obediently fell into step in front of the German as he opened the door and guided him outside the office.
He hadn’t allowed himself to look at his surroundings when he’d first arrived; his single-minded determination had driven nearly all thoughts from his mind whilst he’d quested to find his friend. However now he looked about him curiously, taking in the aesthetics of the building and admitting to himself that they were far more pleasing than the dingy little house behind the bakery he’d been hiding in. Perhaps his stay here wouldn’t be so unpleasant?
Almost immediately he felt ashamed for having such a thought. Ludwig, friend though he was, was still on the side of his now enemy; and if he had any self-respect left he should be trying to fight this capture… Not only that but if his time here was tolerable, he’d feel guilty for having an easier time than other prisoners; he could endure far worse than they could after all being a nation.
He tried to sort through the jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions flooding his mind, and finally decided to just take an attitude of ‘what will be, will be’, for now at least. He trusted Ludwig, he honestly did. And despite all that had happened and all that likely would happen he cared for the man. He’d listen to him, and do as he said (to a point anyway).
As they entered a more populated area of the building, Feliciano schooled his features into an angry, miserable scowl. It wouldn’t do for him to enter their midst as a captive looking perfectly calm about the whole affair. However he’d decided against pretending to struggle, in case it attracted unwanted actions from the other soldiers. He walked in front of Ludwig as meekly as possible, eyes flicking occasionally to rest upon a familiar face or two amongst the crowd of troops.
Their progress was halted by a soldier who saluted and spoke to Ludwig in clipped, efficient tones. Feliciano ducked his head, but listened intently, a flutter of fear an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of his stomach as the soldier suggested taking him away from Ludwig’s side.
He hadn’t thought of that… Ludwig might make this capture tolerable, maybe even fairly pleasant in private, but other soldiers would not be nearly so accommodating.
Feliciano looked up and met the other soldier’s gaze with what he hoped was unwavering stubbornness… Maybe if he looked troublesome they might retract the offer of taking over?
His idea was for nothing as Ludwig spoke up. He needn’t have worried, at least for the time being, Ludwig was going to deal with him. He tried not to let relief show on his face as he was guided along to a staircase, surprisingly devoid of any activity and apparently abandoned.
Why was he leading him this way?
Feliciano wanted to ask, but kept his silence, not wanting to rouse suspicion should any soldiers appear.
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Post by Germany on May 22, 2013 15:59:45 GMT -5
Ludwig was glad that Feliciano had acted the part of the miserable prisoner and was even more pleased when he didn’t have to deal with needless struggling. He knew that Feliciano wouldn’t try to make a break for it but it was nice knowing that no other soldier needed to get involved. So as they started making their way up to the top floor Ludwig slowly released the Italian so he was no longer in such an awkward hold.
“I figured it would be better if we weren’t being watched at every moment. There’s only so much acting I can keep up.” He explains lightly having sensed the curiosity arise in his smaller companion.
He made sure to keep behind Feliciano, he wanted to trust the small Italian but it was in his nature to suspect everything especially during wartime. This stairwell also gave him the quietness he needed to think over what he needed to do with Feliciano because it was clear he couldn’t stay here. It was also clear that he couldn’t come back with him to Berlin if ever that happened. As much as Ludwig hated to admit this, there was really only one solution and he couldn’t help the frustration overcome him at that thought.
If he wanted everything to go right, he’d have to plan this extensively and he wouldn’t be able to tell Feliciano about it until they were long gone from German occupied territory. Ludwig’s lips thinned once again as he pinched the bridge of his nose. There would be only one opportunity for this and he couldn’t mess it up, for Feliciano’s sake.
It was almost hard to believe that Ludwig had been ridiculously angry just moments earlier at the man walking in front of him. He hadn’t quite forgiven Feliciano but he was certainly in the process of doing so. A part of him just wished things could go back to normal, back to the headache of having to save Feliciano from every single thing, not all the time mind you, but enough.
There was just one more stairwell before they reached the top and Ludwig reached up gently grasping the smaller man’s shoulder. When he knows no one is about to fall he turns the other around so that Feliciano is looking at him. Since Ludwig was a few steps down it was the first time he had ever looked up at the Italian. “Feliciano listen.” He starts off softly. “After we cross through these doors we can no longer be on friendly terms. So I want you to know that I will come visit you as much as I can…but please refrain from doing something you and I will regret.”
His gaze shifted to the ground for a second before back up to Feliciano’s brown ones. “Everything will be fine….okay.” It may not be fine for Ludwig later on but it would be for Feliciano, he would make sure of it, no matter the consequences.
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Post by North Italy on May 22, 2013 16:37:19 GMT -5
Feliciano kept his inquisitiveness in check as they ascended the stairway, it was quiet here, almost peaceful… and Feliciano was more than happy to let that continue for as long as possible. He knew deep down that things would be less relaxing once he was placed in the room the other soldiers had been ordered to set up for him.
He blinked in mild surprise as Ludwig dropped the pretence of being his captor and released his arms, and Feliciano gently rubbed at his wrist, slightly sore where Ludwig had grasped it, but otherwise fine. His head turned a little as Ludwig spoke and Feliciano felt a soft smile appear at his explanation. It was kind of him to think that way…
Taking each stair carefully, and perhaps a little slower than Ludwig may have liked, Feliciano took the time granted to them to glance back intermittently and study the German again. He seemed stressed, distracted and preoccupied by thoughts that were obviously unsettling for him. The Italian felt a small wave of guilt and sympathy wash over him as Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose.
He wished he could help him… not as an ally, no. He wanted to help Ludwig as a friend. Help him and just him, not the war he was still fighting.
He turned back to face the stairs ahead and worried his lower lip as he considered the matter. If only they weren’t so tied to their countries; he thought again wistfully. He could have joined the allies free of guilt and asked them to free Ludwig… or maybe Ludwig would have even joined him from the start if he’d had no responsibilities.
The gentle touch on his shoulder made his pause mid-step, and slowly turn back to face the German. It was a little odd, he mused, looking down at Ludwig instead of up… for some reason he didn’t enjoy the novelty of this and decided that surprisingly he actually preferred Ludwig having a height advantage over him. Funny, he’d always bemoaned being the shorter one in the past.
Words were spoken, and Feliciano forced himself to listen, for a strange fleeting moment he’d wanted nothing more than to hug Ludwig again and reassure him that everything would be alright… He wasn’t sure why exactly, but Ludwig just seemed concerned about something and that troubled Feliciano.
It was a disappointing reminder of their position that they couldn’t be on friendly terms from this point on, but it was one Feliciano had expected. He nodded and attempted to smile, hoping this would encourage Ludwig.
“Si, I won’t let you down.”
He said nothing else, Ludwig’s assurances that all would be fine made Feliciano’s chest warm gratefully; still there was a nagging suspicion there, twisting his stomach into knots… Something wasn’t quite right but he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason.
Unsure why he took his next action, but a little voice telling him it had been far too long, and would be far too long before he could do it again; Feliciano quickly used the advantage of being taller to duck his head and impulsively press his lips to Ludwig’s cheek. It was very swift, and barely a touch; as he didn’t want to cause his friend further grief.
“Thank you again, Ludwig.” That said, Feliciano turned back to continue up to the door at the top of the stairs.
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Post by Germany on May 22, 2013 17:07:52 GMT -5
Ludwig flushed at the kiss having not expected it at all. Usually, it was something he was accustomed too but now that things were different between them. This, the small kiss, no matter how much it had warmed him from the inside, it shouldn’t have been. There was a moment Ludwig wanted to say something about it but he couldn’t find any words that could describe what he felt or what he wanted to convey.
Then again, Feliciano had given Ludwig that much time to respond and instead he remained where he had stopped touching his cheek lightly. Oddly enough, it still tingled. His gaze followed after the small Italian and instead of taking one step at a time he took them in groups of two’s until he was right behind Feliciano. “I’m going to have to take a hold of you again.” He murmured taking a much gentler hold than last time so it would minimize the discomfort.
When he was sure he had a firm hold of the Italian he opened the door and with a gentle squeeze of Feliciano’s wrist he guided him forward so that they came out on the top floor. This floor was much brighter considering there were no tinted windows and there was something about their surroundings that emitted some sort of tranquility. It was as if time had stopped for just a moment and things were finally looking up.
The daze that Ludwig had fallen under was quickly broken when he spotted the soldier he had been talking to earlier.
“Generalfeldmarshall Beilschmidt!” The man called to him saluting him from where he had stopped. “The room is ready and we’ve placed two guards outside of the door, just in case.”
Ludwig’s gaze fell upon the man and he gave him a curt nod. “Ja, danke. You’re dismissed.” He said simply as he continued to guide Feliciano forward. As the soldier had explained there were indeed two guards at the door and they looked almost relieved they were doing guard duty rather than the many other duties that they could have been doing.
“Doors.” Ludwig spoke up. “Open the doors.”
The first guard was quick to react as he took hold of the handle and opened the door wide enough for the both of them to enter. When the door was closed behind them Ludwig released Feliciano. His gaze scanned the room and it looked exactly how he remembered it the first time they had marched on Rome and took the capital over. It was more than enough room for Feliciano and the place had ample things to pass the time when Feliciano was left alone.
The good thing about the room was that Feliciano would have his privacy from the guards. So there was no worry there, if it had been an issue. “I’ll come see you tomorrow and I’ll make sure they send up some food so you have something to eat.” He reassures as he heads back for the door knocking on it twice before it opens. “Try to get some sleep.”
With that, he exits, the door closing behind him as he heads off to prepare a few things.
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Post by North Italy on May 22, 2013 18:21:28 GMT -5
It was… difficult not to let a bright smile play over his features. As he’d began walking again he’d quickly realised that Ludwig was not following as he should, and so had cast a surreptitious glance back over his shoulder. Ludwig was stood on the same step he’d left him, touching the cheek he’d just kissed, and staring off into space.
Whatever had come over the German passed quickly however, and as Feliciano turned away and neared the top of the stairway he heard Ludwig rush to catch him up. His words were quiet and Feliciano stilled to let him grab hold of his arms again. Though this time he really wasn’t grabbed at all, the touch was a lot gentler; firm of course, but not gripping with any real force or pinching the skin…
Feliciano wondered at this for a moment until a light squeeze on his wrist urged him on. The door they went through led into a place far brighter, and in Feliciano’s opinion far more pleasant than the previous floors. Something about Ludwig’s countenance behind him caused Feliciano to feel strangely at ease in this place, and for a moment there was a comfortable silence as they walked on.
The Italian nearly jumped in surprise, and inwardly cursed when the same soldier from earlier called out. Ludwig seemed to gather himself together and guided him along towards another doorway.
Two guards? He supposed it was necessary but it made Feliciano a little uneasy. Still he trusted Ludwig’s judgement and fell back into his act of playing the disgruntled prisoner; scowling from under his curtain of hair. He was fairly certain the expression on his face would impress his brother had he been around to witness it.
Passing the guards and finally in the room where he’d be staying left Feliciano with a few moral objections. For one this building itself… he would have rather not have been here again but still… for another… Ludwig was trying to be kind he knew, but he couldn’t help but feel bad when his ‘prison cell’ was so lavishly decorated; palatial, bright and comfortable with expensive furnishings. Everything seemed to be in good condition considering the circumstances, there were even books to read; and though his fingers fairly itched to pick one up and lose himself in reading for a few hours, he decided against making himself comfortable if possible.
Still another part of him really was grateful, though of course he couldn’t show it with two guards just beyond the door.
Ludwig’s parting words were a comfort, even more comforting than the prospect of getting a decent night’s sleep. He’d see Ludwig again soon.
He waited until he could no longer hear Ludwig’s retreating steps once he’d left before he wandered over to one of the plush looking chairs in the room and settled down there. His thoughts were a confused whirl and he stared at nothing in particular as he tried to sort them out into some kind of order; no matter how hard he tried though he was just left with more questions. Just what would happen to him now? He couldn’t stay here until the end of the war could he? Ludwig would probably leave at some point and what would become of him then? Would they interrogate him? Would the allies attempt to break him out?
Letting his head fall into his hands, Feliciano rubbed his temples and tried to follow Ludwig’s request. He should try and sleep. It was with some reluctance that he pulled off his boots and curled up almost cat-like on the chair. Ludwig had looked so strange before… he must have been planning something, and whatever it was Feliciano thought it was probably best to do as the German man said.
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Post by Germany on May 23, 2013 2:03:39 GMT -5
The building was buzzing with activity and even more so during the night when everyone should have been sleeping. The reason for this was because the night was a time of vulnerability they found and if they had chosen to sleep there was no guarantee their safety. It was a bad time for Ludwig, going from one meeting to another, as his mind wandered in areas it shouldn’t have especially not when they were thinking of things that could easily be considered treason. He hated that it was hard to focus after the appearance of Feliciano. He knew the man was safe up in that room and that the soldiers stationed there would not harm him or bother him.
“Generalfeldmarschall Beilschmidt?” rang a soft but inquisitive voice as the man studied the tall blond from across the table. Ludwig’s snapped up as he focused them, flushing lightly in embarrassment at the fact that he had been caught dazing off.
“Ah, ja…sorry. Would it be any trouble going over that a second time?” He asks as he clears his throat a bit and adjusts his position in his chair.
The man, known as Kesselring, who had spoken sighed. “I know we’ve been up all night Herr Beilschmidt but I’ve never seen you like this before. Is everything alright?”
Ludwig’s expression didn’t change as he ran a hand through his hair before leaning forward in his chair. “I’m just tired. It’s nothing a bit of sleep can’t fix.” He sighs, hoping the Generalfeldmarschal Kesserling would take that for an acceptable answer. It seemed like he was because it was clear that the other man was just as tired as Ludwig and just as mentally occupied but Kesserling’s thoughts were likely more pure in regards to the Third Reich.
“Perhaps it would be wiser to meet after we’ve both gotten a bit of sleep.” He hums clicking his tongue as he sits back, his gaze back to studying Ludwig before glancing at the clock. “It is, now, nearly twelve in the afternoon.”
Ludwig eyed the man as he nodded lightly. “I would appreciate that.” He admits as the other man smiles lightly at him. “The allies haven’t been too aggressive these past few days. I’m sure the rest of our plans can wait a few hours.” Kesserling’s expression shifted to one slightly amused. “And I can’t say that this isn’t mildly selfish either.”
Ludwig’s lip quirked up at that, it didn’t reach his eyes but he had managed a feat that no one else in the building had in months. “Danke, Herr Kesserling.” He thanked as he slowly began to get up, Gott, his body had been hurting more and more lately.
Kesserling met Ludwig’s gaze and it was clear the man was worried for him. “Actually try to get some rest. I know how you are but you’re only going to make your situation worse if you don’t. Think of the Third Reich.”
Ludwig could have rolled his eyes at that but instead gave the man a small nod as he got up fully and excused himself. “You as well, Herr Kesserling.”
Ludwig didn’t waste time as he made a beeline towards the area that was being used as a temporary kitchen and cafeteria. He made up a small plate of simple foods and made sure to grab something for Feliciano to drink before he was once again off and heading towards the top floor.
The journey up went by in a blur of a few interruptions by lower ranked officers and a few soldiers before he had managed to keep clear of interrogation. He didn’t even have to ask the guards to open the door for him as they were already ready for him to enter. Ludwig nodded to them in appreciation before he stepped in; made sure they closed the door behind him and strode over to the office desk sliding the plate and glass of water onto it.
“I hope you weren’t too bored while I was gone.” Ludwig spoke up lightly.
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Post by North Italy on May 23, 2013 16:11:45 GMT -5
No matter how comfortable his surroundings may have been, Feliciano couldn’t shake the feeling of wrongness… Something was still nagging at his thoughts over the way Ludwig had looked on the stairway and just before he’d left him in this room. He couldn’t pin-point the problem exactly, but he felt an overwhelming need to talk to the man again in order to ask him outright.
More than likely his queries would be met with stubborn silence, but he could at least try.
He turned again in the well padded chair and watched as the sky darkened further. He was supposed to be resting but worrisome thoughts buzzed in his brain like a swarm of angry bees and he could find little respite from these concerns.
Time passed, and eventually Feliciano’s exhaustion caught up with him regardless of what horrible scenarios his overwrought brain might be supplying. At some point around midnight, the captive Italian finally fell into a deep sleep.
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Feliciano was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Necessity woke him early when he was with troops in a war situation, but he was never happy about this fact. As it was his very nature combined with the physical and mental fatigue he’d endured over the past few months led him to sleeping far later than he normally would have been able to.
It was sunlight, slowly creeping into the large windows and warming his face; bright behind his closed eye-lids, that ultimately woke him.
Quite forgetting where he was, and the events of the past day, Feliciano groaned, reached out a hand and swatted at the beams of sunlight as if it had a corporeal form he could dissuade with the action, and rolled over… Only to fall out of the chair and land on the floor of the office with a pronounced thud. He wasn’t in a bed or on hardwood floor, and so had overestimated the distance he could turn.
Huffing and opening bleary eyes to stare up at the ceiling, memory flooded Feliciano’s brain and he sat bolt-upright, the speed causing his head to swim momentarily. He’d come to see Ludwig, he’d been angry at first but then seemed to soften… he’d been captured and placed in a disused office for the time-being.
Blinking slowly as he let this information process, Feliciano struggled to stand and stretched out the kinks in his muscles that he’d acquired overnight, thin arms reaching up to the ceiling.
He could do nothing until Ludwig arrived to visit him, and after an hour or so of watching the world go by out of the window (fairly boring from this part of the building), and another hour of counting floorboards; Feliciano finally relented and decided he may as well make use of the books left in the room.
He selected one, index finger running over the spines in the bookcase for a likely candidate, and snuggled back in the chair once more, thoroughly losing himself in the book.
He was so engrossed that he didn’t even hear the door open, and it was Ludwig’s voice and the smell of food that roused him. He shut the book readily in order to give Ludwig his full attention.
“Ludwig, buon giorno.” He kept his voice quiet in fear the guards outside would overhear. “Ah, not too bad to be honest, the books here are good.”
He kept an eye on the German, wondering if perhaps he’d be told more today of what Ludwig planned to do with him in the long-term.
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Post by Germany on May 23, 2013 16:35:01 GMT -5
There was no need to fear the guards outside from overhearing, the doors were thick and if anything the only discernible thing they`d hear would be the hum of voices but no words. When he was greeted, he gave the other a small nod. "Guten Morgan." He reciprocated as his gaze fell on the smaller man curled on one of the sofa's with a book. He didn't get a chance to read the title and figured it was probably irrelevant to him anyway.
Ludwig leaned against the desk and motioned to the food. "I brought you food. It's not pasta but it'll serve it's purpose." He comments lightly as he eventually pushes himself away from the desk to give Feliciano some space to eat if that was what he wanted to do. Food was important and it would be even more so when they were no longer here, on the run for lack of better words.
He slowly began to pace the room, more so to keep himself awake since he hadn't gotten much rest in the past week with everything that needed to be done. If it was information Feliciano wanted, unfortunately Ludwig couldn't give any out. Not right now and especially not when it pertained to Feliciano's escape. He had mostly come to bring the other food and to get away from his men for a little while.
"I assume you want to know how long you'll be held in here for." He speaks up after havign fallen into a small bit of silence. "I don't have a proper answer for you unfortunately, it could be weeks, months or when the war ends." This was far from the truth considering Ludwig's thought pattern. If anything the most Feliciano would be locked up here would be half a month if things went wrong.
The good thing was that there was plenty to read and as long as he wasn't too busy he'd also be able to visit his former ally to give him some sort of company besides books. "Unfortunately, there aren't enough rations so you'll get a maximum of two meals a day on a good day." Every day was turning out to be a bad day. Luckily, Ludwig was immortal and although his stomach did cramp with the lack of food, it wouldn't kill him. He was on the form belief that the food needed to go to those who needed it to survive and their prisoner of wars. Ludwig could easily get away without eating. He was a very private man by nature and so lying about eating was much easier for him. However, in Feliciano's case and being guarded by two humans at all time, it would be strange if he wasn't given anything to eat.
When he could no longer go anymore Ludwig found a couch not to far from Feliciano's and sat down on it. He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees as he rested his forehead in his hands. Ludwig closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them and staring at the floor. He was horrible at small talk but he'd make an effort for Feliciano's sake. "Tell me about your book."
It was the only thing he could do to curb Feliciano's curiousity about what was to happen next.
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Post by North Italy on May 23, 2013 17:06:35 GMT -5
Feliciano watched the man carefully; his expression, his mannerisms, his posture, all of it seemed a little off somehow. He knew that Ludwig was a master of controlling errant emotions, but Feliciano could see the cracks in the mask; the German was tired, exhausted perhaps, he was probably hungry and yet (knowing him) working himself into the ground regardless.
All for a pointless cause.
His scrutiny was interrupted for a minute as his eyes lighted upon the plate of food resting on top of the desk. It looked and smelled wonderful. Granted he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in quite a few weeks, just scraps and snacks here and there, so by now he suspected even Arthur’s food may seem appealing.
Feliciano marked his place in his book conscientiously and set it aside. Standing, he crossed the room and picked up the plate with a soft smile. “It looks great, Ludwig. I’m not going to complain over a lack of pasta at this point.” He threw a mischievous wink at the man, concern over the guards dissipating as Ludwig seemed relaxed about it.
As he chewed peacefully, Feliciano kept his eyes trained on the man before him, head tilted as he regarded his actions. He was pacing, though he didn’t appear to be thinking of anything in particular which would require such an action, merely walking up and down the breadth of the room for the sake of it.
The sudden and somewhat correct guess at Feliciano’s musings made the Italian jolt in surprise. He wondered not for the first time how Ludwig was able to so easily know what he was thinking. It was almost like magic… or telepathy he found himself deciding whimsically. Ludwig’s answer however, was vague and not especially satisfactory to appease the Italian’s curiosity. It didn’t really give him an accurate time-frame… but then he supposed he was being a little unfair to Ludwig; of course he wouldn’t know the exact length of time this could continue for.
The mention of few meals was a little disappointing, but understandable. It was expected that supplies would be short, and Feliciano was yet another mouth to feed. He looked down guiltily at the simple but quite frankly delicious food Ludwig had given him and was struck by the same thought he’d had yesterday… Ludwig looked a lot thinner than he remembered.
… He’d been so busy stuffing his own face with the food Ludwig had procured for him, that he’d nearly forgotten this fact.
A frown pulled at Feliciano’s lips and he strode over to where Ludwig had all but slumped in another of the couches. This too was a tell-tale sign that the German was weakened and tired… He usually held himself straight and proud, not curled over like this.
He glanced down at the plate with his half eaten meal, and despite his own hunger, he decided then and there he’d share the rest. Crouching beside Ludwig so he could be seen, Feliciano smiled gently and held the plate out to him, eyes earnest.
“You know, you should eat too, si?” He struggled for a bargaining chip, knowing that Ludwig would more than likely stubbornly refuse to share the meal. Well he could be stubborn too, he’d soon see that. “If you eat then I’ll tell you about my book.”
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Post by Germany on May 23, 2013 17:33:57 GMT -5
Ludwig had not expected to see a half empty plate of food fall in his line of vision as he quirked a brow at the plate. He straightened his posture, his body protesting but his mind to stubborn to listen as he kept his eyes on the food before shifting them towards Feliciano. “I do eat.” He counters. “I actually ate before coming here.” He then lies. “And don’t be ridiculous, eat the food. I brought it for you, not for me.”
It was a nice try at bargaining with him but he had never been one to cave so easily for anything really. Although, it hadn’t been until he had met Feliciano that things started to slide from the normal to the abnormal. His self-control would always waver when it came to the small Italian and on more than one occasion he would cave and give Feliciano the hugs he asked for.
“I think you should tell me about your book regardless.” Ludwig adds as he keeps his straight posture. It seemed Feliciano was much better at reading him than he would have guessed. The smaller man always acted so dense, Ludwig knew that was not the case, but sometimes it was hard to believe otherwise.
“If it makes you happy, next time I’ll bring my food up and we can eat together.” He offers bargaining back. There was a fifty-fifty chance he’d keep to the promise but as long as Feliciano was satisfied Ludwig could easily make an excuse for why he hadn’t brought some food. Although, the thought of eating with Feliciano again was an appeasing one.
Ludwig pats the spot beside him. “Come, sit down and finish your meal. You can tell me about it while you eat.” He smiles lightly; the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Unless there is something else you’d rather talk about. I’m fine with either options.”
He really just wanted Feliciano to make the most of the time they had together because he wasn’t sure when the next time he’d get to visit. It could be the next day much later than today or if he had to go out into the field for a little while it could very well be a few days from now. Ludwig was really hoping that he’d be able to remain here at least until the week ends so that he can sort out exactly how he was going to break Feliciano out without anyone becoming the wiser.
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Post by North Italy on May 23, 2013 18:06:00 GMT -5
Flat refusal had been expected but made Feliciano pout and huff impatiently all the same, brows snapping together as he stared up at the German beseechingly. For once, could the man just show a little vulnerability and let him help? True their alliance had ended, but he still wanted to help; and it was hard to ‘save him in a pinch’ when he insisted on playing the big stoic warrior.
The suspicion in Feliciano’s gaze was evident, he’d like to believe Ludwig but he couldn’t help but feel that perhaps he was being lied to. Stubbornly he tried once more to get the German to share his food. Sometimes he found that laying on the charm worked…
“Please Ludwig,” he wheedled gently, placing a palm on Ludwig’s knee, “even if you have just eaten you’ve lost so much weight since I last saw you. You need to build up your strength. I’m only small so I need less… I really would like to share some of this with you right now.”
It was a little duplicitous, he surmised, but if the charm offensive worked then at least he’d know for sure that Ludwig had managed to get some sort of nutrition that day.
Not wanting to push his luck too far, Feliciano offers him another bright smile before doing as Ludwig asked and sitting beside him. Feigning defeat could sometimes be a good tactic after all.
The Italian made himself comfortable beside his friend, taking only small bites in hopes that if he ate little and slowly enough Ludwig might change his mind about sharing and he’d still have some left to offer.
“There’s not much else to talk about really, I’ve been holed up in a small house a few streets away for quite some time…” pausing there so he didn’t remind Ludwig of the reason he’d been angry the day before, Feliciano switched tack and began to discuss the book that had so enthralled him.
“It’s a book discussing a lot of great Italian literature through the ages. What inspired the original authors and poets, what hidden meanings the texts might have had, things like that. I really love reading such things because I was there when some of these famous works were written. It’s… kind of entertaining to see current people try and understand them.” He giggled quietly, taking another bite of his meal
He continued to speak about the book in enthusiastic tones, occasionally smiling and hopefully waiting for Ludwig to add a thought or comment of his own; and desperately wanting the man to give in and accept some of his food... It was pleasant, being here with him like this. Sat beside him and chatting about things that didn't pertain to war or politics. Just the two of them. He could almost pretend he wasn't a prisoner at all. He knew it was probably hopeless to wish for it right now; but he wanted this to continue somehow. For them to carry on like this, happy and care-free. It was a nice dream even if that's all it would remain for a long time yet.
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Post by Germany on May 23, 2013 18:24:44 GMT -5
Ludwig wouldn’t give in, not even to the charm tactic, not on this front anyway. He was quite adamant on making sure Feliciano ate but it almost pained him to know that it was blatantly obvious that he had lost quite a bit of weight. Then again, Feliciano didn’t look any better than him, or so he thought. He was sure almost all the nations looked worn, exhausted and skinnier than when the war had started.
“Feliciano.” He frowned, his lips thinning. “Nein. I don’t want to hear more about the food. Just finish your plate.” There, at least he had made his position quite clear that he didn’t want to eat and no matter how slow Feliciano was eating it would not change his mind. He had had quite a bit of time to train his stomach not to growl when he was hungry.
He was pleased when the subject was dropped and the smaller man settled in beside him. Ludwig made sure to keep his posture straight as he gave the Italian a side-ways glance taking in the words being said to him. He would occasionally nod to show that he understood what was being said and found it refreshing that for once they weren’t talking about the war.
Although, the comment about being coped up in a small run down house a few streets away caused his frown to deepen. There had been a time that Ludwig had really enjoyed reading books. It was a time when it wasn’t so busy with war preparations, politics and fighting. “Are there any authors that you would recommend?” He asks as his addition to the conversation.
He hated to admit it but he had been slowly dozing off. Feliciano’s voice was very soothing and the lack of sleep was catching up on him. He also knew that if he returned to meet with Albert Kesselring later that day without having a bit of sleep he would certainly be reprimanded by the man. He was a lot like Rommel when it came to the well-being of his soldiers. Maybe a little less so since Ludwig idealised Herr Rommel to quite an extreme and Herr Kesselring, for Ludwig, believe too much the ideals of the Nazi party which bothered the taller German when they worked together.
He didn’t once think about the food on Feliciano’s lap but the more the smaller man prattled on the harder it was to keep his eyes open. Eventually, at one point, Ludwig shifted crossing his arms trying to keep awake. That had lasted a good several minutes before his chin slowly fell against his chest and his eye lids too stay up had fallen closed.
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Post by North Italy on May 23, 2013 19:11:49 GMT -5
It had become obvious as their conversation about the book continued that Ludwig was not going to give in and eat any of Feliciano’s food. He sighed a little in disappointment as he was loathe to let food go to waste, and so reluctantly finished the meal before setting the empty plate aside. Ludwig had won this battle of wills, but Feliciano swore to be as stubborn as a mule next time the opportunity presented itself.
Feliciano had wondered if perhaps Ludwig was just being polite in listening to him prattle on about the book; maybe the German just wanted a break? However his little nods and then an interested question made Feliciano beam.
He was enjoying the conversation too?
The outgoing Italian had never needed much prompting where talking was concerned, and so the question about which authors he’d recommend set Feliciano off in a seeming never-ending list of authors he found to be interesting, or bold, who entranced him with their command of the written word, who could evoke such powerful emotions with their poetry. Daringly, Feliciano even mentioned a few whose work had been penalised and destroyed by the current governing powers. He listed them all, along with which of each authors’ books he liked the best and why. His hands, which never seemed still when he spoke, were actively gesturing as he continued; eyes bright and fairly sparkling with passion for the topic Ludwig had picked for them to discuss.
He’d kept his voice quiet as he spoke, the small concern that the guards might overhear if his voice became too loud still a tickle in the back of his mind.
As he finally exhausted his own supply of favourite authors, he felt Ludwig shift next to him, and turned his head to ask him the same question regarding who he would recommend. The question died on his lips and his eyes widened at the scene beside him. Ludwig; practical, responsible, strict Ludwig, had fallen asleep at some point during his little speech.
He wasn’t offended; Feliciano knew it wasn’t boredom that had made Ludwig’s eyelids heavy and his head slump to his chest. He was simply exhausted beyond all reason. It didn’t matter at that moment that Ludwig was technically the enemy; his heart went out to the other man.
Smiling, though it was watery and trembled with sadness, Feliciano dropped his voice to an even quieter murmur. “You really are a stubborn idiot, Ludwig… you need to take better care of yourself.”
There was fondness behind the jibe, and all at once Feliciano felt conflicted. He should wake the other man up really… he wouldn’t be impressed with himself and what if his soldiers decided he’d been gone too long and came looking for him? He might even have meetings scheduled that he needed to keep…
But he was just so tired!
Feliciano ducked his head and nibbled his lower lip as he mulled the options over. Either he woke the poor man and let him carry on with his day in a tired daze; or he let him rest a while and hope he felt more refreshed when he woke…
Another glance at Ludwig’s face was all it took, the pale skin and dark circles beneath closed eyes were testament to the fact that Ludwig was working himself beyond a point he could cope with. If he were mortal he probably would have been taken ill or even died by now.
Making himself as comfortable as possible, Feliciano reached out; carefully, slowly, so as not to wake the other man, he tugged him down so that Ludwig was laying with his head resting on Feliciano’s lap.
“That settles it then, you’ll get some sleep and I’ll keep an ear out for your soldiers. If they come looking for you I’ll wake you up before they reach the door and then you won’t be caught.” He explained quietly to his unconscious friend.
Though… whenever Ludwig woke up he’d probably be angry that Feliciano hadn’t woken him. He frowned, a shadow flitting over his features. He didn’t want to have that dislike and anger directed at him again so soon. After yesterday he wasn’t sure his strung-out emotions could take it.
A small lie then… Feliciano let his eyelids flutter closed as well. He’d pretend that he’d fallen asleep too, and then Ludwig couldn’t blame him for not waking him. He knew he wouldn’t really fall asleep despite Ludwig’s warm, reassuring weight on his lap. He was well rested after sleeping last night, and wariness of being caught kept his senses on higher alert than normal.
He’d give Ludwig an hour or so providing they weren’t interrupted by approaching soldiers; then he’d wake Ludwig himself if he didn’t wake before.
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Post by Germany on May 24, 2013 5:51:34 GMT -5
Ludwig would have felt horrible if he had known he had fallen asleep on Feliciano during their discussion. It was not something he had ever done especially considering he always liked to be well rested for the day’s work. Then again even before the war started he was getting less and less sleep. He had managed to regulate it and at one point found a good middle but that middle had heightened and what was good become an extreme that shouldn’t have been. It had probably been the same thing for the other nations and it didn’t help that there was always something on mind. Whether it be the guilt of what was occurring to his people and those of the nations he had occupied or whether it had to do with another battle plan to keep from being pushed back further.
There was a moment when he was being gently guided down that Ludwig had woken up. His eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion and his mind was somewhere else and so he didn’t struggle. He let the Italian lower him until he felt a comfortable softness against his head. His eyes once again fluttered closed and he shifted his body so it was more comfortable on the couch.
To say that this was not needed would be a very large lie. It would also be a lie to say that he wouldn’t be irritated that he hadn’t been woken up the moment he had fallen asleep. On top of that, he’d be even more frustrated by the fact that he had wasted the time Feliciano and he had together and, on principal, had lowered his guard in front of the enemy. However, really, none of these he could really do anything about when he was at the mercy of his bodies needs and there was only so much resisting he could really do.
And so, Ludwig slept on, comfortable for once although it didn’t quite look like it on his features. It was certainly a well needed, perhaps not deserved, but needed sleep. And, if Ludwig had been anyone else he would have thanked Feliciano for letting him rest but since Ludwig was Ludwig, he would most likely be very angry when he awoke.
It could have been a couple of minutes, an hour or several hours before Ludwig began to stir. His facial features scrunched together as if he were displeased with the fact that he was waking up before his mind began to really process what was going on around him. It was his hearing that really made him aware of where he was and what was happening around him. There wasn’t much to hear except for Feliciano’s soft breathing and the gentle creak of the room but that was enough to catch his attention and cause him to tense. The second thing that he became aware of was the fact that he was laying down, no longer vertical and the feel of something firm but softer than the couch against his head. And last but not least his eyes slowly began to flutter open as they took a few seconds to focus before things became clear.
A blush painted across his features when he realised that he was lying against Feliciano’s lap. He tensed further, remaining where he had woken a little longer to give his mind a few more seconds to awaken before he glanced up at what seemed to be a slumbering Italian. The words that had been about to come out got caught in the back of his throat as he studied what seemed to be a serene like look on Feliciano’s features.
He gently pushed himself up so he was no longer lying across the smaller man as he rubbed at his face followed by running his hand through his hair. He took a moment to make sure he was really awake before slowly and quietly getting up from the couch. Ludwig couldn’t help but once again study Feliciano’s seemingly slumbering form as he crouched down in front of him and gently brushed the back of his gloved fingers over the man’s cheek. His expression sad as he continued to gaze upon him and realising how little time he really did have with Feliciano.
He remained quiet not wanting to wake the Italian as he lifted himself back onto his feet and pulled off his jacket placing it gently over the smaller man’s upper body. Ludwig paused as he stared at the man wanting to lean down and press a gentle kiss to Feliciano’s forehead but letting the thought float around in his head to long and never going through with the action.
Ludwig fixes up his uniform minus his jacket before turning around and quietly making his way out of the room. The guards didn’t say anything about the time he had spent there nor the fact that he had gone in with a jacket and left without one. At least, he felt refreshed enough that he would be more animated in the next meeting with Herr Kesselring.
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Post by North Italy on May 24, 2013 11:26:58 GMT -5
The Italian man had let his inhibitions go as he kept up the act of sleeping, a rebellious hand straying to Ludwig’s hair, though he was careful not to wake the other. A small smile stole over his features as he soaked in the peaceful, quiet atmosphere of the room. Somewhere far away, almost like another world, he could hear the activity from the other soldiers on the lower levels of the building. On this floor however, things were still, and he caught himself once or twice nearly drifting off for real.
Time passed, Feliciano wasn’t sure how long exactly, all he was aware of was the comforting presence of Ludwig using him as a pillow, and the giddy little feeling that his friend had lowered his guard in his company. It was good, he surmised, that Ludwig could be like this with him (though he didn’t fool himself that sheer overtiredness probably contributed a great deal to his current position). Still it was nice to pretend… Pretend that just for a short while the usually stoic soldier was relaxed and content simply because Feliciano was there; a silly thing to pretend really, but enjoyable all the same.
All too soon, Feliciano felt Ludwig stir as he began to awaken. It was a pity that they couldn’t remain this way for longer; but he supposed it was probably for the best if Ludwig had work to do. He would have felt better if Ludwig had managed to sleep a little while longer however…
Feigning slumber, Feliciano peeked out at Ludwig’s face from under the camouflage of his eyelashes. An almost imperceptible curve fought its way onto his lips as he witnessed the man struggle with consciousness and finally rouse himself enough to take in his surroundings.
It was definitely amusing for him to see the depth of the blush darkening Ludwig’s cheeks as he tensed and moved from his lap, and he had to make a conscious effort not to let his amusement show. He had to keep up this act or risk some harsh words from his former ally.
He’d been half expecting to get caught anyway if he was honest with himself. Ludwig was very astute, the kind of man who was observant and hard to hood-wink. However perhaps it was the sleep surrounding the German still, but he didn’t appear to notice Feliciano was in fact awake… either that or Feliciano’s acting really had improved.
What he hadn’t expected at all was for Ludwig to crouch before him and brush gentle knuckles over the curve of his cheek. It was a familiar touch, and clearly Ludwig didn’t know that Feliciano had born witness to it. It took a lot of willpower for his breathing to remain even and to keep from leaning into the touch and smiling wider. It would give him away… but it was so tempting. Ludwig’s hand was warm, the kindness behind the gesture all too apparent, and Feliciano wanted to let him know that he was grateful for it, but he couldn’t, not right now anyway.
He was so preoccupied with the quickening thud of his own heart, and keeping a blush of his own in check; that he nearly missed the expression on Ludwig’s face. The sadness in his eyes was almost tangible from what Feliciano could vaguely see from beneath his lashes; and the mere sight of it made his heart clench almost painfully. He couldn’t help him anymore, he knew this; but for just one brief second Feliciano was willing to do almost anything to dispel that emotion from Ludwig.
Feliciano knew of course, that Ludwig would leave without ‘waking’ him, as pride and embarrassment would probably prevent him from doing so. He tried to quell the disappointment when his guess was proven correct as Ludwig stood again and started to move away. It was though, some consolation, as Ludwig removed his jacket and placed it over him as he continued to ‘sleep’. His heart gave a sad little flutter at the action, privately deeming it endearing. Ludwig had paused again, staring at Feliciano, and for a moment Feliciano wondered why exactly. Had he guessed he was awake? Did he want to say something to him before he left? Before he could draw any further conclusion; Ludwig seemed to pull himself together and make his way out the door.
Once he was sure Ludwig had left, Feliciano opened his eyes properly and blinked in confusion towards the place Ludwig had stood. What had all that been about? Frowning as he failed to gain any answers from his own musings, Feliciano flopped onto his side, pulling the jacket around his body snugly and staring towards the door.
There was some solace at least… he decided as he buried his nose in the fabric of Ludwig’s jacket and tried to calm his breathing again. Ludwig would have to come and visit again to get this back. Maybe by then he’d understand what had just occurred.
It was probably a good thing they were now on opposing sides… the cherry red blush he was so confused over had finally made its way onto his face as his thoughts returned to what had happened moments before. He felt he was probably getting a little too fond of his friend.
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