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

Ludwig actually didn't mean to make the Italian mad. He just wanted to make sure that they got everything ready for Christmas eve. Glancing out of the kitchen window he noticed that it was already dark outside. They had to hurry. And somehow Ludwig knew that a threat worked pretty fine to get Feliciano to do what the German wanted. Though this might've came out harder then it should.

"You better hurry!" Ludwig yelled after his lover as he left the kitchen for the bathroom. "Because we might miss Santa if you take to long." This came out gentle. And even if Ludwig felt like an idiot to say this, it won't hurt to go a few steps on the other's childish way. All Ludwig really wanted was to spend a nice Christmas just with his Feliciano only.

Feliciano was halfway out of the kitchen before he heard Ludwig's gentle threat. He froze his steps with a gasp. "Oh, you’re right!" A smile broke through his pout as he began to run down the hallway. "I'll be right out, ve! I don't want to misses out on any preseeeeents~"

He stumbled into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes in mere seconds before jumping into the shower, turning on the water and scrubbing himself clean as quickly as possible. His mind was filled with thoughts of Christmas cookies and tons of presents under the Christmas tree, making him squirm in delight. He really did love Christmas, but prospect of being able to spend all night with Ludwig (with no training in sight) made him want to finish his shower as quickly as possible.

Feliciano was out of the shower in no time, toweling his body dry. He glanced at his clothes on the floor; they weren’t dirty despite the chocolate abuse earlier, but he opted for the fluffy white robe hanging off the door instead, tying it around his waist tightly. He wasn’t exactly naked, so Ludwig couldn’t get mad at him, right?

He wrapped the towel around his shoulders, letting his wet hair drip onto it as he walked out of the bathroom. He looked for Ludwig, peering into the kitchen. “Ludwig~ I’m clean~ Can we open presents now? I wanna give you mine, ve!”

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FFFF, crap post is crap. >_>

Ludwig was just done with cleaning the kitchen and was now busy with decorating the cookies onto a flat silvery plate as Feliciano walked back in. He looked up and put the last cookie onto the plate. "Your hair is still wet." Taking the towel of off the other's shoulders he started to rub Feliciano's brown curls dry. "It is to cold in the hallway to run around with wet hair. You'll get a cold."

Once the German was satisfied with his task he put the towel back over his lover's shoulders. "Can you take the cookies with you into the library?" He gave the plate with cookies to Feliciano. "And lighten up the candles please. I'll take a fast shower myself and join you then." The open fire in the library was already on since the afternoon so it would be warm and comfortable in the evening.

"Santa might come and bring something nice for you soon." Ludwig brushed a fast kiss onto Feliciano's lips and disappeared to the bathroom.
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Damn you crappy posts. xD
But my next reply will be Ludwig's present for Feliciano.~ o3o

The brunet stood still as Ludwig scrubbed his hair dry. "Ve, sorry Ludwig~ I was just excited!" He shook out his hair when the man had finished. "I'm wearing a robe, at least~ I was good!"

He took the plate laden with cookies, looking over them all a bit ravenously. Ludwig had decorated them with care, the designs coming out clean and neat and so typically Ludwig. Nevertheless, he still would much rather be eating them than looking at them. But, he had to save some for Santa, right? So he resisted the urge, looking up at Ludwig with a smile. "Okay~" Feliciano giggled as he was kissed before skipping off to the library.

It was comfortably warm in the library; he put the cookies down on the coffee table, walking over to the fire and holding his hands out in front of it, warming his fingers. "Ve~" After a few moments, he trotted over to the Christmas tree, turning on the lights. The Italian's smile brightened, his flash flushed from glee.

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Hopefully the LAST LAME POST FOR A WHILE. >_>

He just took a fast shower and got dressed in the other white bathrobe that Feliciano had left for him. Ludwig brushed his hair into its normal slick style and took a deep breath to cool down a bit. He had a present for the Italian. Of course. And he felt extreme nervous about it. Not that he didn't want to give his lover something nice... It was more that he was not really comfortable with giving presents to other people.

Ludwig finally went to the library to join Feliciano. He got immediately caught in comfortable warmth as he entered the room. The light was dim and the atmosphere filled with the warmth of the candles and the comforting lights on the Christmas tree. The tall German walked over to Feliciano, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Come... Take a seat on the couch." He took the other's hand and lead him gently to the couch. "You know... Santa told me to give you a present." Just playing a little bit on Feliciano's childish side. "He said your present should be something that only I can give you. Nobody else." Reaching over to the table he took a cookie and let it slide into the other's mouth.

Taking an other deep breath Ludwig walked across the room and passed the tree without caring for the presents that were lying under it. A few boxes in different shapes and size. All wrapped in pretty wrapping paper with bouncy bows and frilly decorations. He ignored them all. Instead he opened a drawer of the desk on the other side of the room. Taking a few pieces of paper and two different sized pencils out of it he made his way back to Feliciano.

"Here. You need this..." Ludwig placed the items on the other's lap and turned around to stand in front of the open fireplace, his back turned to his lover. "You know..." He fumbled with the belt of his robe and tugged it open. "Since you said you wanted to draw me..." The words were cut off in embarrassment. Ludwig let the bathrobe slip off his shoulders and it fell down to the floor, building a mound of fluffy white around his ankles. Now he stood bare naked in front of the open fire.

"Just... Tell me how I have to pose..." His words weren't more then a silent whisper as he turned his face and a bit of his upper body to Feliciano. Ludwig wrapped his arms around his chest, kind of hugging himself, inwardly covering his nudity. "But please never show this to any other nation..."

Feliciano was a little surprised by Ludwig's lack of clothing when he walked into the room; even after a shower the man would promptly dress himself. He blinked at the man slipping the cookie into his mouth, tilting his head as he walked away and rummaged in a desk drawer. "Santa told you what to get me?" He was even more confused when the German dumped the paper and pencils into his lap. Feliciano picked one up, inspecting it curiously before looking up to see what Ludwig was doing.

The cookie almost fell out of his mouth.

He almost inhaled said cookie however, quickly sucking and chewing the remains. Ludwig was going to let him draw him? Naked? And willingly? He always thought that he would have to stay up all night or wake up early to have a chance, but Ludwig was going to let him, no matter how flustered he was?

Feliciano sat the supplies down next to him, walking up to Ludwig, eyes wide. "...really, ve? You're going to let me draw you?" He ran his fingers over Ludwig's skin, still warm from his shower, tracing the contours of his muscles, completely entranced. The Italian had dreamed of being able to draw Ludwig, but he never thought he would actually get a chance. His hand brushed over the blond locks between drawing back up his jawline, a shy smile playing on his lips. "I think this pose is perfect."

He skipped back over to the couch in a heartbeat, excited to get to work. He fumbled with the paper and the pencil for a moment, but that was the only unsteadiness he showed. Once the pencil was in his hand he became someone else, completely focused on his task. He took a long glance at Ludwig, looking at him from head to toe, studying him before he put lead to paper. Feliciano drew like he painted, making slow, calculated strokes, looking up ever so often to study the man once again. Ludwig was really the perfect model in his mind. The way his muscles were built, flowing and curving with each other; his pale skin, the fire casting soft shadows over his whole body; his strong posture, even reflected in his expression.

He was...beautiful.

Not that Ludwig would believe him if he told him so.

Feliciano looked down at his sketch, snapping out of his drawing stupor; a perfect likeness of the man stared back at him. Feliciano smiled to himself, looking up at Ludwig. "...thank you." The smile grew, a blush spreading across his cheeks as well. "But, I haven't given you my present yet either!" He put the sketch down, skipping over to the tree. "I didn't know what to get you, ve...I mean, Ludwig does so much for me, so I couldn't just get him anything!" Picking up a small unwrapped box, he walked back over to Ludwig, uncrossing his arms and placing the box in his hands.

"Ve, I couldn't think of anything that was worth enough, though! So, um...I got you this!" Lifting the lid, he pulling out what was inside, holding it between his fingers. It was a small sprig of mistletoe. "Eh heh...I don't know if I make a good present, but...Merry Christmas, Ludwig!" Feliciano held the sprig over Ludwig's head, leaning in to give him a kiss.

Ludwig struggled hard to keep still as Feliciano walked over and touched his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles with his own long and slender fingers. The touch felt warm on Ludwig's body, flustering him even more. A soft blush spread over his cheeks and coloured them in a slight shade of red. It was embarrassing for the blonde but he knew for who he did this. Just for Feliciano. Ludwig took a deep breath as the Italian went back to the couch and picked up his drawing supplies. These big brown eyes observed his naked body, every inch of pale skin in such an intensive way that it made him almost squirm.

Once the other started to draw Ludwig had to fight himself not to get hard now. Feliciano's almost serious eyes and the way he was glancing over to him once in a while was plain erotic. Heat settled in Ludwig's lower body, made his heartbeat going faster and threatened to let his blood flow into his length already. The tall man was almost relieved when Feliciano finished and went back to him.

Ludwig just waited when the other bought up his own present for the German. He had not expected something so plain from his lover. Just a mistletoe and a kiss. Okay. That was not bad. He let the box in his hand drop on the floor and fumbled the belt of Feliciano's robe open, letting it hang open from the other's shoulders. Sliding his hand under the fluffy fabric of the robe he hugged the Italian ad pulled him closer, gently deepening the kiss.

Feliciano's skin against his own felt warm and soft. Normally when their skin touched it was sweaty and hot in passion and accompanied by moans and groans of lust. Not this time. This time their body's touched in gentle love, just the two of them and the feelings they had for each other.

The mistletoe was soon forgotten, falling from the brunet’s fingers as Ludwig pulled him close, enjoying the feeling of skin against skin. Feliciano giggled, happy at Ludwig's response. He wrapped his arms around Ludwig's neck, pulling him closer as the man deepened the kiss, parting his lips to welcome his tongue.

He eventually had to break off for air however, panting slightly as he rested his forehead against Ludwig's. "...ve, I think this is the first time you've been more naked than me..." He ran his hands down Ludwig's shoulders, tracing circles on his chest with a giggle. "I kinda like it!"

His hands continued to rove over the German's body, memorizing contours he had just recreated on paper. "Ludwig has a nice body, and he never shows it off!" The Italian paused, quite for a moment before smiling, kissing the man's lips again. "I guess if Ludwig just shows me, it's enough!" Lips met lips again, this time longer. "Can I have more kisses now? Did Santa tell you that I wanted that too, ve?" Feliciano murmured against Ludwig's mouth, a smile still playing on his lips.

Feliciano's hands on his warm body made Ludwig heat up even more. It caused goosebumps on his pale skin and let him inwardly shudder. But he let the Italian go his way. Why should it always be him to touch the other?
Though, Feliciano's words embarrassed Ludwig. He never found his own body 'beautiful'. It was work and hard training that had made him strong like he was now.

He let his hands slide over the other's back down to the soft mounds of his butt, enjoying the sensation of the Feliciano's warmth. "Let's just forget Santa for a while, okay?" With that he trailed gentle kisses down his lover's neck to the crook of his shoulder, pressing their lower body's against each other.

It wasn't hard to forget Santa with the way Ludwig was touching him, the hands on his behind drawing hums of appreciation from him. His hands slowed in their exploration, resting on Ludwig's back as he was assaulted with kisses, each touch of the man's lips causing shivers of excitement to run down his spine.

"Ludwig...hey, Ludwig...." He squirmed happily at all the attention, arching his body towards the other. "Say you love me. Please?" Feliciano hugged himself tighter to Ludwig, practically purring now. "That would be the best Christmas present ever..."

Feliciano's today's pleas were kind of modest in Ludwig's opinion. He had expected way more then just kisses and words. Something like the wish to get Pasta every day, lots of white flags or no more training.
Just saying 'I love you'? That would not be hard. Ludwig had said that earlier to his lover.

He lifted his head from Feliciano's shoulder and took the other's face into his hands, palming his cheeks. Ludwig's hands were so big the almost cupped all of the Italian's face. He glanced into Feliciano's eyes, these big brown orbs filled with expectation to hear the words he had asked for. Maybe this was not as easy as Ludwig had thought it would be. Taking a sharp breath he whispered against Feliciano's lips, trying his hardest to keep the eye contact. "I love .... you." Ludwig pressed in for a kiss to distract himself from the deep blush that threatened its way up onto his cheeks.

The words only made him smile, a small flush of happiness spreading across his cheeks. It was still cute how those three little words could cause so much hesitation and embarrassment for the larger man, despite the time they've spent together. But, he knew it was only because Ludwig was so sincere and thoughtful with what he said that he would get so flustered.

"I love you too!" Feliciano giggled against the other's lips, hands sliding up to rest on top of the German's. "I love you more than Christmas, and all the presents under the tree..." He paused for a moment, brow furrowed. "...ve, and I even love you more than pasta. A lot more! Even though I still love pasta." His smile grew brighter, blush deepening as he leaned in, kissing Ludwig again. "I love you more than anything. So, when Ludwig says that, it makes me really happy!"

He pressed another kiss against the man's lips, bringing his arms around the man's neck once again. "Thanks for loving me despite all the trouble I make for you..." The words were barely above a whisper, the Italian looking bashful for once. "All you do is help me out, so I don't know if I can ever do enough to make it up to you...but I'm willing to try, ve!"

Feliciano was talking to much. Every honest word from the Italian flushed Ludwig even more. But the German had his ways to make the other man shut up. He reached up and took Feliciano's curl between his index finger and thumb. Then he gently tugged it while he lowered his head down to the other's neck again. "Shut up Feliciano." Ludwig kissed and licked down to his shoulder until before he let go of the curl.

Sliding his hands under the bathrobe again he kissed and licked all the way down over Feliciano's chest and stomach without leaving marks. Reaching his lower body he placed a soft kiss onto the other's length and felt a slight throb under his lips. Feliciano was getting hard. That was just a prove of the other's excitement. Ludwig slightly smiled against the warm flesh before he continued kissing his way down over the Feliciano's inner tights.

Then he suddenly let go of his lover and sat down on the carpet in front of the fire place. He crossed his legs and opened his arms. "Come, join me." Ludwig looked up to Feliciano, his glance inviting him to sit in the German's lap.

The gentle tug on his curl was all he need to cut him off, breath catching in his throat. Feliciano's knees grew weak as Ludwig rand the curl between his fingertips, the licks and kisses and tugs causing heat to run through his veins and flush his whole body.

He was left trembling even after the pulls had stopped, holding back tiny moans from the attention Ludwig had turned onto his chest, every soft touch leaving him tingling. However, he couldn't hold back a gasp when Ludwig pressed his lips against his length, a shudder racking his body. He gripped the man's shoulders tightly, biting his lip against the pleasure.

Feliciano whined when Ludwig's warmth suddenly left him, staring at the German with a small pout. The pout soon twisted into a small smile as the arms opened up for him; he half fell, half jumped into Ludwig's arms, throwing his arms around the other's neck and covering him with kisses as soon as he made contact, giggling slightly.

Ludwig let himself fall backwards as Feliciano landed on top of him. He gently locked the other's mouth with a smooth kiss and slid his hands under the bathrobe, caressing the warm skin of Feliciano's back from his shoulder blades down to the mound of his butt. Holding his lover smoothly pressed against himself Ludwig savoured the sensation of Feliciano's warm body so close to his own. It send jolts of heat down his spine, and tingled in his stomach.

He let go of the other's lips and nibbled gently down the jawline to his ear. Taking a deep breath Ludwig let his hot breath flow over the rim of Feliciano's ear. "I took the lube from the bedroom to the living room a while ago." He trailed a fast lick over the Italian's ear. "I think we should make use of it..." To prove his words Ludwig gently bucked his hips up and grit his growing erection against Feliciano's, causing a low hiss from his own throat.

The Italian smiled devilishly at the mention of lube, his stomach doing an excited flip as the man pressed against him. "E-eh? Really? Did Ludwig p-plan for this, ve?" An excited shiver traveled up his spine, Ludwig's hot breath still lingering on his ear. "I guess we shouldn't let it go to waste..." He hummed, teasing a bit, fingers dancing across Ludwig's shoulders. "Ve, but I did just take a shower, and if we don't go to sleep soon, Santa wont visit us!"

Feliciano's fingers paused in their wandering, the man letting out a long hum. He shifted to sit up on his knees, sliding the robe off his shoulders. "But I guess Ludwig can read my mind, because this is what I want for Christmas!" He placed his hands on Ludwig's chest, leaning down to brush his lips gently over the Germans as he spoke. "It's better than anything Santa could bring..." His tongue darted out run over the soft lips, letting out a soft moan.

"I... I did not really 'plan' anything..." Feliciano was changing into this weird seduction mood again and Ludwig was not sure if he could handle that. Though the blonde was determined to keep the control to himself. He hummed slightly against his lover's lips not really kissing back. "I just thought we should.... be prepared for possible... interactions..." Then he parted his lips and finally allowed Feliciano's tongue access to his mouth.

He kept kissing his Italian for a long moment, letting the passion rise into their actions. Then he broke the kiss for air and sat up gently pushing Feliciano from his lap. "Stay here by the fire. I don't want you to get cold." Ludwig got up, taking the bathrobe from the floor as he raised himself to cover his lower body. Even if his lover had drawn him fully naked earlier it was still embarrassing for Ludwig to show himself this way. Especially now that he was fully aroused.

Making his way through the living room with strong steps Ludwig got the lube out of the drawer in no time and was back by Feliciano very soon. "Just relax..." He brushed a soft kiss onto the other's shoulder while he unscrewed the cap of the bottle. "... and leave everything to me..."

He was sorely disappointed when the kissing was done (even if he needed the air), whining as Ludwig broke away. Even though the fire was warm, he still felt cold without the German there; the absence of his hands on his body and the kisses at his neck kept him whining, twisting as his arousal throbbed uncomfortably.

Feliciano's sigh of relief came out more like a moan when Ludwig made his way back into the room after what seemed like an eternity. He threw his arms around the man's neck, shuddering at the kiss. "I-I'll try..."

Ludwig took Feliciano's hand and turned him around to lie on his stomach. "Stay this way... It is warmer." He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss between the other's shoulder blades. It was hard for the blond to ignore his own excitement but this time he would prepare his lover in a good way to avoid any kind of uncomfortableness for the Italian. Ludwig trailed a line of kisses over Feliciano's spine down to his butt. Once he reached the other's rear he sat back, crossed his legs and let one of his hands slide under Feliciano's stomach to lift him slightly up for better access.

Then he unscrewed the cap of the lube and poured a good amount of it into his hand. "This could be a bit cold..." Ludwig coated his fingers with the transparent liquid and then he let a bit of it flow over Feliciano's entrance. He frowned as he noticed the lube dripping onto the carped under his lover. It seemed he might need to wash it tomorrow. Ludwig put the bottle onto the couch table and placed his clean hand gently on Feliciano's butt. "Relax..." Ludwig let this sound soft and not like an order. Then he rubbed his slick middle finger over the other's opening.

Ludwig massaged Feliciano's tender flesh until he could feel the ring of muscles relax enough to let him enter his finger inside. He carefully let his digit slide inside, hissing at the tightness that surrounded him. "Is... Hmm... Is this okay...?" Ludwig kneaded Feliciano's butt with his free to relax him while he started to move his finger for and back. "Does it hurt...?"

Feliciano shivered at every brush of Ludwig's lips on his back, back arching down inch by inch as the kisses went lower and lower. He slid up onto his knees as a hand touched his stomach, gasping as the cool liquid dripped onto his behind.

He knew Ludwig told him to relax, but it was becoming increasingly hard as a lube coated finger began to tease him; his fingers curled against the carpet, struggling to take a full breath. The gentle touches made his stomach twist and his erection twitch; he had to stop himself from moving his hips back and spear himself on Ludwig's finger. Biting his lip, he took a deep breath, letting it go after a second and forcing himself to stop tensing.

But as soon as he did Ludwig's finger entered him and a squeak flitted from his clenched teeth. It didn't exactly hurt, but it did make him squirm, little moans building in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, panting. "I-It's...! N-ngh...f-fine..." Feliciano rubbed his face into the floor, hips instinctively moving back against the finger. "I-I'm...fine!" He missed being able to see Ludwig's face, but it felt so good, almost...better like this. He could focus on every touch, leaving him gasping.

The finger inside of Feliciano kept moving and Ludwig had focused on his lover's face until now to see if he might notice any kind of painful expression. But seeing only lust and not pain on the Italian's face he allowed himself to look down on his own task. A surprised gasp escaped the German. His own finger moving in and out of Feliciano was surely one of the most sexy thing he had ever seen.

"Oh god..." Ludwig's voice was merely a hoarse whisper as he added a second finger, gently preparing and massaging the other's inside. He could feel Feliciano growing hotter then he already was and his inner walls started to throb and clench around Ludwig's fingers. "I... I guess you are ready?"

Ludwig pulled his fingers out with a smooth, scissoring move and sat back, reaching out for the lube again. He placed a soft kiss onto the small of Feliciano's back while he coated his own throbbing length with lube. "There we go." That was more meant for Ludwig himself as he lined himself up at his lover's entrance, carefully pressing against Feliciano and entering him with the tip of his slick erection. "Haaa... ah."

It was hard to keep still as Ludwig finished preparing him; the addition of the second finger made his arousal throb in an unbearable way, his stomach clenching as Ludwig continued his relentless teasing.

Feliciano was left trembling when Ludwig finally removed his fingers, struggling to keep on his knees as Ludwig lined himself up.

"N-ngh!" He scrapped at the floor with his nails when Ludwig first pushed inside of him, squeezing his eyes shut. "M-mm...M-more...p-please..." His voice was barely a hoarse whisper, struggling against waves of pleasure. The pain and discomfort was nothing compared to the need he felt, burning away all other thoughts. Unable to see him or touch him, all he was able to focus on were Ludwig's touches, and the sensation was completely maddening; it was different this way, but almost felt better than before.

His cheek rested against the floor, saliva seeping into the carpet as he could do nothing but gasp. "Ludwig...m-more"

Ludwig pressed in further, his eyes fluttered close in pleasure and the lube made it easy to enter. He could feel every inch of Feliciano's hot inside, enjoying, savoring the sensation to slide along the other's slick walls. "Hng... aaaa..." Ludwig moved his hands to his lover's hips and grasped them tight. He kept still only a few seconds, his lower body trembling in lust. Then he pulled out slowly until he was almost out of his lover's warmth.

"I... I don't think I can hold... aaaahh... out long..." Ludwig struggled to force his eyes open and glanced down at his lover as he delivered the first powerful thrust. He could see himself slide in all the way until he was fully buried in Feliciano's tight heat. "OH MEIN GOTT! Ohhh..." A long dark moan ragged from Ludwig's throat. It was not only the feeling of the other man clenching his throbbing shaft, this time the sight of the actual act direct disclosed to the tall blond. And it was damn sexy!

"Feliciano... Oh god Feliciano..." Ludwig started moving in and out with deep, strong thrusts, setting up a steady beat of powerful moves.

The first thrust seared away any other thoughts Feliciano may have had; there was no room for his mind to register any discomfort as his arms slid across the floor, the strain on his legs, the warmth of the fire, or the fact that Santa was supposed to be stopping by at any moment. He could only moan shamelessly, back dipping as his hands scraped frantically against the carpet. Each new thrust only turned the delicious heat growing in his stomach into a raging inferno pressing through his veins, moans growing louder until they turned into screams of pleasure.

"Ludwig! A-ah, Ludwig! L-Ludwig!" His arms shook as he struggled to keep his head up, hips beginning to jerk back to meet Ludwig's thrusts. He wanted more, he needed more. He had been needing to feel Ludwig for a while, and now that he finally had it, he couldn't get enough.

"T-Ti amo! Ti amo...piu di qualsiasi c-cosa...!" His words were cut off by a low moan as he pushed back onto Ludwig's length, grinding himself against Ludwig.

Feliciano's shameless acting caused Ludwig to increase his pace even more. This way of making love reminded the German of his dogs when they mate. It was animately and possessively, causing the tall man struggle for every little bit of composure he had left. Ludwig clenched the slender hips in his hands tighter and let out an low groan.

"Hgn... I... Ahh..." Ludwig wanted to say something, just a word for his lover to prove how much he loved what they were doing right now. But he was to much out of his mind to find the right things to say. "Ahh.. Al...most..." A few more strong thrusts and the ongoing friction between their connected bodies was to much for Ludwig to handle.

He pulled out of the Italian in a smooth move and came over his back, head rolled back a long, load moan ripped from the German's throat. Ludwig's warm release coated Feliciano's back in droplets of white.