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Post by North Italy on Jun 15, 2013 16:36:19 GMT -5
Oh… oh dear…
Feliciano had seemingly slumped and wilted with each passing expression and word from his former ally; the hopeful smile the Italian had worn was slowly ebbing away. Clearly this was not what the German had wanted to hear. A part of him knew this would be the case, but as he’d mentioned in passing before; he couldn’t have really pressed his brother for more precise information without appearing out of character. Still he could understand Ludwig’s irritation and felt bad for being part of the cause. He’d always hated being the reason for Ludwig’s stress.
“A probability is better than no idea whatsoever,” he mumbled quietly, just a little sullen.
Pulling himself together Feliciano pushed himself up to sit once more, hands reaching out and automatically grasping at Ludwig’s earnestly. “I swear to you, you have nothing to worry about. If you want to leave earlier than dawn then you can, but fratello won’t be here for a long time after if he has his way… and to be frank Romano usually finds means to have his way.”
The Italian had never been one for astute observations, but noticing little quirks and differences in a dear friend was something he was becoming more adept at. He’d noticed the way Ludwig’s eyes had been trained on him, and the way the man had been slumping slightly up until he’d mentioned his obvious tiredness, now he was denying feeling the strain that ever nation currently bore.
Clucking his tongue impatiently, Feliciano leaned forward a little so he could look at Ludwig more carefully (heedless of course to that silly little thing known by most as ‘personal space’).
The man really could be stubborn as a mule sometimes… prideful too. Feliciano’s brows furrowed at the thought. He’d run himself into the ground and half to death before he’d admit to feeling the pressures of a nation at war.
“Scèmo,” the word was muttered too softly for Ludwig to hear and without any offensive tone behind it before he continued. “You’re allowed to need help sometimes too y’know. Whatever happened to relying on me when you’re in a pinch?”
It was true; Feliciano would love to help his friend if he’d only ask it of him, and the Italian couldn’t help but think that Ludwig needed some form of distraction or relief before he was thrown back into stress and turmoil after he left him here. He might be wrong in thinking that but…
Huffing, Feliciano allowed a little of his usual cheerful nature to surface once more, aiming a lop-sided smile at the other man as he continued to hold onto his hands, humming as he entwined their fingers playfully. He changed the subject somewhat. “I’m glad you planned ahead, that means there’s less to worry about than I thought… and you’re smart, you won’t get caught.”
He chuckled, caught off guard slightly by the thinning of Ludwig’s lips and the unexpected question; he shrugged his shoulders and broke eye contact to look at their joined hands briefly instead. “I thought since I didn’t give you an exact time that you might be wary of sleeping in case Romano showed up earlier than expected. I was offering to stay up on watch so you could rest properly and know that you’d have a warning should I prove to be wrong and the allies appear sooner than anticipated.”
Feliciano looked up again in order to grin, though in all honesty he felt more like pouting. No more sketching together then… that was a shame, he’d enjoyed doing that (despite the strange feeling of nostalgia that had threatened to overwhelm him at the time… but he’d ignore that in favour of more companionship). Fighting back the selfish thought, Feliciano reminded himself yet again that Ludwig was going completely against the grain and putting himself in real danger by being here, diverting himself with sketching was probably the last thing on his mind.
Mischievousness glinted in his eyes once again as Feliciano finally let go of Ludwig’s hands and instead wrapped his arms around broad shoulders in a quick hug. “Well then I’m glad for the company… and no I don’t need to sleep. Why waste our time together with that?” He pulled a face as if the idea repulsed him; completely ignoring the hypocrisy that he’d suggested Ludwig sleep not moments before.
He knew deep down he could definitely do with some rest, but that could wait until night-fall. For now he wanted to spend time talking with his friend and hoped that the German wouldn’t mind any possible clinginess on his part that may result from the ever present fact in his mind that they’d be parting ways soon.
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Post by Germany on Jun 15, 2013 19:57:36 GMT -5
Ludwig wanted to say if the probability was wrong then nothing would have been better than the probability but he refrained. It was their last time together and he didn’t want to ruin the slight peacefulness, despite the circumstances, that had fallen between them. They hadn’t actually argued and he hadn’t gotten angry with the smaller Italian and he really did want to keep it that way. So, he let the comment slide.
When Feliciano leaned forward, Ludwig couldn’t help but lean back a bit at the way he seemed to invade his personal space. His brow, once again, rose as he studied Feliciano trying to figure out what he was doing or more like what he was planning to do. His expression softened at the Italian’s next words, luckily he hadn’t understood the one word in Italian and so regardless of the fact that it wasn’t said meanly, he did not take any offence.
He was quiet for a while letting the words really sink in. Pinch. It was true they had made a promise that they would rely on each other when they were in a pinch. However, he wouldn’t quite call what he was in a pinch. It was more like a quick and sure way for complete governmental collapse. “But I’m not in a pinch.” He murmurs back, his tone verging on soft.
The childish belief that he wouldn’t get caught was cute. But Ludwig couldn’t be too sure. He had always been more pessimistic than optimistic and even more so now than before. When he felt Feliciano intertwine their fingers he couldn’t help but look down and stare. His expression a little flushed and confused but other than that he let Feliciano do as he please. It wasn’t bothering him any, really, and it would be the last time in a long time they’d be able to be this close. He had a feeling after the war was done he wouldn’t have the freedom visit anyone without permission from the allies.
Ludwig didn’t comment on the fact that just moments earlier Feliciano was practically ordering him to get some rest. If he was being honest, he was a little glad that neither of them was planning to sleep. The hug had caught him mildly off guard and he barely had enough time to gently pat the smaller male on the back. “It seems neither of us are tired.” He comments. “Are you hungry in that case?”
For some reason he felt a little awkward. He wasn’t sure what they could talk about, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to talk about knowing that it would be a long time from now they’d get to talk like this again. He had never been good with small talk and even less so under pressure. They weren’t able to really talk about the war, not that he really wanted too since that was all he was talking about with anyone else.
Ludwig gently placed both his hands on each of Feliciano’s shoulders as he gently guided him back so he wasn’t leaning forward so precariously before pulling his chair a little closer. “And if you’re not hungry, what did you want to talk about?”
He figured he might as well ask, seeing as then he would know exactly what the Italian wanted conversation wise from him.
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Post by North Italy on Jun 15, 2013 20:26:49 GMT -5
Feliciano knew that sometimes he could be a bit of a pain, and ‘invasion of personal space’ was just something that occurred naturally to him, it always had done. In his eyes what was the point of telling someone you felt affection for them (be it friendship, familial bonds, or love) and not express that affection physically? Ludwig and quite a few others had never seemed to appreciate this particular viewpoint, and Feliciano respected that… but at the same time he just found it too difficult to change his mannerisms after a life time of being tactile and expressive in his fondness.
Ludwig’s soft denial of being ‘in a pinch’ caused a gentle smile to curl on his lips and he stifled a giggle. He may not see it as such, but in Feliciano’s eyes the German man certainly was or could be in a sticky situation by this time tomorrow. He had faith of course, that his companion would make his way back without any hitches to his plan; such was his unshakeable belief in his friends’ abilities. However he couldn’t help but be a little apprehensive on Ludwig’s behalf.
More than anything, Feliciano was glad at this moment that Ludwig had chosen not to pull away from his persistent affectionate gestures, and had made no move to argue with anything the Italian said. It was sweet of him, Feliciano decided. The gentle pat on his back when he’d hugged was further proof of that.
“No, I’m not very hungry… though I guess I wouldn’t say no to food if you had any spare. Make sure you keep enough for your return journey though.” He murmured needlessly; Ludwig was Ludwig and was bound to have meticulously rationed his food prior to Feliciano’s suggestion.
Gentle hands on his shoulders made Feliciano tilt his head and regard Ludwig with warm curiosity. That was a good question; what could they talk about?
Anything of national security or the war was out, not that he wanted to discuss such matters anyway. He touched a forefinger to his lower lip in thought before lighting on a subject.
“Well anything and everything would be nice to discuss… but mentioning sketching earlier reminded me… I don’t think I ever asked who your favourite artist was. What kind of art do you like best? I want to know more about you for interests’ sake too… I’d like to know more about Ludwig. I know you’ve probably told me quite a bit about yourself before, but it’s hard to just talk about ourselves and not end up in political discussions of some kind.” He couldn’t really elaborate better than that and finished with a shrug. “I like to know everything about my friends, don’t you? What were you like long before I met you? What do you hope to do in the future? Those sorts of things.”
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Post by Germany on Jun 16, 2013 12:19:55 GMT -5
Ludwig’s hands dropped from Feliciano’s shoulders as he kept the Italian’s gaze for a little longer before nodding and heading over to his bag. Crouching beside it, he pulled out two pieces of bread with cheese and salami so that they could share a bit of something to eat. Honestly, Ludwig was a little hungrier than he liked to admit and so when Feliciano didn’t argue for some food, he used it as a sort of excuse to eat something as well. Easing back into the chair he had been using since they had arrived in the room Ludwig passed one of the pieces of bread to Feliciano before settling down properly and taking a long deserved bite from the food.
He chewed it pensively and meticulously as he thought over the questions asked of him and how personal they were, on top of the fact that no one had ever asked him something of that nature before.
What was his favourite type of art?
Well, that was a question he had never really put much thought into. His brows knit together as he tried to think of all the artists he at least found some of their pieces interesting. There were artists like Johann Friedrich Overbeck or Albrecht Altdorfer that he could admittedly say he liked many of their work of arts and there was also his strange fondness for modern art that had been condemned as degenerate art in the Third Reich. He wondered if it was just a part of him rebelling against the institute that had trapped him in committing atrocities that he would have never ever committed on any circumstance.
However, most of those artists had fled the country and although there had been one exhibit put on by the Third Reich to show ‘degenerate’ art as they liked to call it, he knew for a fact that many of his people enjoyed it more than they let on judging by the amount of visitors the exhibit hosted daily.
“I’ve never really put much thought on who is my favourite artist.” Ludwig answers honestly. “There are too many to pick from and it really depends on my mood what type of art I like to go see.” He pauses thoughtfully. “As for the type of art that I like, I’ve always been fond of romanticism and modern art specifically expressionism.”
Actually, now that Ludwig thinks about it. He’s not sure if he told Feliciano much about himself and more so about Germany. He was sure the small Italian was more than aware of what irritated him and the foods that he enjoyed but that was just the surface of his interest. It was like the tip of the iceberg, where one can’t see that there is so much more hiding under the surface.
What was he like long before Feliciano met him?
Gott…that one was difficult because it wasn’t too long ago, at least for nations, that his memories became blurry and indiscernible. His childhood had been filled with learning and ambiguity. It was actually a subject that he didn’t really like talking about. Roderich and Gilbert didn’t really like talking about it too much either and so reflecting on it was a strange concept.
“I haven’t changed that much since before you met me.” He says simply, really not wanting to broach the subject any more than that for fear of the pain that would come with trying to remember time long past. Time that he technically shouldn’t remember at all.
“I’ve never really had a friend before this to really want to know anything about them.” Ludwig’s lips thin at this. Feliciano was his first friend and Kiku, as much as Ludwig called him a friend, didn’t get to see the other man as much. They were both busy on different fronts and that was understandable, maybe sometime in the future, after all this, they could probably talk and get to know each other better. The small interactions they did have, had proved to Ludwig that Kiku was someone he did indeed want to know more about.
What did he hope to do in the future?
Ludwig hoped to right the wrongs committed by Hitler. He hoped that he didn’t disappear after this war and he hoped a better future for his people. Those were the things he hoped for but thinking about such a prospect almost depressed him because when would he really see that end? Hitler was relentless and he’d much rather see the destruction of Germany than give up on a useless and ridiculous cause.
“I’d rather not talk about the future, right now.” It was too far away, and it didn’t look good for him right now. “Now, it’s your turn to answer the questions.”
If he had taken the time to give Feliciano decently thoughtful answers, the smaller male could do the same at least. Ludwig had managed to finish the small bit of food he had gotten for the two and calmly dusted his hands as he remained seated, waiting for a reply he was sure to get.
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Post by North Italy on Jun 16, 2013 13:18:42 GMT -5
The sight of food was a welcome one, and Feliciano found he was hungrier than he’d first assumed; judging by the agreeable growl his stomach made as he was handed the items. Grinning sheepishly, Feliciano took a large bite and chewed quietly as Ludwig contemplated the questions he’d thrown at him.
Just as respecting personal space was not within his nature; Feliciano also suffered from the bad habit of asking questions that were often far too blunt or private. In his mind he kept little from his close friends and those he considered family, and so presumed that everyone else was wired the same way as he.
He made himself comfortable as Ludwig mulled the questions over, taking smaller bites of his food than the first in order to make it last longer. The Italian’s gaze was interested and calculating as Ludwig answered his first question, his expression changing as the other man spoke into one that was soft and almost appraising.
Good, they shared some common ground where art was concerned after all.
“That’s a very good answer,” Feliciano interjected warmly as his friend considered answers for his other queries. Waving expressive hands, Feliciano attempted to clarify on his statement. “When I ask that question to others; so many of them give me the name of one or maybe two artists they consider their favourites… and although they're more than entitle to their opinion it…” He hummed and paused to find the right words, chuckling gently before he admitted. “It drives me mad every single time!”
He nibbled at his meal a bit more; enjoying the taste despite its simplicity. It was good, and the ingredients filling even though there wasn’t a lot of it. Around a mouthful he added. “You were right with what you said ‘there’s too many to pick from’. I just can’t understand how others can limit themselves to just one artist. There are so many! All of them with their own style, their own unique way of expressing themselves. All the different ways each of them uses their chosen mediums.” He waved one arm grandly as if there was art in their very hotel room with which he could show Ludwig examples from. “there’s just as much depth and beauty in a Romantic classic as there is in a piece of Modern Art. Each and every piece of art has value in my eyes; and every artist is a sheer genius to show their thoughts and emotions as they do-“
He trailed off then, realising he was speaking so passionately about a subject that quite a few deemed ‘unimportant’. He flushed and ducked his head in order to busy himself with his meal as Ludwig began to speak again.
Resting his gaze on his friend once more, Feliciano listened with rapt attention; eyes wide with curiosity. It wasn’t everyday he got to learn something new about his friend and this was a great opportunity.
If the Italian was waiting for a grand reveal about the early days of Ludwig, the nation of Germany, he was to be disappointed. The answer was short and fairly ambiguous. Still, he didn’t hold it against the man. Sometimes the past was just too difficult or painful to discuss. He had been hoping to learn a little something about him though…
Pushing aside the slight disappointment (he’d love to learn everything about his closest friend), Feliciano instead concentrated on what Ludwig was continuing to say. Feliciano was aware of course, that he was Ludwig’s first true friend. The man had admitted as much before. However the hint that Ludwig might like to know something about him in return warmed Feliciano to the very core and he beamed happily at the man as he finished the final bite of his food.
The Italian nodded in understanding as Ludwig shied away from the issue of the future. In hindsight it had been a rather insensitive question given their current situation, and Feliciano felt a little guilty for bringing it up in the first place.
Brushing a thumb across his lower lip to remove any lingering crumbs there, Feliciano mused over his own questions now returned to him. It was nice, he decided, that Ludwig really wanted to know about him as well. Pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, Feliciano caught Ludwig’s steady gaze as he answered.
“Well you now know my stance on artists. Any and every artist and art style I love in different ways and for different reasons. Of course I’ve always had a soft spot for the likes of Leonardo Da Vinci, Michaelangelo, and Sandro Botticelli; but I think that’s just my Italian bias showing.” He winked cheekily and continued. “As for the other questions…”
He considered them carefully for a moment. His history was a long one and as open as he was with his best friend, he doubted that Ludwig would want to hear every detail of his life from when Grandfather Rome found him until now…best to keep it simple until they had a more leisurely time in which they could talk.
“As you said; I haven’t changed much since before you met me either.” He chortled. “I’m still the same, silly, irresponsible person I’ve always been.” Though… that wasn’t strictly true now he thought on it. “There was a time when I was a bit… wilder I suppose. More willing to fight. I’ve never been brilliant at it though; I’ve always preferred to find a peaceful resolution for things. I’ve always liked food and art and good company. I guess that stems from Nonno’s influence…” He shook his head and laughed again, brightly, eyes creasing as he spoke. “Hmm, si, still the same really. Though I’m afraid to say that I’ve mellowed out even further over time instead of becoming more driven to improve my standing and conquer others. One day you might look in on me and I’ll have transformed into a lazy cat, or sloth, or something equally as mellow and slow.” He teased sing-song and then added as an afterthought. “Though I’m sure you’ll keep me on my toes and in shape, Ludwig. You won’t let me get indolent.”
Tilting his head he let his eyebrows furrow at the final question. The future… well Ludwig was right; it was hard to speak of it easily at this moment in time but… “I’d like peace. Proper peace. I know that’s a fool’s dream, but it would be nice; even if it were only for a few decades. I’d like to get Italy back on its feet, er figuratively speaking. But I’d also like to take some time for me too, though that might be a little selfish. I’d like to be able to get back into art again, maybe paint a few pieces under a pseudonym or something; that would be fun.” He rested his head against his arms as he stared off into the distance. “I’d like to be able to remain close friends with you and be able to visit and talk freely again too. You're my best friend and you're important to me. The others too, Roderich and Kiku and Gilbert... but you're my closest friend...”
Catching Ludwig’s eye he grinned and amended his earlier thought. “Well, only if you don’t mind me bugging you of course.”
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Post by Germany on Jun 16, 2013 17:39:48 GMT -5
It was interesting what topics really brought out the passion in Feliciano, although, he should have really known it would have been art considering the few times he’d caught the Italian painting his tanks. However, the type of passion it spurred was a different story altogether. He had never heard Feliciano speak so confidently and with the tone of knowing so much. It almost sounded like him when he talked about war.
Art and War.
They were on such different spectrum. Art creates beautiful pieces of work whereas war destroys beauty and innocent. Ludwig felt as if accepting Feliciano as an ally had been a bad idea for the sole reason that if he had known the small Italian better before, he would have wanted to preserve the slight innocence the man had even though in Feliciano’s younger years he had probably faced enough war to know exactly what it entailed and more. Yet, Feliciano had managed to still hold onto that innocence’s and if he had been around when the other was younger, he would have tried hard to preserve it even more so than it was now.
How did they become friends? How did they have anything in common to want to stick around for so long? Ludwig knew that there were many art pieces that depicted war, destruction, death and heroism in war. There was art that galvanized a concept that should be shamed and not promoted.
There were so many things wrong with their relationship…and yet, there were so many positive things about it too. It had really grounded Ludwig, made him see things in a different light and appreciate things he probably would have never appreciated before. Feliciano had assured that he didn’t fall into cruelty and he maintained his state of sanity, for the most part.
Peace.
That was also a strange concept but again, he should have figured that would slip from Feliciano’s lips. It made sense for the small Italian to want something like that and honestly, at this point, he couldn’t disagree with such a want. However, he knew for a fact that peace was never an option. It was too impractical and politicians liked to argue, disagree and above all exert their power over others. That was how it has been and will always be because a politician who didn’t let power get to them would be a novelty if anything.
It was a cute dream but not one that would be foreseeable in the future. Not by any means. There has always been one constant in the world and that had been fighting which subsequently led to war in some shape or form. What were most of the stories and legends about: fighting and war. What did people like to learn about: fighting and war. There was this fascination to study suffering and one that people strived on.
Ludwig was sure Italy understood that though. That there just couldn’t be peace no matter how hard you tried because there was always someone out there that would want to cause a fight. It was the sad truth and Ludwig was guilty of that because he was the provoker for this war. Everyone had wanted peace and he didn’t want to hear anything of it and had taken Poland, Austria, Bohemia and many more without caring about what the other nations would have to say about it. He had squashed the possibility of peace under his heel and grounded it into the ground. And Feliciano still wanted to be his friend? Ludwig couldn’t believe it…
“Why are you my friend Feliciano? …if you want peace why did you become my ally, why did you become my friend knowing I was the one who destroyed the peace, who didn’t even give it a chance.” Ludwig’s gaze was fixed on Feliciano’s brown ones. He needed to know, why Feliciano would go against everything he believed in for the future.
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Post by North Italy on Jun 16, 2013 18:24:22 GMT -5
He’d known as soon as he’d spoken the words that they would provoke some response or deep thought process within his friend. Ludwig seemed like something of a philosophical creature at times. Always striving to understand and think things through carefully. Feliciano had always been impressed by his rationality, so he was sure that Ludwig would be considering what he’d told him from various viewpoints.
Feliciano rearranged his position as Ludwig was lost in contemplation; keeping his movements quiet so as not to disturb the other man. The Italian shifted towards Ludwig once again, careful not to rustle the fabric of the bed sheets too much as he did, and slanted his head curiously at his friend as he watched the myriad of emotions crossing his features.
It had struck him as he’d explained his gossamer and near fairytale like hopes for the future that Ludwig might find them unrealistic. He’d be right in thinking so of course. Peace amongst all nations for any period of time was just not a feasible possibility in the harsh light of day. Reality was never a pleasant thing, and Feliciano had always been guilty of having whimsical and idealistic notions on love, peace, and brotherhood amongst his fellow nations. He was well aware of course, that such dreams would never truly come to pass, at least not in the near future; but it was still a pleasant dream, one which he clung to when things seemed particularly bleak.
Another revelation which had come to pass, after he’d spoken his naïve hopes and wishes, was just how different he and his best friend were. Like night and day at times; there were some similarities here and there, but in all they were very different people. At the beginning of their relationship such a realisation would have scared Feliciano silly; causing his mind to jump from one panicked scenario to another and come to the conclusion that Ludwig would abandon him at any given moment due to their sheer incompatibility. However many a reassurance later, Feliciano had learnt to be more relaxed, and so it was that as his mind supplied just how odd a pair they made, his only response was to smile brightly to himself and agree with his internal summary.
Yes, they were very different in various respects; but somehow those same differences kept them bonded.
For not the first time, and certainly not the last, Feliciano was left in wonderment as his friend returned from his reverie and suddenly asked a question that was very close to what Feliciano had been pondering not moments before.
That man has to be a telepath!
The gaze resting on him was fixed and serious, the question though made Feliciano’s lips purse at the way it had been worded. It seemed almost as if Ludwig was blaming himself for things again…
Feliciano’s eyes softened and he smiled, shaking his head as if amused. Reaching out he grabbed Ludwig’s hand once more, shrugging as he brought it up into their line of sight and then held the German's hand closer to his chest between both of his own as he mulled over what to say to that.
“Hmm, I could ask you the same thing. Why be my friend when I hinder you so? But I won’t… I’m your friend for a lot of reasons. Your nation itself and your current government might have destroyed the peace I’d like, but you haven’t.” He grinned and spoke honestly, straight from the heart. “You’re strong and capable and spur me on to do my best even when everyone else might think otherwise. You may not think it yourself, but you are kind… very kind. You’re smart and fun to talk to and be with, I feel safe and very happy with you, even when you’re pulling your drill-sergeant routine.” He giggled then and leaned forward awkwardly as he’d done before, releasing Ludwig's captured hand in order to give him a quick, reassuring hug. “You shouldn’t bother questioning why I’m your friend, Ludwig. I just am, I like you a lot and will continue to do so. I don’t know… I can just see so much good in you, y’know?”
He trailed off helplessly, unsure how to better explain it, and returned to sitting on the bed properly so as not to unnerve his friend. “Please don’t think badly of yourself and question those things. I’m sure if circumstances were different you would have given peace a chance, so you shouldn’t worry… I mean, I want to be close to you no matter what.”
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Post by Germany on Jul 18, 2013 21:16:07 GMT -5
It was always such a novelty when Feliciano reached out to touch him in moments like these, moments where he was a lot more vulnerable. It was also a vulnerability he never usually let people see, for understandable reasons. Ludwig knew how it felt to be vulnerable in a room full of strangers and fellow nations. When he had woken up, for a week and more (he wasn’t at all too sure because of the vagueness of his memory at the time), he had been completely vulnerable. He was surprised no one had taken full advantage of him seeing as he had been on his own for a while.
The hand was warm, small but comforting. His gaze fell on it as he watched Feliciano lift it up so that they could both look at it. His expression, at least his facial features, didn’t betray what he was feeling but as was accustomed with him, his eyes betrayed every little thing he was thinking. However, sometimes, with such a mix of so many emotions, it was hard to decipher exactly what was going on in Ludwig’s head. He wasn’t sure if he should be thankful for that or not but he hated being an open book especially when he had been taught at a young age to keep your thoughts and emotions to yourself.
At Feliciano’s words Ludwig wanted to disagree with them all. It was his government…but did he really want to be friends with someone who craved battle so much; a person who enjoyed the challenge of figuring out how to eliminate the opposing military. These were not qualities one would find in a kind individual, far from it.
When he felt the heat around his hand disappear and arms wrap around him, he instinctively tensed as he swallowed a lump that had lodged itself in his throat. That was the problem. Ludwig was scared that even if he had been given a chance…he wouldn’t have chosen peace. He would have dived head first into another war just like he did in WWI and now in this war.
Feliciano had not seen him at the beginning of this madness and he could only be relieved about that because now Ludwig wasn’t sure if he could handle a life without the Italian. That thought alone scared him. The tall German should have been scared on countless occasions during the war. However, it was this thought that scared him the most and it seemed so illogical and incomprehensible to him, yet, there he was, scared of the idea.
It was the next words that really snapped him out of his reverie and he looked up, brows knitted together, studying Feliciano’s face and yet looking past it.
How did it come to this….?
There were so many conflicting thoughts running through his mind it was impossible to react but…when he finally did tear his gaze away from the Italian. And, he was hunched over staring down at his hands; they were no longer steady but shaky. He could feel a cold creep over him and clench tightly around his heart. It was painful and yet, Ludwig didn’t quite understand what it meant. However, the suffocating pressure against his heart mirrored the exact same pain he had felt at the restaurant on Valentine’s Day not even a year back….or had it been longer? He couldn’t remember anymore…not that he really did want to anyway.
“Feliciano…” Ludwig finally speaks up his voice a little gruff. He clears his throat as he straightens up again. “You say such ridiculous things.”
He didn’t know how to respond. Ludwig wasn’t used to receiving very many compliments and the way they were talking, although he had initiated as so, felt like they were parting to never see each other again….which could be a likely future depending on how certain events play out.
Ludwig had wanted to say that he wanted to be close to the small Italian too. He wanted to say he hoped that his friend’s words were true because he was scared. He was so scared it pained him and it was a fear he didn’t quite understand fully if even at all. Ludwig abruptly stood up as he turned his back on the Italian and made his way to the window peering out of it and keeping to himself as he tried to sort through all the feelings he was currently experiencing.
“Why do you have to say such ridiculous and nonsensical things…” He repeats. It was not true, Feliciano was making perfect sense but Ludwig really didn’t want to hear any of that, not at a time like this and not when there was so much self-loathing. Those were words he’d have to learn to accept and his mind was not even close to knowing how to do such a feat.
The tall man didn’t move from the window as he gazed out on the street but didn’t see anything because where he was looking was in a completely different location from where he was standing now. “I have to go soon.” Ludwig wasn’t sure what else to say but it was the only thing that came to mind. It was the only thing that made him feel as worthless as he deserved because his only comfort, at the moment, was sitting barely a meter away from him and he couldn’t act. He couldn’t do anything that he wanted to do because he had given all of that up the day he had been rejected.
(( I had no idea it was going to veer in this direction....I hope you can work with this and sorry for such a delay in response. I have a feeling my thread with Roderich has effected the way I think for this one knowing what will happen in the near future. But finally, here it is. ))
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Post by North Italy on Jul 20, 2013 15:31:43 GMT -5
Feliciano watched Ludwig carefully as he’d spoken, thoughtful brown eyes flitting over the German’s features. The same impassive expression; same stoic countenance that those that claimed to be close to Ludwig grew accustomed to over time. However Feliciano had learnt over the years to watch Ludwig’s eyes in order to give some slight hint at what the other man might be thinking or feeling. As it was those eyes were so full of various emotions at this moment that the Italian was rather at a loss as to whether his words had been taken well or not.
Ludwig was returning his gaze with equal weight and seriousness, Feliciano had felt the man tense up at his hug and repressed a small sigh. Locking eyes with his friend once more, Feliciano was disheartened to see those eyes unfocused and the brows knitting together with an emotion Feliciano just knew in his heart of hearts couldn’t be pleasant. Their contact broke then, and Feliciano was left feeling confused; a warning chill trickling down his spine and pooling into his stomach. Had he said something wrong? Done something wrong?
His friend had hunched over; a pose Feliciano was unaccustomed to seeing in the other. It was a defeatist stance, a weak and sorrowful protective curl; he knew the position well having adopted it many times himself. However on Ludwig? Such an action seemed wrong; looked wrong somehow.
Eyes softened in sympathy and then; startled, widened again. In taking in Ludwig’s countenance he’d noticed something just as unsettling as his hunched figure; the German’s hands were shaking.
What was wrong?
He parted his lips in order to ask just that, but quickly swallowed the words. Ludwig was a strong man, a proud man; to have him point out what he would consider a ‘weakness’ would only embarrass him. Instead Feliciano reached out in an attempt to catch hold of those shaking hands within his own; but was stopped short as Ludwig finally spoke.
He sat there, eyes wide, and hands half-outstretched towards the other man as if frozen in place. The gruffness in Ludwig’s voice was the only thing preventing a fresh wave of hurt from bathing his heart. The optimist in him latched onto that soft, hoarse tone and insisted that Ludwig hadn’t meant the words to sound quite as harsh as they’d come out.
They were friends; he reminded himself. They might not see eye-to-eye on matters all the time, but that didn’t mean Ludwig liked him any less…
… Or so he hoped.
When Ludwig straightened, Feliciano drew his hands away quickly, folding them in his lap to hide the fact he’d been about to try and hold Ludwig’s hands in a comforting gesture. He wetted his lips and went to speak again, to give some kind of intelligent answer that may sway the German’s estimation of his previous statements; however Ludwig stood abruptly, turned on his heel and went to look out of the window.
Feliciano’s shoulders slumped and that niggling self-doubt and small, familiar ache in his heart returned all over again.
He nibbled on a thumbnail for a moment, eyes worrisome, as he regarded Ludwig’s silhouette against the illumination of the window. Ludwig spoke, Feliciano’s heart clenched at the words, and he took a small fortifying breath as he squeezed his eyes closed.
He’d speak plain. No need to try and pander to what Ludwig wanted. For once he needed to be the strong one. He wasn’t the bravest person, nor the smartest he’d wager; but he could tell that Ludwig needed some kind of help; emotional support.
Letting go his breath in a small, barely irritated puff of air, Feliciano opened his eyes again and chose his words carefully. Keeping his gaze locked on Ludwig’s back.
“There’s no reason why… I’m simply telling the truth.” He begins softly. “Clearly you think the truth is ridiculous and nonsensical.” He allowed himself a small, cheeky smile at that.
It was the truth… even if it wasn’t Ludwig’s truth; to Feliciano they had been honest words he’d spoken. Not ridiculous at all, merely the way he viewed his friend and the world at large. Why should that be deemed any less rational than what Ludwig believed?
He pointedly ignored Ludwig’s next statement, as well as he could anyway. Ignored the fearful flutter and hollowness it evoked within him. Instead showing a stubbornness he rarely let get the better of him, Feliciano stood as well, crossing the room and impulsively wrapping his arms around the German from behind, leaning his forehead against his back and smiling brokenly. “Now who’s speaking nonsense? You have until dawn at least… and you need to rest up before you go trekking around through Allied territory or you’ll get distracted and clumsy and caught. Hardly a good way to end a mission.”
He tried to ignore too the little voice nagging that he was being selfish for suggesting Ludwig stay longer. It was true; he did honestly feel Ludwig should rest up before attempting his journey back, but he’d be lying if he denied wanting Ludwig to stay for personal reasons too. He cared for the man, wanted him to stay and talk and pretend everything was well for even just a few hours. It was strange, and Feliciano couldn’t describe it, but he felt a tug and pull; a connection to the other that he hadn’t felt since… well a long time. He was too scared to give it a name, as shameful as that seemed, but he’d be pleased of Ludwig’s company for a while longer all the same.
He tightened his grip minutely, expecting at any moment to get shoved away and fearing it. “You should stay a little while and rest…” He repeated once again. He sounded like a broken record he was sure, but wanted to press the matter and let the words hang in the air between them; hoping that Ludwig would relent just this once.
((It's fine, dear. I could work with it just fine (at least I hope I have X3 let me know if you wanted a different reaction) and no need to apologise. It was well worth the wait ;P ))
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Post by Germany on Jul 22, 2013 8:02:32 GMT -5
Ludwig hadn’t heard when Feliciano had gotten up nor did he react much too when thin arms wrapped around his torso. He could feel the Italian’s lithe body press against his and as much as Ludwig wanted to take comfort from it, he just couldn’t. He had mentally placed himself on an unreachable island and he liked the fact that he was suffering but at the same time he wanted someone to make the effort to pull him back into the light. He hated that the chilly grip of pessimism and depression had taken such a strong hold on him and as much as he had twisted in its grasp at the beginning of its hold on him, it had sucked the energy out of him and he hung limply, nearly lifelessly, from its pale boney hands.
However, there was a warmth with Feliciano and soon that warmth began seeping into him and although he didn’t feel the greatest it did re-energize him to an extent—enough to reply appropriately (something he liked doing). One of his hands gently patted the two interlocked hands of the Italian as he let out a small sigh.
“No, you’re right. It would be stupid of me to get caught.”
Ludwig took hold of both of Feliciano’s wrists as he carefully tugs the hands apart so he can move, turning around in the loosened grip so he was facing the smaller male. They were barely a hair’s width apart and the tall German had to nearly rest his chin on his chest to look at the top of Feliciano’s head properly.
He grew quiet as he gazed down at the man, his expression turning a little melancholic as he kept his hold on the other’s wrists. Ludwig swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat before lightly tugging him completely against him and releasing his hold on one of the wrists to almost hesitantly wrap it around the middle of Feliciano’s back in at first a loose embrace but as the seconds ticked away his hold tightened and he was burying his face in the Italian’s hair once again.
It was so odd how easy this had become and how much he took comfort from the action. Ludwig didn’t linger long as he lifted his face and began to gently release the smaller man. It had taken him a little time but he had managed to compose himself so that the cracks that had been showing were slowly fading away. There was no point in breaking when there was still so much left to do and the future, as he had said himself, was uncertain.
“I know I’ve always given you hell for this, however, considering the circumstances…” He had guided Feliciano back a step with his hands keeping the man near but not as close as before. “Would you care to join me in sleep?”
Ludwig’s cheeks had turned a light shade of red at the absurdity of his proposition but he knew that it would please the Italian. And…what did he have to lose from doing so? At least the last memory Feliciano would have of him would be something nice rather than not.
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Post by North Italy on Jul 22, 2013 14:28:18 GMT -5
Ludwig had remained impassive, almost statue-like in his stillness as Feliciano embraced him. Yet the rejection or outright shove Feliciano had been dreading never occurred. Instead Ludwig allowed him to stay there, allowed Feliciano’s arms to remain locked around his chest and his body pressed to his back.
He’d seen such still and quiet in the man before, but these moments usually preceded an outburst of some kind… this felt different however. There would be no outburst, Feliciano was sure now, and he pressed himself closer still as if his presence might reassure the other in some small way.
The first movement he registered was a hand patting gently at his own, and relief swept over Feliciano’s features like an incoming tide. His efforts were somewhat appreciated then.
Ludwig’s hands gently gripped his wrists and pulled them apart. It was strange, but the places where calloused fingers touched his skin caused warm tingles to travel up his arms; an oddly pleasant shiver trailing down his back.
He willingly let himself be manoeuvred, head tilted in a curious slant and eyes blinking up slowly at the other man as Ludwig turned within his hold to face him properly. They were very close; Feliciano noted absently, and somehow this fresh knowledge made his pulse kick and speed up for reasons the Italian just couldn’t fathom. He brushed the thought aside and instead kept his focus on his friend.
He was acutely aware of the sombre expression Ludwig wore and the soft press of hands at his wrists still. The hands were more than welcome… that expression however was something Feliciano hated to see on his companion. He ached to ease it somehow… though was unsure how to achieve such ends.
Feliciano parted his lips to speak, though what he was about to say even he didn’t know. Instead he found himself tugged lightly forward and pressed into an unexpected embrace.
His eyes widened briefly in surprise. It wasn’t often Ludwig was the one to initiate such contact after all.
Slowly, the embrace went from a hesitant, unsure thing, to a strong, warm enfold that had Feliciano grinning despite himself. His own arms moved up wrap around Ludwig’s back and he found himself nuzzling against his friends' chest as he breathed deeply. He could feel just above him that Ludwig’s face was buried in his hair and the sensation made him feel strangely secure. Closing his eyes for a moment, Feliciano reveled in the peace surrounding them both and decided he was entirely too comfortable within the German's hold.
Recalling Ludwig’s earlier words, Feliciano mumbled softly against the fabric of Ludwig’s shirt. “Si… very stupid… and you don’t seem like the type of person who’d appreciate being known as stupid.”
All too soon, Feliciano felt Ludwig shift and release him, stifling a disappointed sigh, the Italian let his head raise so he could look his friend in the eye and offer a reassuring smile. Ludwig didn’t need pity; sympathy maybe, someone to listen and maybe try to understand things. But certainly not pity. He respected the other far too much to do that.
Feliciano clasped his hands behind his back and listened intently as Ludwig’s hands guided him back, but kept him fairly near. He looked momentarily as if he was struggling with what he wished to say next; his cheeks starting to darken in a familiar way which made Feliciano grin all the wider.
… He was asking that? Feliciano blinked for a moment in mild wonderment. Not only was it one of the last things he’d expected Ludwig to ask him, but he also knew how much it must have cost the other man (emotionally speaking) to work up the nerve to actually propose such a thing.
Feliciano chortled in pleasure and grabbed hold of both Ludwig’s hands gently; eyes creasing at the corners as he regarded the other. “I’d like that a lot,” and trying to lighten the previously heavy atmosphere slightly threw the German a teasing wink and added, “It’s about time you realised the benefits of my company and a good siesta. It only took me years to convince you… I’m impressed.”
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Post by Germany on Jul 22, 2013 19:01:10 GMT -5
Ludwig certainly wouldn’t have been the type of person who would have appreciated being called something so insulting. It wasn’t the worse insult by far but it was still up there, at least, for the German it was. There were so many words he’d much rather be called but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. There were moments were one truly did act stupid but the good thing was that it happened to everyone. It was common and at least that thought was vaguely reassuring. A prime example was the idiot in front of him, but one of the kindest idiots he’d ever met. One that he probably should have followed in example for a few things but being who he was Ludwig would have never been comfortable with acting in such a way.
The tall man’s face had remained slightly tinged in red as he tried to compose himself but failing miserably. It had taken a bit of courage to ask that but these past few days had hardly been anything but normal so it had become a slightly easier task then he would have expected.
At the wink Ludwig’s brow instinctively quirked up. “I think agreeing to this once hardly counts as convincing me to anything long term." He retorts but it’s a light hearted response and it doesn’t seem like Ludwig was about to change his mind or pull away.
“Remember this because it’s not going to happen again willingly.” Ludwig adds wanting to stress more on the fact they should remember because although he would have liked it to happen again (at least subconsciously) he knew that it wouldn’t. Especially considering they were know on opposing sides of the war and Ludwig was not at all interested in starting up a secret friendship where they would meet every so often. Almost like a forbidden love.
That thought caused his flush to darken and he mentally cursed himself for that because he could feel his cheeks heat up with the embarrassment of that thought. And so, he pulls away turning around to pull off his sweater and folding it neatly before placing it on the chair near the small table. He was already working on untying his boots which didn’t take too long to remove and then he had stopped to consider removing his pants but thought better of it and turned back around to face Feliciano.
His gaze falls on the smaller male as his brow arches a second time. “I’ve never seen you sleep fully clothed or wait this long to get ready for bed.” Ludwig is already making his way around and pulling the covers up. Actually, now that he was looking at the bed, sleeping was not too bad of an idea at all. It would definitely do him well and get him through the next few days since he wouldn’t be sure when he’d properly get to sleep again.
Ludwig takes a seat on the edge of the bed and quietly waits for his companion to make any sign of joining him.
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Post by North Italy on Jul 23, 2013 17:06:23 GMT -5
Had Feliciano the ability to see what Ludwig had been thinking about him at that very moment, he would have been equal parts flattered and insulted. An odd mixture of emotions perhaps, but one aptly fitting of an equally eccentric Italian. He would have been incredibly flattered to discover Ludwig felt he should follow his example in small ways; but at the same time aghast that he was considered an ‘idiot’ by a man he respected so much.
Thankfully Feliciano remained blissfully unaware of such thoughts and continued with his absent-minded and slightly lop-sided grin. The Italian nation had always been fond of Ludwig’s flustered, blushing responses. Somehow they made even fairly dire situations more comfortable and amusing.
He opened his mouth to jokingly retort that it was only a matter of time and wills until Ludwig would surrender to his charms and be convinced into doing anything the Italian asked, but was brought up short as Ludwig continued.
A pout formed on his lips, a frown tugging at his brows at the finality of the statement. That Ludwig would never do so again willingly… it sounded far too prophetic and sure-minded for Feliciano’s liking.
It would be foolish of course to disregard the obvious truth behind the thinly veiled declaration. With things as they were it was a stark and very forbidding possibility that Ludwig would be proven correct.
Feliciano did not like this thought one bit.
The implications of never seeing Ludwig again, or at least not for many a year, weighed heavily on his heart. He attempted to rationalise the German’s previous statement. Maybe he hadn’t meant it that way at all?
His musings were cut short as Ludwig’s flush deepened further and he pulled away to begin removing his clothes. That caught Feliciano’s attention. Why was he blushing so darkly now? Feliciano hadn’t said or done anything to cause such a response…
Mulling it over Feliciano almost missed Ludwig’s next words and the way he had seated himself on the edge of the bed. Waiting so long?... Oh!
Pushing aside the morose sensation that had stirred within his chest at his earlier, darker thoughts, Feliciano trilled a light giggle as he realised how dopey he must have appeared. He’d been standing around almost aimlessly whilst Ludwig got ready for bed.
He’s not as neat as Ludwig; that’s practically a given. So as Feliciano wriggles out of his clothes and hops around on one foot as he unlaces boots, he leaves clothes strewn here, there, and quite definitely there’s a tie hanging from a lamp as he finishes. Casting a small surreptitious glance at his companion, Feliciano realised his error quickly and scurried about the room to collect his clothing into one not-quite-as-neat-as-Ludwig’s pile.
It was… difficult given his upbringing and personal habits, but for modesty’s sake and to prevent his friend having some kind of mental melt-down, Feliciano kept his underwear on.
For the first time since being lost in thought, Feliciano looked at Ludwig properly and smiled. He knew deep down it was his own doing… or lack of doing thereof… but he couldn’t help but admire and be a little envious of the German's physique… Seriously, why am I this scrawny… The Italian stifled a small huff and poked at his own stomach experimentally as if the action would suddenly improve the muscle tone.
Putting the thought of self-improvement firmly out of his mind, Feliciano flopped down close to Ludwig, and easily returned to their previous conversation without missing a beat.
“Agreeing once is how it starts y’know. All too soon I’ll be able to convince you to do things easily.” The comment was lightly goading in nature and sing-songed rather than spoken. Feliciano knew in reality that he’d have little or no chance to convince Ludwig of anything come tomorrow. Still he dismissed the gloomy thought with another soft laugh and turned to his friend to stick his tongue out at him childishly; wanting to evoke a reaction of some kind.
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Post by Germany on Jul 24, 2013 9:47:48 GMT -5
The bed was hard but definitely softer and more comfortable than sleeping on the floor which he was more than accustomed too. Ludwig didn't quite mind sleeping on the floor anymore but it was always nice when you were given a bed to lie down on. He remained sitting hunched over as he turned his gaze to watch Feliciano's scramble in removing his clothes.
Ludwig was not at all surprised when clothes were being discarded all over the place – pants flying a few feet in the opposite direction on the floor, a tie on a lamp as well as a shirt in a far corner (that Ludwig couldn’t even imagine how it got there in this short time). He made a face but his expression shifted to one of mild surprise when the small Italian actually made an effort to tidy his mess. He wasn't sure if it was to make the taller male feel better or all of Ludwig's training finally paid off but one thing was for sure, he was grateful for the effort. It wasn’t the neatest of piles but at least the mess was contained for once rather than all over his room. Of course, this particular room didn’t belong to him and so if Feliciano had chosen to leave it as it is, Ludwig would have had no actual room to complain. It wouldn’t stop him from complaining but it wouldn’t be his place seeing as Ludwig had paid for the room specifically for Feliciano.
Blue eyes hesitantly took in the practically naked man in front of him. He knew it was not the first time but he had never actually taken the time to study the Italian's body without being too enraged at the fact that Feliciano was indecent at inappropriate moments and places. It was the softness of the man’s body that really caught his attention and how there looked to be barely any ounce of muscle, at least, muscle like he had on his body. The skin was practically flawless when taking into account how long the man had lived and for a second Ludwig wanted nothing more than to touch him.
However, that thought soon caused his flush to re-surface at the same moment Feliciano had poked himself and it gave him enough time to turn his gaze on the wall as a means of distracting his wandering thoughts. He wasn't sure why he was feeling this way all of a sudden when he knew where the Italian stood on certain events and so he swiftly pushed it from his mind especially when he felt the flop of the Italian against the mattress. The slight bounce of the mattress helped to bring him back to reality and he turned his head so that he could look over his shoulder at the smaller man. He shifts so his body is turned and one of his legs is propped on the bed as again his eyes taken in the sight of Feliciano beside him.
"Agreeing once is agreeing once. Nothing more." He replies as he finally lies down and pulls the covers over him. Ludwig lets out a small satisfied sigh before turning on his side and propping his head up with his hand so he could look at Feliciano.
It was surprisingly dim in their room even though it was midday or maybe even later, for once, Ludwig hadn’t been paying too much attention to the time. The shadows and light that painted over the Italian’s body reminded the taller male of a renaissance piece he had seen a long time ago. Again, he had a sudden urge to stay with Feliciano regardless of the repercussions of such a decision. There was a clenching from within his chest that pained him and itched to protect the smaller male. It was odd and Ludwig was just glad that Feliciano would remain blissfully oblivious.
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Post by North Italy on Jul 24, 2013 11:03:23 GMT -5
He’d taken the bait, not as amusingly as Feliciano had hoped. He’d been expecting blustering, flustered denials of agreeing at all, that sharing the bed was merely for convenience. Instead he received a short, finite reply. The Italian didn’t allow it to hamper the immature sense of fun he gleaned from teasing the other, however.
On the contrary, Feliciano laughed outright, a bark of joyous humour at Ludwig’s terse response. The way he lay down and pulled the covers up was almost infantile. And if the German were capable of such an emotion, Feliciano would have been tempted to accuse him of sulking.
As it was Feliciano knew that wasn’t really the case, and as if to reaffirm that point, Ludwig sighed in apparent contentment of his current position and propped his head on his hand in order to regard Feliciano.
There was something that he’d noticed during the short time within this room, and looking back, perhaps Ludwig had done so before but Feliciano hadn’t the presence of mind to notice… but his friend seemed to watch him. It wasn’t unnerving by any means, in fact the other’s eyes resting on him made the Italian feel strangely at ease, flattered almost. The crux of the matter was that he was unsure why Ludwig watched him from time to time.
Was he looking for flaws? Signs that Feliciano might be luring him into a trap?... No as soon as these thoughts entered Feliciano’s mind he dispelled them. Against his better judgement it seemed as if Ludwig actually trusted and appreciated him on some level…
Sneaking another glance at his companion Feliciano realised he was being watched again. Eyes were fixed on him, and although Feliciano felt a little self-conscious given his state of dress (and since when had that mattered to him anyway!?) he couldn’t feel anything other than contented at being in Ludwig’s company.
Swallowing so that he could speak without his voice catching in his throat (why was his mouth dry suddenly?) Feliciano doggedly returned to joking with the other. “Well you know what they say; ‘Ogni paese al valent uomo e patria’ ‘great minds agree’. Your mind seems like it should be a great one… you’re smart. So if you’re agreeing once and I’m all for convincing you to agree again, surely you should too.” He beamed at the other. All of this was spoken rather quickly and was not really supposed to make much sense. Feliciano merely hoped in looping Ludwig’s thoughts into a mild confusion so he could trick and subsequently tease him about it.
Feliciano put the idea out of his mind; Ludwig was a thoughtful sort and unlikely to be trapped by Feliciano’s (admittedly rather pathetic) attempt at a mind-game. Instead as if he’d never spoken, Feliciano pulled his legs up onto the bed and shifted to face Ludwig, watching him in return.
He knew this was their last day together, and it hurt more than he thought it probably should. Still, he refused to mope about it. He didn’t want Ludwig to suffer putting up with him whining when he already had so much to contend with.
He just wished there was some way he could help… anything…
Tilting his head and regarding his friend thoughtfully, Feliciano’s eyes flicked to the German's collar bone where his medal rested… the iron cross. Ludwig had given Feliciano one too. He still liked it… Not for what it represented as an item but for what he came to personally see it represent as a friend. In fact he still had it somewhere, it was important to him so it was tucked safely away. Usually it was kept with… ah!
Feliciano sat up a little straighter in realisation, eyes widening and smile growing somewhat triumphant. Usually it was kept with it, but he happened to have the other item on him for luck as of late.
Crawling forward on hands and knees so that he was almost nose to nose with Ludwig, Feliciano giggled. “May I give you something? You’ve done so much for me and I want to give you something to keep you safe! Well um it might not work that well but… it’s a lucky charm of sorts. Would you like it?”
He felt suddenly rather idiotic rambling on about lucky charms in such dire times. Yet the small gift he wished to bestow on his best friend had been with him for the longest time and through some of the hardest circumstances he’d faced. It was worth something in that respect surely.
Keeping his eyes locked firmly on Ludwig, Feliciano fidgeted slightly and hoped for a positive reply.
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