Feliciano was already inside Ludwig's dorm, actually. Not that big of a surprise considering he spent most of the time there; studying (or at least, Ludwig trying to repeat things to him while Feliciano doodled pretty pictures), eating, and sleeping, among other things. His boyfriend had already told him earlier about 'coming out' to his papa today, which was apparently a pretty big deal. This Italian didn't understand. He assumed it was another culture thing.
Feli jumps slightly as he hears the door open and close, surprising him out of his daydreaming. He supposed that things went well since he had yet to hear any German curses? With a big smile, he slides off of the bed, approaching Ludwig from behind. He didn't pick up the mood, nothing unusual there, as he wraps his arms around the other man's shoulders, hugging him tight.
"Ludwiiig~ I missed you!" Feliciano nuzzles the German's neck fondly, "Is your papa happy? Does he approve of me?"
Ludwig jumps slightly at the other's touch, then relaxes and surprisingly lets his head fall back so that it rests near Feli's warmth hanging over the side of the sofa. He closes his eyes, unable to lie well to his boyfriend staring him in the eyes. "He..." he took a deep breath to steady his shaking voice, "He will need some time to understand."
Looking up at the Italian after a moment of silence, the German did something he rarely ever did. He held his arms out and beckoned for the other to come over. If anything, even Ludwig had bad days where he just wanted a hug (or at least, to hold Feliciano.)
"Understand?" Feliciano finally picks up Ludwig's stress; First, jumping when he received a surprise hug? Feli always thought of Ludwig as one to be on guard at most moments of his life. Not to mention he simply looked exhausted. He cocks his head as Ludwig takes a deep breath, curious to the reasons behind all of this. Talking with one's papa couldn't be that stressful, right?
The Italian stares for a moment as his boyfriend makes a motion for him to come over. Well he certainly couldn't deny such a thing. Smiling impishly, Feliciano slides himself over the back of the sofa, landing on the cushions next to Ludwig with a soft thump. Walking around the couch would have been too easy, obviously. He sits there for a moment, hands folded in his lap, watching
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Despite everything, Ludwig felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips as his little boyfriend flung himself, child-like, over the edge of the sofa. He saw the other's mannerisms change as the Italian studied him and cringed --honestly, had he let down his guard so much that even FELICIANO could tell he was upset?
Then the Italian was crawling into his lap and Ludwig's train of thought abruptly derailed. He instinctively slid his arms around his smaller lover, relishing in his warmth as they held each other. Sighing, the blond pressed his face into Feliciano's hair and inhaled the faint, flowery scent of his shampoo. "You don't know my father," he grumbled, although the tone of his voice implied that he didn't want to talk about it.
It was amazing. Sometimes Feliciano could fray Ludwig's nerves like nothing else, but sometimes, just sometimes, he could simply give the German a hug and make the world seem like a nicer, happier place.
"Ich liebe dich," he whispered into Feli's hair, his normally loud voice strangely small and tired.
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Feli jumps slightly as he hears the door open and close, surprising him out of his daydreaming. He supposed that things went well since he had yet to hear any German curses? With a big smile, he slides off of the bed, approaching Ludwig from behind. He didn't pick up the mood, nothing unusual there, as he wraps his arms around the other man's shoulders, hugging him tight.
"Ludwiiig~ I missed you!" Feliciano nuzzles the German's neck fondly, "Is your papa happy? Does he approve of me?"
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Looking up at the Italian after a moment of silence, the German did something he rarely ever did. He held his arms out and beckoned for the other to come over. If anything, even Ludwig had bad days where he just wanted a hug (or at least, to hold Feliciano.)
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The Italian stares for a moment as his boyfriend makes a motion for him to come over. Well he certainly couldn't deny such a thing. Smiling impishly, Feliciano slides himself over the back of the sofa, landing on the cushions next to Ludwig with a soft thump. Walking around the couch would have been too easy, obviously. He sits there for a moment, hands folded in his lap, watching ( ... )
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Then the Italian was crawling into his lap and Ludwig's train of thought abruptly derailed. He instinctively slid his arms around his smaller lover, relishing in his warmth as they held each other. Sighing, the blond pressed his face into Feliciano's hair and inhaled the faint, flowery scent of his shampoo. "You don't know my father," he grumbled, although the tone of his voice implied that he didn't want to talk about it.
It was amazing. Sometimes Feliciano could fray Ludwig's nerves like nothing else, but sometimes, just sometimes, he could simply give the German a hug and make the world seem like a nicer, happier place.
"Ich liebe dich," he whispered into Feli's hair, his normally loud voice strangely small and tired.
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