Trainings camp! (+18 and only for N.Italy)

The hot breath against his ear made a shiver run down his spine, but the small smirk on his lips managed to remain. "Ve? Really?" He pushed back against Ludwig with his hips, making himself enough room to wiggle around to face the man, fluttering his eyelashes as he looked up. "Because I think an apron covers plenty...don't you think?" He accented his statement by reaching up, tracing a finger across the German's lips. "Just think of all the delicious things hidden by the apron..."

Feliciano tugged Ludwig's collar, bringing his face closer. He still had to reach up on his tip-toes to bring his lips inches from Ludwig's, barely brushing them against the other's. "...but the only thing delicious you're getting right now is breakfast!" His face broke out in a wide grin; using every reserve of restraint he had (because he would've liked nothing more than to have forced Ludwig to screw him right then and there), he managed to slip under Ludwig's arm and out of his grip. He pranced away with a giggle while making sure to swing his hips as much as possible, the apron swishing around him.

He went to stand by the stove, flipping the potatoes he had been preparing. "You said you wanted breakfast, right?" He tilted his head back to shoot Ludwig with a sweet smile despite the devilish glint in his eyes. "So I'm going to make you breakfast, ve~" He hummed to himself, completely focused on the potatoes.

He would show Ludwig two could play at that game.

The words and actions he got from Feliciano made Ludwig's excitement even worse. His mind was caught between the thought of ripping the apron off of Feliciano's body and yell at the man for even wearing it and the thought of just lift this ever so delicious silky body up to the counter and screw his lover to the point were he couldn't do anything else then moaning and screaming for more.

But Ludwig's personal pride didn't allow him to give in so easy. Feliciano wanted to play? Okay, but Ludwig wouldn't make it easy for his naughty little Italian. "Ah. I guess you are right." The German collected the last bit of composure he had left to keep his voice steady. But he couldn't get the hoarse tone out of his voice. "It is time for breakfast now." he turned around and walked over to the next kitchen chair, taking a seat and pretending he lost interest into the actions of the other man.

Just sitting there he watched Feliciano a few moments. "Though..." Ludwig squirmed slightly in his chair. "It is always so warm in the kitchen when the stove is in use..." Tugging on the hem of his tank top he pulled it off his body in one smooth move leaving his chest undressed. "I'm getting so hot." He stroke one of his hands down over his chest to his stomach and leaned his head back while he ruffled his hair with his other hand, messing it up. "Haaha... This is better."

Feliciano couldn't help but to gape at the German as he stripped off his clothes, his gaze nothing but predatorial as his eyes roved over his chest, swallowing hard. "A-ah..Ve, I-It's a little...hot..." He forced himself to turn away if only for fear that the potatoes would burn, his smile quite strained at this point. Dammit, Ludwig was good at this game. He bit his lip as he absently stirred the potatoes, feeling like he had already been checkmated. He squirmed; he had already began having a little "problem" after his wake up call and this wasn't helping at all.

He turned off the stove in silence, still pouting and trying to resist pouncing on the other man. First removing the potatoes from the heat so they wouldn't burn, Feliciano walked over to the sink to start a pot of coffee. He grabbed the pot and the strainer, turning on the water to rinse them off. However, he turned the water pressure up too much and ended up getting the front of his apron soaked. "Ve!" He dropped the two in the sink, shaking the water off his hands. "Aw...The apron--!" He stopped himself, his pout twisting into a smirk.

He started to rinse off the pot again, turning up the water as high as he could. "Aw, vee~!" He turned off the water, backing away. "Aw, I'm all weeeet~" He turned around to face Ludwig with a pout, holding his arms out. Water dripped from his fingertips and down his chest, and the apron clung to his curves. "Veee..."

Ludwig couldn't help but letting out a muffled moan at the sight of Feliciano in the soaked apron. The prove of other man's own excitement poking delicious through the pink fabric, bulging the apron. Ludwig swallowed and focused his sky-blue eyes direct on his lover's face. "Aw, man. I hope you don't get a cold..." Then he sat up and gave up the control of his voice. Ludwig's next words sounded hoarse and low, lust shining obviously through it. "But I must admit that you look really sexy this way..."

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his pants. "The way you cook... And cut the potatoes..." He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment while he slowly pulled down his boxers to expose his already half hardened length. "You are turning me on." He opened his eyes again to look back at Feliciano, Ludwig's index finger slowly trailed over his own erection from the base to the tip.

"Keep making breakfast." Resting one hand on his chest to brush his thumb over his own nipple Ludwig wrapped his hand around the throbbing shaft and started to stroke himself while he kept his full focus on the other man. Soft moans escaping his throat. "I will just sit here and watch."

He had to remind himself to breathe after a long moment, making a strangled noise as he took a quick intake of air. Well, there was no worries of him catching a cold; his body was on fire, burning from the inside and out. "D-Dio...che delizioso..." The words came out barely above a whisper as he let out the breath he had been holding once again. Suddenly, Feliciano didn't care much for coffee, and the potatoes on the stove were completely forgotten. All he could do was squirm, wanting with every fiber of his being for Ludwig to touch him like he was touching himself.

He forced himself to turn away (even though his eyes lingered as long as they could), if only so he could breathe properly for a moment. He squeezed his eyes shut, but couldn't escape from the sound of Ludwig's deep moans, causing shivers to travel down his spine. How could he cook like this? It took all of his strength not to jump on Ludwig right now, and his body still trembled with the effort.

Feliciano opened his eyes. He had to get Ludwig to touch him, he had to get him to kiss him and screw him right now. His eyes rested on the cabinets, body moving of it's own accord. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but it didn't take him long to find it. "Haa...V-ve, Ludwig likes bland things for breakfast..." He turned around to face the man again, a jar of strawberry jam in his hands. "...but we Italians prefer something...sweeter."

Feliciano opened the jar, tossing the lid to the floor. "I'm sure Ludwig might enjoy something like this once in a while...ve?" He stuck his finger into the jar, reaching up and drawing it down his tongue. "Mmm...." He licked his lips, leaving traces of jam there. Once again, he stuck a finger into the jar, this time running the finger slowly down his chest, leaving a thick sticky line. "...Am I more delicious now?" Two fingers went into the jar, drawing them back up to his lips. Feliciano began to lick at his fingertips before sticking them into his mouth, moaning appreciatively.

Snap. That was it. Ludwig lost the game. He was up on his feet and by Feliciano within mere seconds. Grasping the other man's wrist he pulled the hand away and pressed a open kiss onto his lover's mouth. Licking and sucking off all the jam that lingered on these delicious full lips. The taste of strawberry mixed with the flavour of Italian skin. Ludwig was long lost and not able to form any kind of words.

Moaning and panting he dropped onto his knees and licked the jam off of Feliciano's tanned chest. Trembling hands fold away the apron to expose the alluring sight which was hidden under it. Ludwig's middle finger found its way into the jar and out of it now covered with sweet, sticky jam. Panting and gazing he smeared it over the full length of Feliciano's erection. "Best..." These words came out with every slight moan of hot breath. "breakfast..." A fast glance of lust filled blue eyes into brown eyes that were glimmering with desire. "ever..."

Ludwig trailed his tongue over Feliciano's throbbing shaft with a long dark moan. Licking up all the jam he just had left there. Reaching the tip he sucked the head of this hot flesh into his mouth savouring the taste and scent of the jam mixed with the sweet flavour of his lover's need until only the taste of pure skin was left.

Up on his feet again Ludwig grind his lower body against Feliciano, leading the other's hand to his own arching erection. Then he wrapped the finger's of his own hand around Feliciano's shaft and started to stroke it gently. Blue eyes meet brown eyes again in an intimate, passionate glance. "Touch me... Like I touch you..."

Feliciano had no objections to Ludwig pulling his fingers out of his mouth, responding eagerly to the kiss. He moaned as the German licked and sucked all the jam off of his lips, moans turning into little gasps of pleasure as he moved down to his chest. "A-a-ah! L-Ludwig..."

He didn't notice the man's finger slicking into the jar, and barely had time to register the finger drawing the sticky spread across his erection before his thoughts were disrupted by a white hot cloud of pleasure, a cry of pure ecstasy escaping his lips as Ludwig licked the jam off. He managed to keep his fingers wrapped around the jar long enough to drop it on the counter instead of the floor, his now free hand tangling in Ludwig's hair as the man sucked him clean.

Feliciano was left trembling and panting when Ludwig finally relented, breath hitching as he grasped his erection in his hand. Feliciano managed to met Ludwig's intense gaze as he guided his hand to his erection; he grasped him obediently, his still sticky fingers sliding up the shaft jerkily as he moaned. "Lu...dwig...! H-ha...!" He pressed himself closer to the man, struggling to keep his hand moving throughout his own blur of pleasure. "H-ha...f-feels s-so...good...!" He began to suck on the man's shoulder, trying to keep his mind together.

"Haa..." Ludwig moaned at the touch of Feliciano's slick fingers moving over his throbbing shaft. "You are such a damn tease..." Desperate to give his lover all he needed Ludwig slid his middle finger into his own mouth licking and sucking it until it was covered in saliva. Then he pressed his body against the other's and increased the pace of his stroking on Feliciano's length while he reached around the smaller man with his free hand.

Cupping his lover's soft buttocks Ludwig slid his wet finger between them and carefully stroke Feliciano's entrance until the tender flesh was relaxed enough to let him enter. Ludwig wriggled his finger inside, moving it gently in and out to cause friction. "I'm going to give you the full package, Feliciano..." Ludwig focused his mind on his lover, away from his own need and the hand around his own shaft as he worked with both his hands on Feliciano.

Finally, to make it complete, Ludwig grasped Feliciano's curl with his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, twirling the hair around his tongue. "All you need my love...." Ludwig had now hold of every erogenous zone on his lover as he allowed himself to flow into the situation, low moans mixed with his lover's gasps and made him near his peak faster then he wanted.

The hand running down his erection was one thing, and paired with the finger teasing him from the inside, it was almost impossible for Feliciano to focus on anything else besides Ludwig's touch, the hand rubbing across Ludwig's length slowing to an almost standstill. However, combined with the stroking, the teasing, and the tongue twisting his curl, it was unbearable for him to try to focus on anything else. There was no way he could concentrate on Ludwig's erection; both of his arms shot around him, hands and nails scraping across Ludwig's back as Feliciano screamed out in pure bliss.

He twisted and writhed in Ludwig's hold, trying to find anything to bring him back to reality and keep him together a bit longer, but he was falling and falling fast. "Ah! Ah! N-no...--AH! F-Fermati! Aaah, tr...troppo...Lu-Ludwig! Haa! Ludwig!" Feliciano finally slammed back down to Earth, moaning out his lover's name as he came, trembling and gasping for air as his aftermath took him.

Ludwig didn't need Feliciano's hand on his length. The noises his lover made were enough for him to keep him in excitement. But the sight of Feliciano's orgasm was what made Ludwig fall over the edge. He glanced down between their heated body's, his mouth hung agape as he saw the ribbons of white shooting out of the other's erection and flowing warm over his hand. Feliciano's cry of release tingled in his ears as Ludwig came himself with a breathless long moan right next to his lover's ear.

Ludwig's legs felt numb as he stood there panting and breathing heavy, his hand still wrapped loose around Feliciano's slowly softening shaft. ".... Feliciano..." One deep breath to clear his throat and calm down his still husky voice. "My potatoes..." Ludwig managed to turn his head and kiss the other's flushed cheek. "... They are cold now..." He let go of Feliciano's flesh in his hand and leaned his forehead lovingly against the other's shoulder as he embraced Feliciano for a gentle hug.

Feliciano had no energy to move or respond; he could only pant, still clinging to Ludwig as he continued to tremble. Slowly, the fog began to lift from his mind, enough that he could register the cool kiss on his cheek and Ludwig's arms wrapping around him.

His grip around the man loosened a bit; he buried his still flushed face into Ludwig's neck, breathing out a sigh. "V-Ve..." The Italian was all for breakfast, but he couldn't find the energy to be hungry anymore, let alone the energy to cook. "I-I guess I could make more, v-ve..." Feliciano brushed kisses across Ludwig's neck, snuggling himself closer. "Eh heh...y-you've had to wait a long time for the breakfast I promised you...sorry!" He could help to smirk against his neck, little giggles bubbling behind his lips. "...although, we could finish that jar of jam, ve..."

Ludwig just smiled and slid his finger into the jam and licked it off slowly with a soft moan. "That sounds good.... But I guess you better take a shower" With that he released his lover for their hug without breaking the eye contact. "I will make new breakfast." He might not be as good in cooking as the Italian but with all the jam Feliciano had all over himself he needed a shower more then Ludwig. The German would go and shower again today after breakfast.

"I'll try my best to make you a sweet breakfast just like you prefer it." Ludwig got himself a kitchen towel to clean himself up and washed his hands to get himself busy with preparing breakfast.

"Ve, but I was supposed to make you breakfast!" He gave the man a half-hearted pout. "You can make what you like, I don't mind! Even if sweet things are better..."

He bounced over to Ludwig, reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Ve, make me something delicious, I guess! I'll be right back!" The brunet skipped down the hall, headed for the bathroom. Feliciano knew he needed a shower, but the prospect just didn't seem as fun without the German. He stopped in the bathroom, stripping off the apron before hopping into the shower, turning the knobs and letting the hot water wash over him. He could help but to sigh happily at the warmth, enjoying it for a moment before grabbing the soap and washing off, scrubbing extra hard to get the jam off.

After a few long moments of letting the water rinse the soap away, he turned off the shower, hopping out and grabbing a towel. He barely wiped the towel over himself off before running out of the bathroom, almost falling onto his face when he slide to a halt in the kitchen, his body still mostly wet and hair still dripping. "I'm done~ All clean, ve~"

Ludwig just warmed up the roast potatoes Feliciano already made. It would be a waste to throw them away and make new ones. For his lover he made a few toasts with the strawberry jam they had abused for immoral use earlier. Putting up coffee he waited for the potatoes to warm up again as Feliciano appeared in the kitchen. Ludwig could catch him just before the Italian slid on the floor and fall on his face.

"I can see that you are clean now." A faint sigh left him. "Now you just need to get dry." Pretty sure Feliciano would now dry himself off properly Ludwig pulled the towel from his lover's body and started to rub the other man's brown curls. Sometimes Ludwig thought Feliciano did this on purpose so he had a reason for the German to take care of him. No normal man would be able to get strong and stay healthy when he would life like the Italian did. Making sure his messy lover was all dry Ludwig let go of him and shot the smaller man a slightly angry glare.

"Now go and get dressed. I want to start with the yard direct after breakfast. "We already wasted enough time." With that he turned around and poured two cups of coffee to set them on the table by their plates of breakfast. "And hurry up. The breakfast is waiting."

"Ve~" He hummed to himself in content, rocking back and forth on his toes as the German dried his hair thoroughly. When the man finished and gave him a strict glare he could only meet it with a smile, little giggles bursting from his chest. "Eh heh~ Okay, captain!" He gave Ludwig a sloppy salute, trying his hardest to form a manly scowl. It lasted about three second before he started to giggle again, skipping away from the man.

Feliciano went to get his overnight bag from Ludwig's room, unzipping the bag to grab a pair of clothes...just to find all of his clothes were still wet from dropping the bag in the puddle the previous day. "Ve..." He would have to wash them, but for the moment he just spread them all out on the floor to dry along with the few other things he had brought with him. However, that still left him with nothing to wear for the moment.

He stood up with a pout, putting his hands on his hips. After a moment of thought, his eyes roamed to Ludwig's dresser, a smile forming on his lips.

Feliciano returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, clothed in one of Ludwig's shirts and a pair of Ludwig's pants, both of which were too big for him. He had rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to his elbows and tucked it into the pants, actually remembering to wear a belt for once. He even had to roll up the legs of the pants, looking quite comical. "Ve, I'm dressed~" He sat down at the table, grabbing a mug of coffee.

Already busy with his own breakfast Ludwig looked up as Feliciano appeared in the kitchen again, now obviously dressed. But somehow Ludwig didn't found the sight of Feliciano dressed in his clothes amusing. For his opinion they had have enough fun for now. "You are dressed in the clothes I wanted to wear in the yard later." A slight frown took place on Ludwig's forehead. "But since your own clothes are still wet you can keep this clothes for now." He took a sip of his coffee. "Until your clothes are washed and dry."

Ludwig was done with his breakfast pretty fast. Somehow it was itching him to do something useful. "Please hurry with your food." He stood up and put his plate into the sink. "I want to start working." With no more words he left the kitchen to put Feliciano's clothes into the washer so he would have dry and clean clothes when they were done with the yard.

"Ve, okaaaaay~" He watched Ludwig leave the room with a slight pout, turning back to his food. Looked like their fun times were over for the mean time; the German seemed bound and determined to do some yard work. "Boo...yard work's still no fun, Ludwig..." He mumbled to himself, nibbling on his toast with a sigh. Oh well. He would be good for now to get Ludwig in a good mood. He smiled to himself, finishing his toast in a few more ravenous bites, devouring his potatoes and chugging his coffee as quickly as possible, licking his lips and wiping his fingers on "his" pants before trotting out of the kitchen.

Feliciano headed outside to wait for Ludwig, shivering slightly against the brisk fall wind. The storm had almost stripped all of the trees of their leaves, leaving the ground covered in reds and browns. Racking wasn't on list of things he would consider fun, but at least the leaves were pretty. He hopped of the porch, kneeling down to poke the leaves. Despite the storm, the leaves were decently dry. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt again, the much-too-big fabric rolling down his arm.

Considering that Feliciano was now wearing what Ludwig originally was planning to wear today the German didn't change his clothes. He just finished the laundry walked out of the house to start work. On his way he took a rake, a bucket and Feliciano's jacket with him. The Italian had forgotten to take it with him of course.

With a slight sigh Ludwig joined Feliciano in the yard and placed the jacket on the other's shoulders. Then he leaned the rake against the fence of the yard and gave the bucket to his friend. "I guess it is better if I rake up the leaves and you pick up the apples on the ground under the tree over there." Ludwig tilted his head into the direction of a big apple tree. "We can make apple pie later if you pick all the apples."

This task should be easy enough for the Italian so Ludwig could focus on his own work and didn't need to look over the other man all the time.

Feliciano squeaked in surprise when Ludwig draped the jacket over his shoulder, looking up at the man. "Ve~ Grazie, Ludwig!" He straightened up, putting his arms in the sleeves of the coat before Ludwig handed him a bucket, looking in it curiously.

"Apples?" Sure enough there was an apple tree where Ludwig had pointed, a bunch of apples laying around its roots from the previous storm. He hummed happily when Ludwig mentioned apple pie, a huge grin spreading across his lips. "Eh heh! Okay, I'll sure to get a bunch of yummy apples then and we can make a really big pie!"

He reached up on his toes to give Ludwig a peck on the cheek before skipping off to the tree with a giggle, swinging the basket in front of him. There were tons of apples at the base of the tree. "Veee...I don't think all these will fit" He sat the basket next to him, picking up an apple an inspecting it. It looked fresh to his discerning eye; no bruises or scars could be seen. He decided that it must of just fallen recently, so he put it in the basket. He picked up another one and immediately dropped it with a squeak. "E-Eeeeww..." That one had to be sitting on the ground for a while; it was squishy and had bugs crawling out of it. "Ve, g-gross...." He picked it up carefully and chucked it over the fence. Feliciano continued on that way, picking and chucking while singing softly to himself, happily focused on his task.

Ludwig was kind of glad he got Feliciano to do some useful work. This was actually something that did not happen often so it kind of satisfied him. And the Italian was pretty good in the kitchen so they would have delicious pie for dinner. Maybe this turned out to become a good day at all.

Raking up the leaves thoroughly Ludwig focused completely on his own task. Just sometimes he peeked over to Feliciano from the corner of his eye to make sure that the Italian was still working instead of sneaking away to get one of his useless siestas.

So Ludwig worked on for about one hour until all the leaves under the trees were piled up to a neat mound. Then he turned around to Feliciano. "I'm going to get the wheelbarrow for the leaves." His voice was loud and strong as always to make sure the other man could hear him. "Just keep on working. I will be right back." Without waiting for an answer Ludwig left the yard to get the wheelbarrow.

Feliciano had worked diligently for about ten or fifteen minutes, but as the hour dragged on, he found himself growing sleepy; lots of work always made hims sleepy and there were so many apples to go through...He had began dozing off, rocking back and forth on his heels as he knelled by the last few apples until Ludwig's call caused him to snap back to reality, head turning toward the voice.

He watched Ludwig walk off and tossed the last few good apple into the bucket, standing and stretching his achy joints. "Veee...that was more work than I thought it would be..." But at least Ludwig was down with his job as well, so maybe he would pay attention to him now. He picked up the bucket after a little bit of a struggle, apples overflowing from it, and began to stumble his way over to the pile of leaves Ludwig had racked.

"Veeee, that's a lot of leaaaaaaves~" He dropped the bucket down next to him, standing on his tip-toes to get a better look at the pile. It looked like ever single leave in the yard had be methodically dumped into the pile; it was bigger than Feliciano himself. "Wow~ It looks kinda comfortable~" Before he could think about how much of a bad idea it would be to ruin Ludwig's hard work, he found himself jumping into the pile, rolling around in the leaves and giggling madly. "Eh heh heh! Leaves are fun!" He tossed some above his head, watching them float gently back to the ground.

Ludwig came back with the wheelbarrow but immediately dropped it down into the grass as he saw Feliciano rolling around in the pile of leaves like a dog. All the work Ludwig had did within the last hour was completely ruined. All the leaves he just wanted to put into the wheelbarrow were now spread all over the grass like they did before he had even started to work. Ludwig just stood silent for a few seconds and stared at the Italian for a moment.

Then it snapped inside of him. With a few strong steps he was by Feliciano and grabbed him by the collar to pull him out of the leaves. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" His voice was filled of true anger and sound more like a master yelling at his subordinate then a man talking to his lover. "YOU RUINED ALL THE WORK I DID!" He shove Feliciano away from himself with more force then he had planned to use making the smaller man stumble.

Feliciano was still in ignorant bliss until Ludwig forcibly lifted him out of the leaves, a small cry emitting from his lips when he noticed how livid the man was. Well, Ludwig had never taken well to having his work destroyed; as he looked back at the mess of the pile he had made, Feliciano could safely say he had completely mutilated all of his hard work.

“Ve, Ludwig I’m so—“ His words were cut off as Ludwig pushed him away, causing him to stumble and almost fall back into the leaves. He began to laugh nervously, trying to lighten Ludwig’s mood. “Ve, I’m sorry, Ludwig~ The leaves just looked so comfortable and I haven’t had a siesta yet today so I was really tired and then they turned out to be really really fun and maybe you should try it to and…and…”

He began to tear up, disheartened by Ludwig’s stern expression. “Veeeee, Ludwig, I’m really really sorry! Don’t be mad! I-I got all the apples, see?” He pointed to the bucket nearby. “I-I-I’ll make you a big apple pie, a-and I’ll help you rake the leaves again! Veeee, just don’t hate me I’m sorry! I’m soooooorry, veeee!” He hugged Ludwig tightly, looking up at him, his eyes begging for forgiveness.

None of Feliciano's lame excuses helped to lighten up Ludwig's mood. "NOW I HAVE TO REDO ALL THE WORK!" He peeled the Italian from himself and struggled hard against the hug. "GO AWAY FELICIANO!" Ludwig pushed hard against the other man's chest to make his point clear. Then he turned around and picked the rake and started to rework what he had done earlier. Frustration directly causing his actions to become rough.

"Just go away and do something useful somewhere else." Turning his back to Feliciano he kept working on, making clear that he didn't want the Italian to be with him right now. If there was something Ludwig hated it was definitely the deed of redoing work that was already done earlier. "I don't want to see you FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!"

Great. Feliciano had pretty much ruined what was supposed to be a good day just for themselves. Ludwig had planned to have siesta after lunch, just to make his lover happy. But now he was frustrated and angry. He would be busy with this again for the next hour.

Feliciano stared at Ludwig's back for a moment before choking back a sob, walking away without a word. He drifted back up to the house, sniffing and crying the whole way there. And it had been such a good morning too...He stumbled into the house, stripping off his jacket and wiping his tears with an over-sized sleeve. And now Ludwig didn't even want to see him anymore...

He sighed, stalking through the empty house like a zombie. Feliciano didn't really want to go home; he figured he would just wait until Ludwig cooled down to try apologizing again...although he seemed really angry...and he didn't even have any apples! He could of tried making apple pie to distract himself (and eventually Ludwig) of his little mistake, but he had left the bucket outside, and he really didn't want to go back outside again either...Ludwig was probably still really mad.

"...veee..." Feliciano sniffed again, feeling another round of tears coming on. He didn't want Ludwig mad at him! Not that it was the first time he had gotten the German mad at him, but still!

Feliciano felt something poking at his leg; he looked down, meeting a pair of round, brown eyes. "Aster! Ve, how did you get inside?" The dog huffed, wagging his tail expectantly. Feliciano wiped at his cheeks again, kneeling down with a giggle. "Sorry, sorry~ I guess I must of left the door open..." Sure enough, two more dogs popped their heads into the room, looking at the Italian expectantly. He giggled and pat the other two, his mood lifting. "Heh heh, I know, I know~" He began to play with their ears, sighing a bit. "I wish I could just pat your master on the head and make everything better, ve..." Hanging his head, he looked at the big brown dog expectantly. "What should I do, Aster?" The dog barked at him, stalking away. Feliciano stood up, following the dog. "Wait~"

He ended up in a storage room that was mostly used for the dogs now, proven by all three dogs rushing into the room, curling up on the cushion set aside for them. Feliciano watched them with a giggle before looking around the room, a bit curious. "Ve, I've never really been in here before~" He walked up to a big wardrobe, opening it up--

...to reveal some strange things. Most of it seemed to be books, some pretty normal looking, others looking to be about relationship advice, all methodically ordered. Under those were rows of DVDs which Feliciano really had to struggle to not touch. "...Ludwig has a lot of weird things~" Something else caught his eye; below the DVDs was a box, covered in Kiku's weird lettering. "A present from Kiku?" He dragged the box out of the cabinet, opening it...

...to reveal even STRANGER things. It looked to be full of clothes; he pulled out what was on top, the foreign cloth turning out to be a maid outfit, complete with ruffles an apron. He peered back into the box, finding it to be full of maid costumes in different colors and styles. He stared into the box before a grin began to spread across his cheeks again; maybe there was still some hope for this day.