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

Oh Italy was Ludwig's favorite place to go on vacation. He would never really admit it but he loved to tour around the country side, spending time at the beach and enjoying the almost always perfect weather there. Venice was beautiful and stuffed with Italians who made delicious food and great wines.

"Ah. Venice sounds good for vacation." The blond kept his stern expression though he closed his eyes to the obvious relaxing of his body. His limbs grew mushy and he felt the sudden urge to lie down onto the bed and just get lost in the other's touches, leaving his body over to these nimble fingers that kept touching him.

A jolt of heat run down Ludwig's spine and made him shudder inwardly as Feliciano's fingertips brushed over his jaw and neck in a featherlight move. "Ah..." Ludwig's eyes flew open and he frowned at the sudden change of pace. "Would you please touch me more firm?" The blond grasped his lover's wrists to keep his hands still, pretending them from moving. "You..." He couldn't fight down a blush as he looked at the other man. "...are tickling me."

"Ve?" Feliciano blinked as the German grabbed his wrists, tilting his head at the sudden rejection. "I thought Ludwig was feeling better!" But the blush on the German's cheek told a different story; of course Ludwig often denied things he actually liked!

...and the Italian knew very well that the German liked touches on his neck. Or more, that he couldn't resist them long. A smile grew on his lips again, a glint in his eyes as he twisting his arms out of Ludwig's grip and began to massage the German's neck and jaw more firmly, as per request. "Eh heh, that's strange~ Ludwig isn't usually ticklish at all, though~" The smile only grew more devious as the touch gradually lightened, massaging and stroking all the most sensitives spots on the German's neck gently with his fingertips.

"Ludwig worked hard all weekend~ I'm sure a little bit of ticking will only help you relax more~" His fingers began to trail further down, trailing across the blond's collarbone and across his broad chest, the brunet humming all the while.

Feliciano's hands went back to the German's shoulders, pushing him gently back into the sheets. "Just relax~ I wanna make Ludwig feel better, ve~" Once again, hands began to trail downward, across the German's chest and stomach, tracing light circles all across Ludwig's sculpted upper body, smiling all the while.

"Ah..." Ludwig couldn't stop that strangled noise from escaping his throat. "Feliciano, Nein!" The blond was very well aware about the way his lover was going. This was not just a relaxing massage anymore. The other's touches had turned more sensual, tender and the smile that tugged on Feliciano's lips proved of second thoughts as much as that devious glint in his eyes and the thrilling tone in his voice as he spoke.

"This is not the right time for p-physical interactions." Ludwig lightly struggled, thinking of pushing Feliciano off but ended up just gripping his lover's shoulders as these lithe fingers on his body made his resistance and strength melting away. "The waiter is coming soon and we will get dinner... ahh." Ludwig's voice drew away in a gasp and it became hard to focus on the words he wanted to say.

This was not good. Well, it felt good. But this was not the right place, and not the right time. This was a hotel room! They could not just mess it up. "Please. Just tomorrow and then we can go back home and spend a lot of time... d-doing things like this." Ludwig weakly pushed against Feliciano's shoulders in a half-hearted try to get the Italian off of himself.

The bright smile remained on the brunet's lips, Feliciano's fingers never stopping their roaming over Ludwig's chest. "But I'm not doing anything, Ludwig~ I'm just giving you a massage~"

That wasn't to say that the Italian didn't have other ideas, of course. But Ludwig didn't need to know that.

And he really did want to make the German feel comfortable, but it was too hard to resist teasing the larger man a bit, especially now that Ludwig was preoccupied like this. So the Italian kept moving his hands across Ludwig's body, drawing up his sides, playing across the sculpted muscles of his stomach, tracing across his ribs in an endless amount of teasing, humming all the while.

"Besides, it feels nice, right? Ludwig's been working too hard!" His hands started to kneed at the mans shoulders, massaging away the tension that had returned as Ludwig started to resist. "And we still have time before dinner gets here, ve~ I wanna make sure Ludwig is fully relaxed by then so he can enjoy it!"

Ludwig didn't know when it happened and how it happened, but he felt his body moving back, lying down onto the bed, his head lolling back into the soft sheets. "Feliciano..." The call of the other's name sound like a whining plea, not like the usual strength and demanding tone Ludwig would have during training or like the stern voice he had all day during the meeting.
"This is really not... Hmm... A good idea." The blond lightly squirmed, urging to fight against his lover's touch, but his eyes were already closed in content, loosing himself under Feliciano's nimble fingers.

Damn being here in this hotel, damn this meeting and damn Feliciano. Ludwig growled, inwardly not sure if he should love the state he currently was in or if he should hate himself for his lack of resistance and self control. how could this Italian always manage to get him down so easily? Ludwig was really way to easy to get for his lover.

Just when Ludwig opened his mouth, wanting to tell Feliciano that he would give in and submit himself to whatever the other one was planning (possibly sex, what else?) a sudden knock on the door let the German's eyes flew open and a jolt of shock brought the strength back into his body.

'Roomservice!' The man on the other side of the door called.

"D-Dinner is here." Ludwig stuttered, struggling up and clumsily pushing Feliciano off of himself. "This is your room, you need to open."

Feliciano sat up as Ludwig pushed him away, smile transforming into a small frown. What a time for room service to come early! It had to be one of the first times he had ever been disappointed to have his dinner ready (excluding the British kind, but that went without saying). And he was just getting Ludwig to relax, too!

The Italian hoped off the blonds lap, smile slowly returning as he skipped to the door. Well, at least they could eat dinner together...and Ludwig's mood would have to get better when he had beer! So maybe he could get Ludwig to spend more time with him; even if he couldn't sleep in the same room, at least being together would be nice!

He opened the door, greeting the man with a bright grin. "Ah, grazie, grazie~ You guys are really quick, ve~" Feliciano moved aside, letting the man push the tray into the room, already drooling at the aroma of the pasta drifting into the room, incurring more words of praise from the Italian. "Ve, it looks so delicious~ Grazie, I'm sure it'll be great!" The Italian went as far to take the mans hand's in his owns, shaking them vigorously in his gratitude before letting the man leave, closing the door after him.

"Look, Ludwig, look! Doesn't it smell wonderful?" Feliciano smiled at the German, almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. "Should we move the table now? I'm really hungry!"

The desk had already been moved. Once Feliciano was off of Ludwig's lap, the blond had jumped up and dusted off his shirt. There was no need to hide himself, the waiter possibly already knew there were two persons in the room. Since the man brought dinner for two. But he didn't kneed to know what they were doing, so Ludwig hurriedly stroked the crinkles from the bed, straightening the sheets.

Once Feliciano had opened the door for the room service the blond busied himself with taking everything off of the desk that was on it. It was easily moved, slipping over the carpet without any problems. Ludwig placed the desk at the foot-end of the bed so they could use it as dinner table.

"Come, move the wagon with dinner over here." Ludwig spoke up one his lover had closed the door. The German was back to his usual stern appearance, scolding himself inside for giving in so easily. But he would make sure that Feliciano wouldn't get him down again. Not tonight.

Well, that was one less thing between him and his pasta! The Italian struggled to get the cumbersome tray to cooperate with him before he finally got it to move, pushing it over to the desk. He immediately began unloading the food from the tray to the desk, almost salivating at all the delicious foods passing under his nose.

Feliciano left the dessert on the tray and busied himself with pouring his wine and Ludwig's beer into their respective class and mug, both drinks coming nice and chilled. "It feels like lunch was forever ago! Which I guess it kinda was, the meeting was too long, but all the meetings are really long!" He finished up with the drinks and plopped down on the bed, patting the spot next to him and urging the German to come sit down.

"Ludwig is hungry too, right? Then let's eat, it looks really good! This hotel must have a really nice restaurant, it makes me want to go visit it later and talk to the chef!" There was only so much that the Italian could wait for, and pasta was not one of those things. He started digging in almost immediately, squirming in delight at the taste.

Ludwig plopped down at the bed next to Feliciano, already reaching out for his beer. The first sip did run down his throat and tickled his taste. The cold drink calmed him down even more, now feeling almost as relaxed as he was before, when Feliciano's hand were still gently massaging his skin. "Ah..." The blond licked some of the beer foam off of the corner of his mouth, his glance resting at the plate in front of him. A huge steak with potatoes and brown sauce, also a salad on a second plate. "This looks good for sure."

The beer was set down and the first few bites were eaten. The taste of this dinner was indeed delicious and Ludwig felt at ease, almost forgetting that he was in Feliciano's room, far away from home. "It was really worth it to stay here and not go out. I guess we would have had to search quite a while for a restaurant with food as good as this."

Ludwig stretched this legs out under the desk to get into a more comfortable position. He was quite a bit unfamiliar with sitting on a bed while eating, but for now it would be okay. He wouldn't need to eat every upcoming meal like this.

Mouth otherwise preoccupied, Feliciano hummed happily in response to Ludwig's statement, the plate of pasta quickly disappearing as he worked his way down. It was really very delicious; he would have to make good on his statement and go visit the chef later!

But, he would have to agree with Ludwig that it was really nice to get room service instead of going out and searching for a restaurant, especially since the food at the hotel was delicious enough as it was.

Besides...a quick glance over to his lover already told him that it was a good idea. Ludwig looked much more content than he had all day. Of course, the stern German was always on edge during big world meetings like this...but he probably would've have loosened up at all if they had gone out to eat someplace crowded like a restaurant.

Feliciano leaned against Ludwig's side, letting out a small, happy sigh. "Ve...It was a good idea to eat inside! And Ludwig looks like he's enjoying it a lot, so I'm happy~" The brunet wrapped his arms around the other's waist, nuzzling his nose into Ludwig's arm.

"You should not eat your food that fast. Did you forget about the bad stomach aches it causes you?" Ludwig had glanced over to Feliciano once the smaller man had started to cling to him and the blond had noticed that his lover was already done with his dinner while Ludwig was just halfway through his own. At least the smaller man was waiting for Ludwig to finish too and not shamelessly going on with his dessert.

Ludwig reached over, getting hold of his beer mug and took a long sip from it. "It is not really like I am 'enjoying' it. It is a really good meal, but still just a meal."
The blond could imagine a few other situations where he would enjoy himself. Like taking a walk with his dogs, reading a really good book or watching one of the DVD's he secretly collected. Or spending the night with Feliciano. That situation also came into Ludwig's mind while he finished off his salad and kept going with the rest of his steak and potatoes.
Having dinner was actually not one of the things that came to his mind. "I eat dinner every day. If I don't have to much work and need to skip it." Ludwig ate the last bite of his meal and dropped his fork and knife down. "So it is more some kind of regular need then something to enjoy."

"But eating can be enjoyable too!" The Italian looked up at the blond's face, still tightly gripping his arm. He knew the German was stubborn in his views of what was fun and not fun (and the list of fun things was very, very short), but how could Ludwig not find eating enjoyable?

Feliciano began to rub his face again into Ludwig's shoulder, huffing a bit. "Eating can be really enjoyable, Ludwig! I mean..." he paused in his nuzzling, tapping a finger to his chin, "...if you had really, really nasty food that you didn't like at all, then eating wouldn't be enjoyable! But eating your favorite foods makes you happy because they taste so good!"

His hands trailed down Ludwig's arm, grabbing the blond's hand and absent-mindedly played with his fingers as he thought. "And when you eat a good meal, you should eat it with your friends, and that makes it even more enjoyable! Because then everyone can talk and laugh and have fun!" Fingers traced lines over Ludwig's palm, the Italian happily humming at the pleasant memories.

There was eating with his brother, which had become more infrequent these days, but was still enjoyable (even if his brother spent most of his time yelling at him for spending so much time with the German), and there was eating with his other brothers Francis and Antonio...or eating cake with Roderich and Elizabeta, or even eating with the whole world at meetings like this; even if it was a little hectic, it was still fun!

Feliciano intertwined his fingers with Ludwig, looking back up at the German to give him a bright smile. "Right? It's a lot of fun!" He brought the hand up to his lips, giving it a quick kiss. "And I really like eating with Ludwig!"

Ludwig didn't really listen to Feliciano's chatting. He was sure his lover would say important stuff twice so the blond would not miss things that really mattered. He used his free hand to put their dishes together, making space on the desk so there was room to have the desserts.
His other hand and arm was hogged by the Italian and Ludwig knew even if he would put effort in getting the smaller man off of his arm, it wouldn't take long and he would cling back to it. So Ludwig just allowed Feliciano to occupy his arm.

"Shall we have dessert? I would like something sweet after a good meal like we just had." The blond used a small pause to distract his lover from this rant about eating with random people and reminded him about the fact that they were actually still having dinner.

"Maybe we can go to the bar and have a cocktail later." Ludwig considered his statement a few seconds long and decided to add a sentence more. "I mean really later, when we are sure that the most of the other nations are in their rooms and wont bother us."

"Oh, dessert!" Feliciano lifted his head; the sure way to distract him was his stomach, so the mention of the delicious chocolate pudding waiting for them immediately stopped his rambling, a huge smile spreading across his face.　"I almost forgot about it!"

The Italian finally let go of the blond's arm, getting to his feet and scooting around the desk, heading for the trolley. "Ve, dessert always seems better after a good meal, anyways~ And that food was really good!" He brought the pudding over the the desk and sat it down, along with another beer for Ludwig. More wine was poured for himself before plopping down on the bed again, arms immediately going around Ludwig's arm again after a long sip of wine.

He didn't know why Ludwig didn't want to be seen together by the other nations so bad (just like how not being able to share a hotel room together was silly, too!), but a cocktail sounded nice either way. "Ve, we could! If the food is this good, then maybe the bar here has some nice drinks as well~"

Feliciano eyed the pudding, almost drooling at the sight alone. "And even the dessert looks really good~"

More beer was a good idea. Ludwig reached for his mug and drunk a strong sip from it before setting it down again and taking the spoon into his hand.
"I wonder why they put all the pudding into just one bowl though." The blond frowned, poking his spoon into the brown dessert. "Two bowls would've been more logically since we are two persons..."

Ludwig scooped the first spoon full of pudding up and leaded it towards his mouth to eat it when he suddenly felt Feliciano shifting against him. "Huh?" He turned his head to see what his lover was doing. It was maybe just a second that he didn't pay attention to his spoon but it was already enough to let the sweet dessert slip from the spoon right on to Ludwig's white shirt, spilling it with a dirty blotch of dark brown.

"Oh, Verdammt!" Ludwig dropped the spoon into the bowl and shook the Italian off of his arm. "This was my last clean shirt!" He stood up from the bed and observed the mess with an annoyed frown. "Now I have nothing else to wear for tomorrow." Ludwig walked around the desk towards the little bath-cabin, unbuttoning the shirt along the way.

"I need to clean it right away or it wont get clean again." He took the shirt off and dropped it into the sink, starting to let the water pour over it to get the pudding out of the white fabric.

The Italian had begun to reach for his own spoon but let out a squeak of surprise, not expecting to be pushed away from the other man so suddenly. "V-Ve?" It took him a moment to catch up on the events, unaware of what happened until Ludwig headed towards the bathroom, striping his shirt along the way.

Feliciano jumped to his feet (careful not to bump the table and spill more of the pudding everywhere), following the blond into the bathroom. He peered into the sink at the shirt, fidgeting. "Veee, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The brunet wasn't actually sure if it was his fault or not, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. "Y-You think the stain will come out? Maybe with soap? Do you think they have washing machines at the hotel? M-Maybe a dry cleaner nearby?"

He couldn't help but frown at the frown on Ludwig's face; he had worked so hard to get the German relaxed, and now he just seemed tense again! That, and he hadn't even gotten to eat the pudding himself...

"I'm sure it'll come out Ludwig, don't worry! Um...we could wash it with soap and hang it, and maybe it'll dry!" The brunet bounced on his toes, happy that he came up with some kind of plan. "I'll get a hanger from the closet and everything!" He rushed out of the room to do just that, trying to diffuse any bad feelings before they could emerge.

Ludwig managed to wash most of the pudding out of his shirt before Feliciano came in again with a hanger like he said he would. But there was still a light brown blotch left on his shirt. And it was soaking wet now. Plus, Ludwig was going only in his tanktop and pants. He had no reason to be (as he thought) half-naked, so he could not leave the others room until late this evening, maybe not even before tonight, or he would possibly be seen in the hallway when he headed back to his room. Even if his room was right next to this one.

"I don't know if it will dry tonight. But I still would need to wear a jacket over it anyways." The blond turned towards Feliciano and put his messed up shirt over the hanger so the other could put it somewhere to dry. "The stain is till visible, so I think I need to bring it away to let it professionally clean once we are back home."

Ludwig left the little bathroom with hanging shoulders, feeling tired again. He sat down at the bed and took another sip from his beer before letting himself fall back onto the bed with a sigh, his arms crossed over his face and his eyes closed.
The stern man felt like he really needed a long, relaxing vacation.

Feliciano let out a small sigh as Ludwig left the bathroom, feeling himself drooping again. Ludwig was upset again! The little crinkles he got between his brows were back again, and the realization only made the Italian more disheartened than before. Now it would be even harder to get the German to relax...maybe he would have to run down to the bar and get him something else to drink, or maybe call room service again?

Feliciano hung the shirt up on a hook on the wall, staring at it for a moment. At least the stain didn't look too bad...a professional cleaning should do the trick! But there was still the matter of cheering Ludwig up...

An idea struck him after a moment, the smile returning to his lips. Maybe if Ludwig wasn't alone, he wouldn't be as upset about the shirt?

The Italian eagerly undid his own shirt and tie, stripping and dropping them on the counter. A shiver ran down his spine at the cool air against his warm skin, but it didn't dim the smile at all; he rushed out of the room, spotting the German on the bed and running up to jump next to him, sprawling across his chest. "Ludwig, Ludwig! Don't be upset about the shirt!" Feliciano shifted, righting himself up on Ludwig's chest, giggling at the feeling of skin touching skin. "Eh heh, I lost my shirt too! So you're not alone!"

"Huh?" The sudden touch of warm skin against his own made Ludwig look up and he glanced at the man on his chest for a moment. "You lost your shirt? What happed to it? Did you spoil it too?" A slight frown appeared at the sight of Feliciano's cheerful expression. "... You just took it off, right?" Ludwig wondered how his lover could ever be so unreasonable. Why would he take his shirt off too, just because Ludwig was not wearing a shirt? He had a reason to be shirtless, Feliciano did not.

Ludwig glanced towards the window before he dropped his arm back over his face, hiding his annoyance. At least the window was closed and the other would not catch a cold. "It was not necessary to take your shirt off too..." Though the blond found the sensation of his lovers warm skin against his own kind of soothing. "We should rather finish the pudding. It would be a waste to just ignore it."

"Ve? Why not?" The Italian lifted his head, a quizzical look spreading across his face. "I thought that if Ludwig felt left out without his shirt, I would just take mine off! See, now we're both the same!" He gave himself an assured nod, smile spreading across his cheeks again. "You should feel better!"

Feliciano grabbed the other's arm, pulling away from his face with a laugh, scooting more up on his chest to give the man a quick kiss on the cheek. "Don't feel bad, Ludwig! The stain will come out! Oh yeah, and the pudding! I almost forgot, but we have that too! So there's a lot of reasons for Ludwig to be happier, ve?"

He sat up fully, straddling the German's lap as he reached back to grab his spoon from the tray, scooping up a bit of the pudding. "Eh heh, here!" Turning back around, he held the bite out to Ludwig. "Say aaah~"

"I don't feel left out..." An annoyed groan escaped Ludwig as his arm got shoved away from his own face, his unpleased frown meeting with Feliciano's cheerful expression. "And I'm sure the stain will get washed out fine when it gets professionally done. I just have only one shirt left which I need tomorrow, so I can't go down to the bar tonight." Rambling didn't seem to make anything better, so Ludwig just shifted against the warm skin that brushed so delicious against his own bare chest. Feliciano's skin was way to smooth and soft for it's own good...

Ludwig looked up when Feliciano moved further, holding a bite of chocolate pudding on a spoon out in front of the blonds face. He didn't respond at first, just one stern eyebrow raised from the frown on Ludwig's face and he meet his lover's expectant glance with a questioning expression of his own.
Of course, Ludwig knew what the other one was implying and what he wanted to do and he pondered a few moments long if he should start a rant or discussion about the fact that he was an adult man and that he didn't need to be fed like a little child. But that was possibly not worth it.

So Ludwig closed his eyes and let out a defensive sigh before he opened his mouth with a half-hearted 'Ahh...'

Ludwig's complaints might as well fallen on death ears; Feliciano was bound and determined to find some way to relax his lover once again. However, it looked like Ludwig wasn't going to put up much of a fight--which only made the Italian's smile even brighter. If the German wasn't going to complain about being fed, then he couldn't have been in too bad of a mood...so there was still hope for the night to be salvaged!

He carefully fed the spoonful to the blond, giggles unending now that things were beginning to look up. "Ve~ I guess Ludwig didn't get a chance to try the pudding earlier, right? Does it taste good?"

The Italian twisted around again, getting another spoonful, this one for himself, sliding the bite into his mouth and chirping out in bliss as soon as the pudding hit his tongue. "Mmm~" His eyes closed as he enjoyed the taste, sucking all the pudding off the spoon in his mouth and squirming happily on top of the German. "I should've guessed that a place with such delicious pasta would have fantastic dessert as well! It tastes so good!"

He scooped up another bite after he finished savoring his own, offering it to the German once again. "Ludwig had a really good idea to get a pudding to share! It's really delicious!"

Ludwig let the pudding melt on his tongue to savor the taste. The chocolate was strong, but still creamy and sweet. The blond swallowed it down and opened his eyes. Not much, just enough to see Feliciano's expression when he ate a bite of the dessert himself.
"It doesn't taste..." Ludwig's voice raised by an inch as the other squirmed on top of him, his weight shifted and grind against the German's groin. "ngh... it doesn't taste bad. Verdammt, don't move like that, it is uncomfortable." He tried to move himself to get some of Feliciano's weight of off his sensual regions but that only added even more friction.

So he settled with not moving at all and opened his mouth again to get his next spoon of pudding form his lover. "Ahh..." This time it sounded more annoyed then the first time and Ludwig fixed Feliciano with a hold-back glare, fighting against the blush on his cheeks.
If it wasn't for the pudding, Ludwig would've had already pushed the other off.

The brunet fed the German the other spoonful, tilting his head in curiosity at the sudden grumpy expression that had fallen across the other man's face. "Ve? I thought Ludwig liked the pudding?" Feliciano twisted back again, taking another spoonful at the taste--which was still just as marvelous as the first, so why was Ludwig pouting? "Ve~ I really do want to talk to the chef of this hotel, everything is so wonderful!" He couldn't help but fidget with pleasure at the flavor.

Feliciano took a quick sip of his wine, shuddering a bit at the sudden contrast in taste. "Ludwig likes it, right?" He scooped up another bite, still frowning a bit at the stern expression he was receiving. What could be wrong?

"If Ludwig likes it, he should smile! Delicious things are supposed to make you smile!" The Italian nodded rapidly, a smile of his own stretching his lips. "Here you go~" He offered the spoonful to the German, trying to coax a smile onto his lips.

Why wouldn't Feliciano just stop moving? Every twist of his body and every squirm added pressure and friction to Ludwig's lower body and that drove a spreading blush onto his cheeks. It was not that the Italian was heavy, it was just rather distracting to feel his weight on top of himself. The others constant motions just made it worse.

Ludwig placed his hands on his lover's thighs to keep him calm and tried to focus on the taste of the pudding that was offered to him once again. He swallowed his bite and turned his head to glance at the bowl of dessert. It was still half filled with pudding. Ludwig knew he wouldn't have a reason to get up until it was empty and the dessert gone. He turned his head back, looking up to Feliciano. There was not much else to do then watching the other while he ate his own bite.

That sight was actually causing the blond to swallow again even without pudding in his mouth. The way the other popped the spoon out of his mouth... Ludwig took in a deep breath, staring up at his lover. Something popped inside of the blond and a sudden heat settled inside of his stomach. He reached out and grasped the wrist of the hand Feliciano was holding the spoon with. "Do that again..." He pushed the other's hand upwards, leading the spoon towards his mouth. "Lick it like you just did..."