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Post by North Italy on May 27, 2013 18:26:25 GMT -5
It was perhaps a little arrogant of him, but Feliciano had always felt that his country boasted a lot of beautiful scenery. However it was the amazing display of the stars that captured his attention this night. They were brighter now they were away from civilisation, and thrown into further illumination by the cold winter air. He spent some time merely sat with his face turned up in order to admire the view overhead. He would have loved to have painted it… The action disorientated him and after a while he began to feel a little giddy, so the Italian turned back to face the road ahead, a small enchanted sort of smile still curling his lips.
As they continued Feliciano divided his attention between the road they were travelling on, and turning to check on his companion. Beneath the cover of night it was difficult to tell for sure, but Feliciano was almost certain that Ludwig had started to look tired as their journey continued. He was tempted to ask the man if he wanted to trade places, but knew he’d be rebuffed. Clearly there was a reason for the handcuffs and the manner in which Ludwig had smuggled him out of that building, and so Feliciano held his tongue; resigning himself to simply keeping an eye on the German for any sign of extreme fatigue.
After a few miles more, Ludwig slowed the motorcycle and manoeuvred it over to the side of the road before stopping completely. Feliciano watched closely as Ludwig glanced at him and then walked away with his gun close at hand. He could tell easily by the alert expression and tense way he held his muscles that Ludwig was searching for danger. To his credit, Feliciano uttered not a single word, barely breathing as Ludwig cautiously inspected the area. His relief was all too apparent when his friend returned and finally removed his handcuffs.
Hearing Ludwig’s voice almost made him jump. He’d become so accustomed to the silence between them since leaving the office, that Feliciano had almost expected it to continue indefinitely. “Probably for the best, you were beginning to look a little tired, Ludwig.” He murmured a quiet reply, glad to use his voice again.
He hopped nimbly from the side-car, bringing the thick blanket and the remainder of his meal with him. His head tilted in interest as Ludwig made sure to conceal their transport thoroughly… Who was he expecting to come looking for them anyway?
Curiosity was piqued further still as Ludwig began to inspect a map. Feliciano wandered over, stretching cramped leg muscles, and then sat beside him, holding out the food as an offering. “I’ve slept on the ground plenty of times before, it will be fine… You should take some of this,” he waved the food for emphasis. “I wasn’t as hungry as I thought, and I bet you’ve missed meals again.”
He took the opportunity to observe the map, keen eyes tracing the route they’d taken. Where were they heading-? His examination of the map was interrupted as Ludwig smartly folded it and tucked it away again.
Feliciano was just about to nod in agreement and settle down beside his friend when he realised he’d yet to ask any questions. “A-ah… um are you able to answer me a few things first?” He queried a little meekly. He didn’t want to deprive Ludwig of rest, but he did have a right to know what was going on, surely.
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Post by Germany on May 28, 2013 5:53:34 GMT -5
Ludwig glanced at the food being offered to him before giving in too tired to really protest. He stared at it for a few seconds before taking a bite and chewing it slowly. It was clear he was very tired if Feliciano was even catching on to his fatigue. Before, when things had been a little more light hearted, Ludwig was able to hide most of his complex emotions with an ease that he was almost proud of. However, now, it became a lot harder for many reasons.
One of those reasons being the weakening of his state, not his physical being (although, that was what was being affected) it was his actual state, the state of Germany the nation. All of the other reasons were mute in comparison. He took another bite of the food chewing it just as slowly as last time as he really tried to savour and make last the bit of food given to him. It was sad how much he was mistreating himself but it was hard not too when you knew you were immortal…to a point.
Ludwig could feel the uneasiness that seemed to sip off of his companion. It was as if he were uncertain how to talk to Ludwig even though they’d been talking every day since the incident. The incident that he felt ashamed of; ashamed because he had lost control and although he was used to falling into anger quite easily, it was never anything as serious as what had happened in that office that day. He was honestly surprised that Feliciano wanted to still be around him.
The sound of Feliciano’s soft voice snapped Ludwig out of his reverie as he dropped his gaze onto the other man. His brow quirked up at the question as he thought it over, in reality he didn’t have to think to hard about the answer. Answers, he could give answers and especially since they were all alone or he hoped they were. Ludwig had made sure to look around enough so that they wouldn’t have to go through an irritating incident with the allies.
“Answer you a few things?” He echoed. “Well, that depends if I have the answer but don’t be afraid to ask me.”
It was true Ludwig was always up for receiving new questions. He liked the challenge of figuring something out or being able to properly explain a theme or plan so that things for once ran smoothly. He wasn’t sure what Feliciano was about to ask him had a lot to do with what they were doing out in the middle of Rome and the imaginary line designating Ally territory.
As he waited for Feliciano to ask his questions, Ludwig took that time to pull out a second coat from his pack and placed it over his shoulders because he was going to leave the blanket with Feliciano. He needed the small Italian to remain warm throughout their quick rest or rather, would like if his companion wasn’t cold.
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Post by North Italy on May 28, 2013 7:42:05 GMT -5
Feliciano let himself breathe easier as Ludwig gave in and accepted the food offered to him without argument. He was glad the man had swallowed his pride enough to allow Feliciano see his vulnerability; however at the same time this same acceptance unnerved him slightly. Ludwig was a strong, proud person, not one to show weakness under any circumstances, and to see it first-hand now made it hit home just how desperate Ludwig must be feeling.
He sighed quietly, a helpless little sound, and watched his companion closely. Ludwig looked so tired... even more tired than he looked hungry... He really did wish he could help the German somehow, but it just wasn’t possible… he supposed he could do small things for him; offer food, comfort, and friendship. It was just frustrating that he couldn’t do anything more effective.
Ludwig seemed… morose somehow, as if he were torturing himself with guilty thoughts. Feliciano felt a frown tug at his lips at the thought and scooted closer to the other man as if his presence might do something to ease the self-reproach Ludwig felt. Now he looked closer, his friend seemed apprehensive too, looking around as if he still expected someone to show up out of the blue.
“It’s alright, I’ve never been afraid to ask you anything… unless it was ‘may I please skip training today’ of course.” Winking and then giggling a little, Feliciano tried to lighten the atmosphere with his response. He wanted Ludwig to try and keep his mind off whatever was bothering him, even if it meant acting a bit foolishly to achieve that.
He considered his questions for a minute or two, pulling on his lower lip in thought. “Hopefully you should be able to answer these… Really all I want to know is; what on Earth is going on, and where are we going? You seemed to make us up sticks and leave so quickly, and you seem nervous… is there a problem?”
Dark eyes rested on the German’s figure again as Ludwig busied himself with retrieving another coat from his pack. Feliciano tutted lightly and shuffled nearer, holding up his arm to show Ludwig the excess material of the blanket. “I know you might not want to, but we can always share the blanket if you get cold.” He shrugged easily, the thought not bothering him one bit; though he knew Ludwig might find the act a bit too familiar given the circumstances. Still it was better that than being stubborn and freezing, right?
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Post by Germany on May 28, 2013 12:18:56 GMT -5
At the try at humor Ludwig couldn’t help roll his eyes at that. “And then I made sure you regretted those words.” He adds, his lip curving up in a half smile at the reminder of all those times, even the times he had to chase the Italian down. Kiku had been lucky, if Ludwig was too distracted with Feliciano, half the time the small Japanese man could easily get away with slacking off in training. “I don’t even understand why you hated training so much, if you just did it, it would have been over before your siesta.” Ludwig shakes his head, that was only partly true. There were days they went over the allotted time slot for training but only because Ludwig liked to be incredibly prepared. That was obvious with the way he had packed for this small trip. Well, small for Feliciano, a little longer for him. He’d actually be doing fighting after he’d get Feliciano far enough into ally territory.
He listened to the questions attentively as he adjusted the jacket around his shoulders. “All valid questions.” He hums pensively. It wouldn’t be hard to answer but it got him thinking anyway. “I’m breaking you out and we’re going to ally territory.” He answers simply. “And there shouldn’t be a problem if all goes according to plan.”
Ludwig didn’t want to say that he wasn’t sure he could trust all his men or that they would trust him not to do the right thing. It had already been obvious to some that he was discontent with Hitler. The good thing it was mostly Rommel who knew about his less than happy thoughts about die Fuhrer. Rommel and Gilbert and, of course, Feliciano. Ludwig really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut concerning such feelings. Gilbert had told him that on more than one occasion and while he was growing up. If you told the wrong person, word could spread fast and the consequences would not be pretty.
When Feliciano offered some of the blankets Ludwig couldn’t help but flush lightly at the proposition. “The extra coat should be fine but thank you anyway Feliciano.” He declines gently although the idea was not too unappealing. If it had been any other time, he might have considered taking up the offer. He slowly lays himself down turning on his side and using his arm as a pillow. “Let’s take advantage of the time we have and sleep a little bit, ja.” He murmurs, finding it nice to be laying down even on the hard dirt ground.
“Are there any more questions or are you good?”
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Post by North Italy on May 28, 2013 13:45:19 GMT -5
It was hard not to laugh as Ludwig joined in with his (rather poor) attempt at light-hearted conversation. He was more than pleased that he’d managed to get the German man to loosen up momentarily. Not only that, but Ludwig’s words evoked more pleasant memories in the Italian and he found himself suppressing little squeaks and chuckles of amusement as he recalled time and again how Ludwig had chased him down like a dog might a cat. He was right of course, if Feliciano hadn’t been so slothful, the training would have been over in less time than when he fussed over it and refused.
The laughter was short lived however, the answer to his question was entirely unexpected, and shook him to the bone. Ludwig was… breaking him out? He’d half expected his former ally to be taking commands from his superiors and moving him to a more secure location. Perhaps those higher-ups had decided to use him as a kind of bargaining chip against the Allies. It was an idea that seemed plausible, and one that Ludwig would have had to go along with… But to hear in such simple terms that he was being freed…
He wasn’t sure what reaction Ludwig was expecting him to give; but the way his eyes almost immediately glossed over, and his throat constricted with fear may not have been the response the German was banking on. He was grateful, of course he was. Incredibly so… but Dio, so many things could go wrong, and if they were discovered, Ludwig could get in a lot of trouble.
Why would he go to such reckless lengths just for him? It was foolhardy, and so unlike the Ludwig he was used to witnessing.
Feliciano’s mind was so full of different questions, thoughts, and worries, that he barely heard Ludwig speak again, declining the use of his blanket. There was a strange ringing in his ears that deafened him momentarily and he simply nodded numbly.
Taking a shaking breath, Feliciano managed to tune in again for Ludwig's quiet query of if he had anymore questions to ask. “J-just one…”
The Italian trailed off for a moment or two before making his move. He didn’t bother asking, thinking perhaps he’d be dissuaded from doing so, and instead pounced Ludwig without warning, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. He smiled brokenly and buried his head against his chest, his words muffled by the fabric of his friends’ coat. “It’s okay if I give you a ‘thank you’ hug, right?”
He fell silent again, clinging to Ludwig like an overly affectionate octopus. Despite stating that he only had one question, he suddenly found he had at least a hundred more. He looked up at Ludwig again, stubbornly blinking away unshed tears as the words spilled from his lips in a confused, panicked jumble.
“W-what if we’re caught? What happens if they find out what you did? Ludwig you could get in so much trouble! It’s not worth it and- T-the Allies! What if you get me to them only to end up getting caught or in a fight yourself? I don’t want you to get hurt- I-I mean it might not be so bad if you were caught I could put a good word in for you or something but- oh Dio, why are you doing something so idiotic!? I-I’m grateful, really I am, but you really are foolish.” He choked back a concerned sob and hid his face again. He didn’t want to cause the other man grief by reminding him of the perils this plan obviously entailed, but he was scared for his friend. Taking a calming breath he spoke once more, in a slower tone. “G-grazie… really, thank you so much. You’re probably the best friend and ally… well ex-ally… I’ve ever had. I know Germany and Italy are no longer friends but, I’m so glad we are and that you’re willing to help me. I just sort of wish there was something I could do for you too.”
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Post by Germany on May 28, 2013 14:18:03 GMT -5
Ludwig had not been expecting that reaction, that was sure than again Feliciano never reacted very typically even when Ludwig was sure he could predict the Italian’s very move. He was aware of the many things that could blow up in their face. However, he had to take the chance and it wasn’t like Herr Kesselring wasn’t aware of what he was doing. It was just the man didn’t know the exact plans and that no one would be dying. He had been so sure that Feliciano would be relived or at least happy to hear that he wasn’t going to be kept prisoner. And, at the rate the Third Reich was going they wouldn’t care who was in their custody most prisoners, if not all, were sent to a camp and the others were killed on the spot. That was not the fate he wanted for Feliciano. His government had become even more cruel than it had started out.
Ludwig was wide awake surprisingly enough. It was typical of his body to do this to him and so when he heard the quiet and slightly shaky query from Feliciano his attention focused solely on his smaller companion. “Ja, okay. Ask it then.” He said trying to coax the question out of him.
It should have been what he was expecting but at the same time it hadn’t quite crossed his mind until he had been pushed onto his back and a soft body was pressed hard against him. He coughed a little his flush quite apparent as he wraps his arms around the smaller body patting his back in what he hope was comfort. It takes him a moment to answer as he takes in the moment. Again, he was struck with the reminder that this would be the last time he would get this unexpected hugs.
“Ja…” He answers quietly. “It’s very okay, Feliciano.”
His expression was downturned. He really hated this war and what it was making him do and feel. If this had never happened he was sure his feelings for Feliciano would not be this strong and he wouldn’t be hurting so much. Ludwig’s hand on Feliciano’s back stills at the onslaught of questions.
“Generalfeldmarschall Kesselring is aware that I’m taking you to the border of ally occupied territory. However, he thinks I’m going to kill you there and leave your body somewhere easy for the allies to find.”
As the questions continued it was almost hard to keep up with the smaller man. “Feliciano, shh.” He pets the Italian’s hair as he glances down at the auburn head of hair floating near his chest.
“I’ll be fine. Really. You shouldn’t worry so much, that’s my job remember. And I wouldn’t take this on without evaluating the consequences. We’ll get in and I’ll get out hopefully with minimum encounter but what you have to know is that I’m not taking you all the way to the allies just far enough in ally territory that I’ll know you’ll be safe. The rest is up to you but I’m sure you’ll be able to make it back fine, these are your lands.”
Ludwig hears the choked sob and tightens his grip around the lithe body holding him close. “Feliciano…you don’t have to thank me.” He says softly and sadly. Ludwig tries to lighten the mood a little, for once. “Well, if there’s ever a next time for training promise me you’ll actually try and not be lazy.” It was a simple wish but hopefully one that would cheer the small Italian up.
Ludwig buried his face against the top of Feliciano’s as his hold tightened just a little more before he pulled his face away and let out a shaky breath. “Do you still want to share your blanket?” He asks with a very small smile, they were curled up against each other anyway, there was no harm in taking advantage of the situation for both of their comfort.
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Post by North Italy on May 28, 2013 15:03:19 GMT -5
It was a relief to know Ludwig didn’t seem to mind him clinging on like a limpet, indeed the German actually returned the embrace and started to stroke his hair comfortingly. A gesture which caused Feliciano to nuzzle against Ludwig’s neck and smile slightly.
He was so caught up in the comforting hold that it took him a few seconds to process Ludwig’s answer to his question. He knew of course, that Ludwig must have some reason for starting out on what seemed like a fool’s errand, but he’d still felt the need to question the man’s actions out of concern for his wellbeing. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Ludwig’s reasoning might be due to a threat on his life.
Feliciano shivered. Had he been captured by any other soldier, or had Ludwig been less of a friend; he’d probably be in very real danger right now. He held on a little tighter, letting a shaky, wry smile return. “I’m- … I um, grazie.” He wasn’t sure what else to say to that revelation, and so cut himself off. To have Ludwig rebel in such a way on his behalf…
He stayed silent, listening attentively as Ludwig continued to answer his questions and explain the plan. He should have known Ludwig would think through every eventuality. Still he could feel a quiver of fear coursing through him on his friends’ behalf. He’d try and push the thoughts aside and trust Ludwig’s capabilities, but he couldn’t help but worry over him, even if it was needless.
The arms around him felt wonderfully comforting, and Feliciano thought it should be strange that a man seemingly so well-adapted to the life of a soldier should be able to offer such effective reassurance. Somehow it felt very natural though and he wasn’t going to complain one bit. He’d always appreciated the man’s affections no matter how rarely he received them.
What surprised him more than the soothing actions of his friend was the way he attempted to cheer him. And Feliciano found himself giggling helplessly at the German’s dry sense of humour. “Mmhmm, if you ever train me again, I’ll work as hard as you want… within reason of course. Though I will insist on a good meal afterwards, that’s a given.” He chirped.
It took him a moment, but Feliciano recalled Ludwig’s previous words and answered now he felt able to discuss it. “- A-and si… these are my lands, I’ll be fine. I know this area like the back of my hand after all.” He raised his face to grin brightly at the German. Alright so maybe that was a little bit of an exaggeration; but he had a feeling he’d be fine so long as he made it to Ally territory. He was pretty good using maps and so on, it shouldn’t be a problem.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on finally letting himself calm down, and was surprised to feel Ludwig nuzzle into his hair, stifling a surprised giggle as he did so. If the affectionate gesture had surprised him, his companion’s next words amazed him further. He wanted to share the blanket after all? Grinning broadly, Feliciano didn’t hesitate to pull the blanket up around them both, chortling in good humour as he snuggled shamelessly against Ludwig, smiling into his face. “I’d love to. You’re nice and warm after all!”
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Post by Germany on May 28, 2013 15:34:21 GMT -5
Ludwig turns onto his back and pulls Feliciano against him so that they could both be comfortable. He turns the jacket he had been using as a blanket into a pillow and tucks it under his head as he lets his eyes droop closed. He grips the blanket and tucks it around them a little better since it had only covered a half of his body.
“If I don’t get a bit of sleep, I won’t be able to function properly when we head off again.” He murmurs, his eyes still closed. “Don’t feel obligated to sleep if you’re not tired…but if you are staying up wake me up in a couple of hours.”
He was sure he would be able to wake up himself but he didn’t want to risk it if he didn’t have too. Then again, whenever he was out on the field, he couldn’t help but sleep with an eye open. There were too many dangers and he didn’t only have himself to worry about right now, it was Feliciano too. Although, realistically, they were in German occupied Italy so the chances of them getting attacked were slim, they had a few hours to go before arriving at the border that divided the south and north. However, Ludwig had to keep the thought of a possible ally invasion on his mind. It wasn’t a foreign concept and some of his troops had gotten caught off guard because they thought they were safe when they weren’t.
It took him a while before he had drifted into a semi-unconscious slumber. His senses were still aware of the noises around him but he wasn’t awake enough for anything more than hearing. Ludwig slept on his back for the most part and it wasn’t until a while later that he shifted onto his side pulling Feliciano back against him after the move.
His breathing came in shallow breathes and surprisingly, for once he was actually able to find decent sleep. Ludwig wasn’t sure if it was because Feliciano was beside him or he had reached a point of complete and utter exhaustion that his mind couldn’t even haunt him. Regardless, it was slowly refreshing him for the upcoming journey and that was what he was banking on.
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Post by North Italy on May 28, 2013 16:23:07 GMT -5
A soft squeak escaped his lips as he was pulled against Ludwig and the blanket rearranged around them. More at ease now than he’d felt in the past few hours, Feliciano let his head rest against Ludwig’s chest and his eyes close as he listened to the steady rhythm of Ludwig’s heart.
The softly spoken words rumbled against Feliciano’s ear as he curled up comfortably, and he mumbled a response of his own; though he wasn’t sure if the exhausted man heard it. “Its fine, you sleep and I’ll stay awake… I can rest on the journey anyhow.”
Feliciano was as good as his word, and refused to drift off; letting Ludwig get the sleep he desperately needed instead. It was very quiet where they were, Feliciano mused. The company he was with, the darkness of the star studded sky, and the lack of noise to disturb them made him feel far more relaxed than he probably should in such a situation. If anyone was following them, they’d certainly hear them approaching long before any sort of attack or ambush could be initiated he was sure.
Letting the reassuring thoughts lull him into a sense of security. Feliciano concentrated instead on Ludwig and what he’d told him. He really was a good man, even though the country itself was in turmoil, and the government corrupt and downright evil; Ludwig had somehow retained an element of just kindness that Feliciano admired greatly. He’d helped him even though it went against protocol; he was still helping him in fact…
That notion warmed him even more than the blanket and he decided then and there; that as soon as they were able to meet again on friendly terms, he’d do everything he could to return that kindness.
It was sometime later that the Italian felt his friend shift, but instead of waking Ludwig merely turned onto his side, making Feliciano flop next to him. He’d frowned good naturedly at the man, but was left baffled once more when the German reflexively pulled him back into an embrace… Like I’m a stuffed bear or something. Feliciano smirked in amusement. He shifted his head slightly to look at his friend, but was only able to get a view of Ludwig’s neck and jaw line. Giving up almost immediately the foolish thought that had crossed his mind, Feliciano lowered his gaze again and returned to his previous task as a look-out of sorts.
Glancing up at the moon to gauge its passage across the sky, Feliciano considered how long he should leave it until he tried to wake Ludwig… On the one hand they probably needed the cover of darkness on their side for this plan to be easier… but on the other it would be good for Ludwig to get a proper nights rest… Not to mention the sooner they got moving, the sooner he’d part ways with Ludwig for what could potentially be a long time.
Sighing as he recalled Ludwig’s request to be woken in a couple of hours, Feliciano reluctantly mumbled, whilst gently poking him in the ribs. “Ludwig? I think you’ve had a couple of hours sleep now… did you want longer?”
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Post by Germany on May 28, 2013 16:57:17 GMT -5
Ludwig did want to sleep longer, his body begged for a few more hours of rest but he knew he couldn’t afford to do so. It took him a while to stir awake barely feeling Feliciano’s finger poke his ribs. He took in the few seconds of sleep he would have until the next time they could rest before slowly opening his eyes. He blinks the sleep away from them as he gently releases his hold of Feliciano flopping onto his back to stare up at the stars.
“No, this will be enough.” He yawns as he pushes himself up and glances around, not that he didn’t trust Feliciano but one could never be too sure. Ludwig pulls the blanket from off of his torso and then gets up stretching his stiff limbs before he starts re-packing the few things he had taken out of his pack.
Ludwig doesn’t say much as he goes over to the hidden motorbike and pulls it from out of the brush dusting the stray leaves that had stuck on it before wheeling it towards the road. He then goes off to grab the back attaches it to the bike and makes sure it’s secure with a small tug.
He frowns at his uniform noting the few wrinkles and dirt that had stuck on it and brushes it off, straightening it as best as possible. “Alright, we should head out.” Ludwig says as he straddles the bike waiting for Feliciano to make himself comfortable in the attachment. There was no point in handcuffing him now that they were far enough away from Rome.
“This part should only take us a couple of hours so we won’t have to sit for too long but I advise you keep the blanket around you.” The cool air would just get colder with the velocity of the bike. Ludwig had made sure to occupy himself from the moment he woke up so he wouldn’t be mildly embarrassed that they had slept so closely even though he had agreed to it.
He shakes that thought from his mind as he puts on and secures his helmet and grabs Feliciano’s holding it out to him. “We’ll eat when we stop next, so if you can hold your hunger for a bit, it shouldn’t be too long.”
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Post by North Italy on May 28, 2013 17:56:12 GMT -5
The way Ludwig took some time to wake up properly struck Feliciano as incredibly endearing. Or it would have been had Feliciano not slowly come to realise that the underlying cause for his reluctance was most likely due to the fact he needed more sleep than he’d been allowed. Ludwig was good at pretending that he’d had enough rest, but Feliciano could feel the weariness in his own bones, and guessed it was much the same if not worse for his friend.
He felt reluctance of his own surface as Ludwig released him and sat up. He’d been comfortable there, maybe a little too comfortable perhaps. The thought made him flush and he brushed it aside as he hopped lightly to his feet, suppressing a yawn. The blanket was still within his grasp, and he wrapped it around his shoulders like an absurd cloak to ward off the chill in the air that seemed ten times colder now that Ludwig’s presence had left his side.
Feliciano shook his head fondly as he noticed the fidgety way Ludwig was acting; smoothing his uniform and meticulously checking over the bike. He wasn’t sure why the German was being so restless all of a sudden, but surmised it must be due to the stressful situation they were in.
Climbing aboard the attachment of the motorcycle, Feliciano nodded at the instructions Ludwig gave him before smiling up at the other man. Making sure to keep himself ensconced within the folds of the blanket, he slipped a hand out from beneath and grabbed the offered helmet, putting it on readily as he tried to reassure his companion. “I’ll be fine for now, Ludwig. I’m not hungry yet.”
That agitated behaviour was still troubling Feliciano a little, and so he reached out again and placed a gentle hand on Ludwig’s forearm. A pout pulled at his lips as he slanted his head a little whilst regarding the other man carefully. “Ludwig, are you alright? You seem kind of twitchy since you woke up.”
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Post by Germany on May 28, 2013 18:22:03 GMT -5
Ludwig’s gaze fell on the hand before turning his gaze on Feliciano. He could see the worry return to the Italian’s features and it caused him to frown. “I’m fine.” He answers simply, there was nothing more to say really.
He felt assured when he noted the helmet on Feliciano’s head and for a second he had had half a mind to make sure it was on securely but he was sure the smaller man didn’t need Ludwig to fret over him like a mother their child. Once again, the engine of the motorcycle could be heard as he cranked the handle and the bike began to set off at the same time he situated his feet on the bars.
Again, he fell into silence as the road became his main focus. It was still quiet and there were only a few times they had come across someone driving in the opposite direction, other than that, they were alone. It should have been disconcerting considering the population of Italy and how Ludwig was sure it used to be a much busier road but he was almost thankful they had left this night.
The breeze picked up the faster they went and there were a few times Ludwig would sneak a glance of Feliciano to make sure he was alright. It almost felt as if they had left days ago even though it had barely been more than six hours ago counting the small break they had taken and the time it had taken to leave the government like building.
Ludwig was able to tell the time by the position of the moon as he took several seconds to glance up to check their progress. It was barely two in the morning which boded extremely well with Ludwig. They could be in allied occupied lands before the sun begins to rise. That would mean he would have time to change and hide the bike as they set out by foot for that part of the journey. There was no point crossing over while riding a German vehicle, their disguise, or at least his disguise, would be discovered quickly.
More time passed as he enjoyed the ride before he found the location he had been eyeing on the map and like he had done the first time they had stopped, he began to decelerate until the bike came to a stop. Ludwig pulled off his helmet hanging it on one of the handle bars before getting off and heading to his pack and pulling it off the bike to set it down a distance away.
Blue eyes studied the bike and then studied the nature around them before deciding it would be better to change and then take care of the their transport. He picked up his pack and trailed a little further from the road before he crouched down to rummage through his things and pulling out a new set of clothing, civilian clothing. He had thought about bringing an American uniform but thought better of it especially considering the fact that he would be crossing the imaginary line back onto German occupied territory. He knew his face was well known but he didn’t want to risk it either, better to cross both sides as a neutral party.
Ludwig set the clothes down neatly on the pack so they wouldn’t get dirty as he pulled off his jacket and shirt before he started to make quick work of his boots and pants. He shivered when the cool air assaulted his naked skin but didn’t think anything more of the weather as he began to fold his uniform and deposit it on the top of his pack.
He pulled on the pants, socks and then began tying up the footwear before he grabbed the sweater to pull it on. “There’s food in my pack for you, so eat while I hide the bike.” He orders fixing the sweater after he had thrown it on as he made his way out of the ditch to take hold of the bike. There was a perfect spot not too far from where he had changed. Ludwig made sure to shoot Feliciano a look that would not accept argument as he rolled the bike and attachment into a brush and before camouflaging it grabbed his uniform and hid it with the bike.
When he was done he made his way back to partake in the food as well before giving any more instructions.
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Post by North Italy on May 28, 2013 19:07:03 GMT -5
Ludwig’s frown made Feliciano hesitantly remove his hand from where it rested innocuously on the other’s arm. He nodded at the straightforward answer, but it didn’t convince him at all. A stubborn disagreement had been close to bubbling to his lips when the motorcycle’s engine roared into life and interrupted what Feliciano had considered saying.
Holding his tongue, Feliciano lost himself in thought for a short while. He was happy he’d be getting his freedom soon, and that Ludwig was the one helping him obtain it… However he didn’t want to leave Ludwig again. He was a good man, his best friend… If only there was some way to free Ludwig too. To somehow let him join the Allies along with Feliciano. It was impossible, the rational part of his brain knew this, but he couldn’t help but daydream about it for a while. Alfred seemed like a good man, the heroic sort, maybe he could help?
It was a shame that every time he thought of a supposed plan Reality would raise its ugly head and come up with a thousand reasons why it wouldn’t work. No they were stuck… he’d get back to the Allies alright, Ludwig would make sure of that, but then they’d be separated again. He sniffled slightly and buried his chin in the blanket, making sure the material came all the way up to his chilled nose.
Chasing away the glum thoughts, Feliciano decided to take this time watching the views (or what he could make out in the darkness) pass them by once more. It wasn’t long into their journey however, that the long day and his stint as ‘look out’ caught up with him and Feliciano felt his eyelids droop. The steady thrum of the motorcycles’ engine, the rush of the breeze, and the late hour itself combined to make the Italian fall asleep quickly.
Moving at fairly high speeds whilst exposed to the elements whilst he slept caused the slumbering man to have those usual odd little dreams about flying, soaring through the sky; and he grinned idiotically as he slept on.
He wasn’t sure how long he was asleep, but by the time Feliciano blinked groggily awake, their momentum was slowing, and Ludwig was pulling over to the side of the road once more.
As they shuddered to a standstill, Feliciano looked over to see Ludwig hanging his helmet on the handle bars, before lugging his pack some distance away.
“Hn? Wha’s going on now?” It wasn’t the most eloquent question, but Feliciano couldn’t be bothered with articulacy as he spoke around a huge yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
His own question was answered as Ludwig began to pull civilian clothes from his pack and change. Feliciano politely turned away, even though at this distance and with the darkness surrounding them still, he couldn’t exactly see much to start with. Feliciano heard the order, but missed the look shot at him; he’d been about to ask if Ludwig wanted help hiding the motorcycle when his stomach growled audibly and the Italian flushed. He might as well do as Ludwig said.
Rooting around in the pack, Feliciano nearly cooed happily as he found the food Ludwig had promised, flopping down gratefully on the grass as he took a large bite. He could hear his companion moving about in the undergrowth behind him, obviously camouflaging their transport in the trees and bushes.
Finally Ludwig returned and Feliciano handed over some of the food to his friend. In the light cast by the moon, Feliciano smiled as he looked over Ludwig’s choice of clothes. “You look different… I’m so used to seeing you in uniform or in clothes for training… it’s nice though. You look good.”
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Post by Germany on May 29, 2013 11:00:12 GMT -5
Ludwig took a seat beside Feliciano and when he was passed some food he readily accepted it. It was also the fact that this might as well be their last meal together. When he was caught and his crimes discovered, even if the war was over, Ludwig wasn’t sure how much of a free nation he would be. His attention focused on Feliciano as the man began to speak and at the words Ludwig’s cheeks flushed.
Had he really never worn civilian wear in front of Feliciano?
Well, it made sense. Even when he was at home he wore the uniform, only because he was never sure when they needed him on the front or in Berlin. Ludwig glanced down at his outfit uncertainly before deciding that he wasn’t going to think any more on this and concentrated on eating his food.
“Ah…danke, Feliciano. I don’t really get many opportunities to wear civilian clothing.” He says softly finishing up his food when he remembered something. He dusted the crumbs off of his pants as he reached for his pack and pulled out some extra clothes.
“Actually, I brought you some as well. Your uniform looks less than presentable and I figured you’d probably want something a little warmer.” Ludwig explains as he passes the folded clothes to Feliciano.
“I’m going to let you know exactly what’s going to happen from here on out.” He shifts up so his back is straight and he’s sitting with perfect posture.
“I’m sure you’re aware that we’re very close to the border that divides German occupied territory and allied occupied territory. The reason I didn’t want to take our transport with us was because it’s clearly Germany and that wouldn’t bode well if we did come across allied soldiers. From here on out, we’ll be walking. I’ll take you as far as the next town but then I have to leave you. From there I would advise you contact your brother or one of the allies so they know you’re safe.”
Technically, Feliciano had been safe all along. Ludwig had made sure of that and especially back at headquarters where he had personally incarcerated the small Italian and brought the man food. He doubted any of his man would really want to do Feliciano harm but there were always those who were the exception.
He rummages through his pack again and pulls out the container of water taking a sip before offering it to Feliciano. “The clothes should be your size. I made sure they would fit your measurements. I want us to leave in at least the next hour if not earlier.”
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Post by North Italy on May 29, 2013 11:47:56 GMT -5
A soft chuckle was uttered as Feliciano continued his meal, amused that his simple compliment had flustered Ludwig. “You’re welcome; it makes a pleasant change, si?”
There was comfortable silence for a short while whilst Feliciano used the opportunity to sneak the odd glance at his companion as he pondered a myriad of different things. The choice of his civilian clothes suggested to Feliciano that there were still things he wasn’t aware of about his best friend. For one; his view of Ludwig in casual civilian attire was so limited that he didn’t really know what the German’s preference was regarding fashion, or if he had any preference at all. Several other little reflections crossed his mind. Questions of no importance that he would have liked to have found out about his friend, but he doubted he’d get the chance now.
Brushing crumbs from his hands, Feliciano resolved that after all this was over, he’d make sure to ask those questions. They were silly things really, but knowing he soon wouldn’t be able to ask them (probably for a long time) made them seem strangely vital. It was odd really… Perhaps he was just too afraid of being separated from people he cared about and felt a need to cling onto any memory or piece of information he could. He was sure he’d experienced the feeling before, but the emotion was so old and ingrained into his being that he had half forgotten what he was looking for amongst his memories.
He was pulled back to the present as Ludwig finished his own food and reached for his pack again. Feliciano looked up at the other man in confusion for a moment as a set of clothes were presented to him, until Ludwig explained himself.
Feliciano beamed at him and grasped the bundle of clothes gratefully to himself. He really would appreciate something a bit warmer to wear, and he’d been beginning to feel less like a soldier and more like some kind of vagabond in his current threadbare uniform.
“Grazie, Ludwig.” He set the clothes on his lap as Ludwig continued to speak and listened with rapt attention as the plan was explained in full. Feliciano nodded from time to time, to let Ludwig know he understood, but couldn’t help the icy stab of dread in his gut, and slight hollow sensation that returned to his chest when the German mentioned leaving him. He shouldn’t be so childish about it, it was for the best, and was bound to happen sooner or later. Still he couldn’t stop himself but fervently wishing to see his friend again (in more agreeable circumstances) soon. “I-I’ll try to do that… contact them as soon as I can.” He answered finally, realising that Ludwig would probably want some kind of confirmation.
Feliciano was glad when a water container was pressed into his palm, his mouth felt suddenly dry, and he swigged from the container gratefully. Passing it back, Feliciano stood, clutching his new clothes, and walked a short way away in order to change as Ludwig had done before.
Glad to be rid of the uniform, Feliciano drew on the new set of clothes with a hesitant smile. He was mildly surprised that Ludwig had remembered his measurements, and was impressed with the fit and comfort of them. He chided himself almost immediately; of course Ludwig would remember such things. The man had a pretty impressive memory after all.
Wrapping his arms around himself in a strange little self-hug, he then hopped on the spot followed by stretching his arms up as far as he could; as if testing the durability of his new outfit. He grinned, something so small making him feel ridiculously pleased, and returned to Ludwig’s side.
“These are wonderful, Ludwig. They look alright, don’t they?” He turned this way and that, for a moment his pre-war fashionista self resurfacing and wanting reassurance without a mirror to help his opinion. He knew it shouldn’t matter at all, and Ludwig had chosen well of course, but he liked to seek approval all the same.
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