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"Ve~ Doitsu where are you?" Feliciano shouted, he was wondering around Ludwig's house, although Ludwig was nowhere to be found.
"Come out; come out where ever you are." He tried again. No answer. He sighed and looked down.
"Oh Doitsu please stop hiding from me." He sat down on Ludwig's dark brown leather couch. All of a sudden he hears footsteps. Feliciano jumped up only to see the white haired red eyed Gilbert walking down from upstairs.
"Hey Feli how's it going." He greeted.
"Where's Doitsu?" He asked.
"Ah West said something about going to the store, he should be home soon."
Feliciano smiled and started jumping.
"YAY DOITSU IS OKAY!"
"Uh yeah, so you're not here to see the awesome me?"
"HEHE…no"
"it's okay Feli I know you're lying."
Feliciano looked down at the overly clean dark wood floors, he wasn't lying. Gilbert returned upstairs and Feliciano sat back on the couch and looked around at the spotless house, and suddenly the front door opened, revealing the blonde haired blue eyed German that Feliciano loved very much. Feliciano quickly jumped up to hug him.
"Doitsu! I missed you so much, where were you?" He yelled as he hugged Ludwig, who was awkwardly hugging back.
"Well, I figured since you come over here every day, and make pasta, I...I thought I could make you something to eat."
Feliciano smiled and hug Ludwig even tighter, "Ve~ Doitsu that's so nice"
Ludwig sighed and started to walk to the kitchen with the over joyed Italian still hugging him. He sat the bags down, and started unpacking them. Feliciano had stopped hugging him, and was now following him back and forth. Every once in a while Feliciano would get in Ludwig's way and he would have to tell him to move, but other than that the room was quite. Eventually the food was unpacked and Ludwig was ready to start cooking, although Feliciano had a better plain, and he stopped Ludwig.
"Feliciano I have to make dinner, what do you-" but before Ludwig could finish, the Italian kissed him. Not knowing what to say Ludwig kissed back. Their kissing was suddenly cut short by laughter; they both quickly stopped and looked at the source. Standing in the kitchen door was Gilbert with a bright red face laughing hysterically.
"Looks like you're gonna get some tonight West!" he laughed even more, causing both Feliciano and Ludwig's face to turn bright red.
"Come out; come out where ever you are." He tried again. No answer. He sighed and looked down.
"Oh Doitsu please stop hiding from me." He sat down on Ludwig's dark brown leather couch. All of a sudden he hears footsteps. Feliciano jumped up only to see the white haired red eyed Gilbert walking down from upstairs.
"Hey Feli how's it going." He greeted.
"Where's Doitsu?" He asked.
"Ah West said something about going to the store, he should be home soon."
Feliciano smiled and started jumping.
"YAY DOITSU IS OKAY!"
"Uh yeah, so you're not here to see the awesome me?"
"HEHE…no"
"it's okay Feli I know you're lying."
Feliciano looked down at the overly clean dark wood floors, he wasn't lying. Gilbert returned upstairs and Feliciano sat back on the couch and looked around at the spotless house, and suddenly the front door opened, revealing the blonde haired blue eyed German that Feliciano loved very much. Feliciano quickly jumped up to hug him.
"Doitsu! I missed you so much, where were you?" He yelled as he hugged Ludwig, who was awkwardly hugging back.
"Well, I figured since you come over here every day, and make pasta, I...I thought I could make you something to eat."
Feliciano smiled and hug Ludwig even tighter, "Ve~ Doitsu that's so nice"
Ludwig sighed and started to walk to the kitchen with the over joyed Italian still hugging him. He sat the bags down, and started unpacking them. Feliciano had stopped hugging him, and was now following him back and forth. Every once in a while Feliciano would get in Ludwig's way and he would have to tell him to move, but other than that the room was quite. Eventually the food was unpacked and Ludwig was ready to start cooking, although Feliciano had a better plain, and he stopped Ludwig.
"Feliciano I have to make dinner, what do you-" but before Ludwig could finish, the Italian kissed him. Not knowing what to say Ludwig kissed back. Their kissing was suddenly cut short by laughter; they both quickly stopped and looked at the source. Standing in the kitchen door was Gilbert with a bright red face laughing hysterically.
"Looks like you're gonna get some tonight West!" he laughed even more, causing both Feliciano and Ludwig's face to turn bright red.
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I stabbed my fork into the juicy wurst I was eating for dinner. It was my favorite, but it didn't taste the same without Italy there. I ran a hand through my hair. I hadn't seen the pasta-loving red-head since I snapped at him the other day for waking up to see him curled up, naked, next to me. I rubbed my eyes. I was thoroughly overjoyed to wake up with a cute boy cuddling into my bare chest. I let out a sigh. If only I could tell Italy my feelings instead of using my cold and serious facade around him. I would tell him if I didn't melt every time he kissed me, or hugged me, or did anything, really. He was too much for me. Everything ab
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The churning sensation of severe starvation in Italy's stomach was beginning to agitate him. How long is a nation expected to wait for a simple order of pasta?! The parmesan cheese shaker sat precariously stacked upon a set of red and white checkered napkins, mocking him. Italy could almost hear the little pasta-duster speaking to him, as if saying "I bet he's in there right now, eating your precious pasta
he doesn't want you to have any
he's going to eat it all himselfffff
kolkolkol
"
Italy shook that thought away. "Man, I must reeeeeally be hungry to be imagining a talking container of Russian parmesan, ve~
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Ah, another drabble~
And by the way the awesome Prussia is never wrong lol
And by the way the awesome Prussia is never wrong lol
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