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Post by Italy on Jun 19, 2010 19:25:11 GMT -5
{name:Germany#|#picture:1} His soft moans, and his squirming movements made Ludwig smile inwardly once again. It was so rewarding to see his efforts being paid off this way; with Feliciano in his lap crying out in another release. He enjoyed the sensation of his movements on his lap as well. It eased the pain, and he couldn't help but moan silently under his breath.
Italy fell against the German after his second climax. God, he was such an innocent, hot mess. Taking Italy's dripping hands, he gently licked them clean, making sure to suck away the salty fluid from each wavering digit. Again, the sensation of a bitter, yet delightful, taste filled his mouth. He hummed in satisfaction.
"Was it that good, Feliciano?" he asked, rubbing the weak brunette's back. A smile grazed Ludwig's lips, and all coherent thought swirled around in one, hectic train of thought. He was so gorgeous, so soft to the touch. He really was the perfect other, and he couldn't believe it took him this long to realize.
"Hey," Ludwig whispered again. "You seem really sweaty. Let's go give you a bath." With that, he stood and wrapped his arms around his big bundle of heat. But, with a sudden concerning thought, he turned his attention to his couch, which now was a dripping white mess.
He would have to clean it up later.
It was not until he got to the steps, the he realized how hard it was to even walk! Geez, he wouldn't be able to deal with this the whole night. Taking him into the bathroom, Ludwig gently sat the Italian in the tub, and turned on the water to a relaxing heated temperature. "This should help, okay?" With a smile, he kissed Italy's forehead and walked out to get him a fresh towel from the hall cabinet.
As he retrieved the towels, and was on his way back into the bathroom, he started going into thought... a deep thought. In fact, it was more of a fantasy then anything else.
'Doitsu...' he heard Italy call to him in his head. 'Please... take me. I want to be yours, I'll do whatever you want me to...'
"Ngh!" he grunted, leaning against the wall to support his throbbing in both ends; his head, and his poor groin. "I-I can't take this anymore..." He fell against the wall, his now once relaxed back flaring up in a fit of pain once again. He was just mere inches from the bathroom door, but he didn't seem to notice. He pants were quickly down near his ankles, and his member sprang to life.
His breath quickened, his hands shaky and weakening by the minute. But, he was so close right now. He wrapped his hands around his member, and started to pull, pump, and squeeze the very life from the hardened piece of flesh. A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through every nerve, every muscle, and he cried out behind his pursed lips.
The last thing he wanted to do was let Italy hear, for he would never be able to live this down if he was caught. But, he just pleased Feliciano twice in a row, why is he so embarrassed to let him see?
Maybe it was because he was afraid to show off his body? He didn't undress earlier, he didn't even remove his shirt! How shameful of him. He shouldn't be afraid, he shouldn't be afraid, he shouldn't--
Precum leaked from the tip of his member, and he let out a sudden, "A-Ahh!" but quickly silenced himself. Italy was probably expecting the towels, so he must make this quick.
((I am so sorry if i make Germany out of character! QAQ I usually play Uke boys, so this is a learning experience for me. Usually, I have a Ludwig, rather then being the Ludwig . So, pleeeeeeeeease bare with me!! ))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 19, 2010 21:01:08 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Feliciano could give nothing more at the moment other than a weak nod. His body had gone limp, and he didn't possess the strength to move it around as easily as he could before any longer. His first sexual experience left him drained to the very last reserve of his energy. It was even more draining then when Ludwig made him run laps around all day for training. But at least this was the fun way to get all sweaty and out of breath. Maybe he would consider changing their training method from now on...?
He gave a soft smile and slowly opened his eyes again, catching just a glimpse of the blue eyes that were looking down at him. "It was more than good..." He answered to himself. Even his inner voice sounded tired. He was drained both physically and mentally, it seemed. His eyes started to close shut again, feeling fatigue take over his body. And once Feliciano got tired, he was usually deep asleep just a few minutes later.
He wondered what time it was. Was it night? Or still just day? His sense of time was off. Not that he had much of a sense of time to begin with. He had missed his siesta, though he didn't mind that he had. Feliciano smiled as he heard Ludwig talk about giving him a bath. A nice, hot bath sounded like the best thing he could do right now. Though he didn't mind being so sweaty like this, it was best to wash off.
As he was being carried, he tightened his grip around the German's back as much as he could, trying not to slip from his hold. His arms, well, his whole body really, felt so heavy. It made it seem weird that Ludwig was carrying him with no problem at all. The Italian boy closed his eyes again to rest until they got to the bathroom; willing himself not to fall asleep before he could get cleaned up. A few seconds later, he felt himself being placed into a hard, cold container.
The porcelain felt below freezing cold at room temperature compared to his body temperature, which was still just as hot as it had been at the peak of his sexual excitement. His blood was still pumping through his veins at a fast rate, but was starting to slow and cool as more time passed on. Then he could feel and hear the sound of water staring to fill the rest of the space in the bathtub around him. Just a few inches of water against his skin made him feel so relaxed. It would be really hard not to fall asleep now.
Feliciano forced his eyes open again, watching as Ludwig left the bathroom. Probably just for a towel or something, so he wasn't worried. He would be back soon enough. He sat up after he had left and lifted his hands under the water faucet, gathering a small pool of the warm water and then splashing it on his face. He let out a soft sigh of content and rubbed his eyes. Now Feliciano was looking forward to taking a nap with Ludwig. Or at least just resting with him.
He didn't have to sleep with him, but just at least snuggle with him until he had fallen asleep himself. If the blonde even was the snuggling type. As he continued to wait, he started to grow a little worried when Ludwig had still not returned to him. He had no idea that he was just right outside of the door. The sound of the rushing water was all that he could hear.
"Ludwig?" He called out, wondering if he had gotten lost in his own house just now. He moved to the side of the tub, leaning out as far as he could before actually falling out of it. "Ludwig...? Are you there?" Feliciano thought he could hear some sort of voice coming from somewhere close, but still had no visual to match with it.
[It's fine! It sort of works with Ludwig, I think. n.n Because he's so stubborn and fixated on punishing himself, he'd need to do that and out of Feli's view so as to not embarrass himself. Because he still has his pride, after all.]
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Post by Italy on Jun 19, 2010 21:35:42 GMT -5
{name:Doitsu#|#picture:1} His body, now slowly curled in, was in a hellish amount of pain. Thank goodness he was about to release, and feel that painful edge on his body cease.
"I-I'm so c-close..." he gasped, finding the strength to pull slightly harder. "I-I'm so--AAHH!!" A new, rhythmic feeling pulsated through his body as his finally climaxed. He shivered, and yelped loudly.... very loudly. At this point, it didn't matter. He really didn't care anymore, he was just thankful the pain was finally over.
He panted as a steamy, hot familiar fluid coated his hands. But, the feeling of the release wasn't as satisfying as hoped. Granted, the pain had dissolved away, but he was wondering why such an odd feeling was lingering in his tight stomach. Heaving, he looked down, and felt like slapping himself in the head.
Blood. There were obvious spots in the beige semen that he could clearly tell what it was. He didn't think that was even possible! But, after all, a punishment is a punishment, and he brought it upon himself to be put through that pain.
He just felt blessed to feel the pain finally subsiding.
He stood, quickly dressed his lower half, and stumbled into the cool bathroom, where he found the cutest sight of his Italian poking his head out in concern and his gaze directed towards the hallway.
"What? You'd think I'd get lost in my own home?" he chuckled, walking to the sink to rinse away the, now pinked, fluid on his hand he kept secretly hidden behind the blue towel. "I'm fine, see?" He chuckled again, and slowly sat by the tub after he dried his hand.
Ludwig became lost again in Feliciano's adorable, sleep-ridden expression. As expected, loosing your virginity leaves you with a sleepy disposition, and the need for a nap. He cooed gently as he pulled the sweet-smelling shampoo from the side shelf that hung delicately from the tub's side. "Tired, I take it? I'm sorry it left you with such sleepiness. You missed your siesta today too, right? I apologize."
The clock on the wall read 7:40 p.m., and it surprised Ludwig that their little sweaty session took that long. But, it only made him smile all the more. Puddling a bit of the shampoo into his palm, he began gently lathering it through the Italian's scalp. A familiar scent of lavender filled the room as he worked the soap through each lock of hair with the gentlest touch. Poor Feli looked so tired, there was no way he would be able to do this himself. But, Ludwig didn't seem to mind.
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 2:15:22 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Feliciano grew alarmed when he heard a yelp come from somewhere within the house. It was definitely Ludwig's voice that had done it. He started to worry even more. Was it his foot? His back again? Maybe he had fallen down and needed help? He couldn't think of any other reason which would make his absence so much longer than what seemed normal.
Placing his hands on the edge of the tub, he attempted to pull himself out of it. But it was too deep for someone with no strength left in their body. He only slipped and fell back in with a small splash into the water. "Ludwig..." The Italian whined softly, reaching out to try and look again, and then finally a few seconds later, saw his German come walking back into the bathroom with him. He could let out a sigh of relief, though it only lasted a moment.
Feliciano puffed out his cheeks and blushed, feeling embarrassed. Ludwig really could read his mind, couldn't he? "But you were taking so long! What else was I supposed to think!?" He crossed his arms across his chest and kicked his legs in the water in a childish way. Making him worry for nothing like that... But he didn't care. He was just glad to see that nothing was wrong, after all. Though he still wondered what that yelp was about from earlier. It still concerned him. But he would just keep quiet about it for now.
Feliciano nodded softly again when the blonde insisted that he was okay. He had to take his word for it, even though he had just a slight suspicion that he wasn't telling the whole truth. He knew that Ludwig lied to him, but only for his own sake for being an idiot. But sometimes, he just really wished he could make him tell the truth. No matter what is was. The boy closed his eyes once he saw him reach for a bottle of shampoo to wash his hair with. He was glad that he was doing it for him, since he was sure he would have done a sloppy and half asleep job if he tried to right now.
"It's okay..." He said, smiling softly as the blonde apologized for keeping him up through the three hours he usually took his nap each and every day. "I don't mind..." But was he ever paying the price for staying up nonetheless. A sudden yawn escaped Feliciano's lips, which caused him to open his mouth wide and tilt his head back. A bit of the soap from his hair dripped into his left eye. "Ow..." It only stung slightly. He rinsed his hands with water and rubbed the both of them, yawning once more but stifling it between his teeth this time.
Reaching his hands up, he blindly waved them around until he was able to touch a part of Ludwig's arms. He followed them up to his shoulders, running his hands over the cloth of his clothes, then up his neck and rested on his cheeks. He remembered doing this same thing before, when he had feared his German had caught a cold. He smiled at the memory; they were so close to being lovers, but not yet had know. It seemed so weird to think back on it now.
"Ludwig... If you're not busy anymore tonight... Will you sleep with me?" Of course he meant it in a completely innocent way. Sleep as in to get into bed and actually sleep. Though he still wanted to really sleep with the blonde, that would have to wait for another night. His body wouldn't allow him to do anymore events that were so strenuous.
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Post by Italy on Jun 20, 2010 2:54:34 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} As he rinsed the shampoo from the Italian's hair, Ludwig gasped when hands were placed on his cheeks. They were Feliciano's, and they felt so warm. He remembered back to earlier in the day when Italy had done the same thing to check for a cold, and it made the German lad smile a bit. Ah, memories, though made just hours ago, are the joys of life. Just the little things you remember at the start of a relationship end up making the most impact... or, so he's heard.
He was actually quite envious that Italy's hands weren't calloused or ridden with hard work and age. They were so soft to the touch, and he basked in the simple gesture for a moment before washing out the soap in his hair completely.
But, when he heard Italy asking to sleep with him, his heart began to race. But, he slowly calmed himself, and broke it down in his head,
'He's so tired, there's no way he wants to do that! He probably means he wants me to sleep in the same bed....!" He mentally smacked himself, this wasn't right. To think something so dirty at the first mention of Feli "wanting to sleep with him". He was quite on the edge. Maybe he needed some sleep too.
"Sure, Feliciano... I'll sleep with you," he replied, gently leaning forward and kissing the younger country's forehead. "Now, I'm gonna lift you up to wash your body, ok?" With that warning, Ludwig slowly lifted the Italian into a standing position. His face flushed, Italy's body looked even better wet! Good lord, was there anything on this earth that made him seem less attractive?!
He pushed the thought to the back of his head, there was no time to think about this now. He had a sleepy Italian in his arms, ready to pass out at any moment! So, taking the small wash cloth from the shelf, he lathered body soap in it before roaming it over Feliciano's body. Gently, oh so gently, he made sure to rub down his neck, shoulders, hips, stomach, and everything in between. But, he did it with loving care. In fact, he found a way to gently massage the stiff muscles in Italy's upper body as he washed it. And, feeling the brunette relax in his arms only made him want to do it more.
Boy, a back-rub from a wash cloth didn't sound so bad right now...
Then, as he began rubbing down lower and lower, he felt a lump form in his throat when the soft cloth roamed over Italy's relaxed manhood. He stroked it with soap fast, so as not to get it too excited. Well, atleast, he hoped it didn't make him excited again. A third release on the poor Italian boy would be far too much! He'd be out for days!
Finishing his business there, he quickly gave his backside a rub down, and then began rinsing off the soap from the weak body he held tight to him. He removed the soap, and pulled him from the slowly draining tub.
"Feel better?" Ludwig asked as he wrapped his Feliciano in the fresh towel he'd brought in. Oh, the poor thing looked like he was going to fall over! He was really so tired to the point of passing out? Well, he did miss his siesta, thanks to the blonde. Picking him up once again, the German cradled the brunette in his arms as he took gentle steps to his bedroom.
Italy was gently placed on the bed as Germany turned to his closet. He wasn't going to allow a wet Feliciano sleep naked, for the threat of a cold would be in the night air waiting for him. So, he searched his own clothes for something he could use for temporary night pajamas.
It took him a moment or two, but finally came up with an overly-large white button-up collared shirt with a simple pair of black boxers to match. Eh, it wasn't luxurious, but it would make due. "Sorry my clothes are so big on you," Ludwig apologized as he dressed his shivering Italian. "I really should get some spare clothes in your size, in case something like this happens again."
'Snap....Snap....Snap....Snap....' went the gentle sound of the shirt buttons. Then after a moment or two, he was all ready to be tucked in under the waiting blankets. "Ready for bed now?"
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 5:04:29 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Hearing that they would be able to sleep together after all, the barely conscious Italian let the softest of happy smiles light up on his face. "Yaaaaay~" He said, wanting to sound enthusiastic and show how happy he was, but it was just too hard to do so with no energy. It only came out a sleepy and monotonic, but he hoped Ludwig knew how much it meant for him when he said he'd sleep with him for the night.
Even if it was probably still early to go to sleep just yet. But heading to bed earlier than normal for one day wouldn't hurt. Feliciano nodded, showing that he understood that Ludwig was going to have to lift him up from the tub so that he could wash all over his body thoroughly. And of course he wasn't about to let him bend over any more than he was while still worrying about the pain in his back.
Though he had no more strength in his legs, he was able to lean against the German and borrow his strength instead. He felt like he was always relying on him for too many things, and this just added to the list. He always thought he was just a bother and a hassle, but if he was, then would Ludwig still have fallen in love with him? Was it possible to love someone you found completely annoying? Maybe it was.
His brother, Lovino, seemed to really hate Antonio a lot, and was always complaining about how annoying and stupid and selfish he was. But it was clear to anyone that he really did love him, deep down. Maybe it was the same way with Ludwig and himself? Feliciano smiled softly to himself at the thought. Whatever they shared together, he loved it. And there was no reason to change it. He hoped nothing would ever change from right here, right now.
As Ludwig started to wash his body, he struggled to keep his eyes open. He felt that if he closed them for even a second, he was going to fall asleep for good. It felt like the German was massaging him a little while he washed, which he enjoyed a lot, but felt that he was just trying to lure him closer to the edge of falling asleep.
Feeling the hand traveling lower and lower on his body, he couldn't help but let out a soft moan when it ran between his legs. But it was just a moan, and though it felt good, there was nothing else. In fact, the Italian had really only moaned just so that Ludwig would hear it. He couldn't help but play around with him a little, even when he was so tired like this. After a bit more scrubbing and rinsing all the suds off, he was done with his bath.
Feliciano had grown a little cold, having been standing up out of the water except his ankles for several minutes. But feeling the warm, fluffy and soft towel around him started to help a little. He was then picked up and carried, finding himself ending up in the blonde's bedroom and placed on the bed. He curled himself up, shivering softly. Without the warmth from the bathroom now or his lover, he was much colder.
Luckily it didn't take long for Ludwig to find him some of his spare clothes to wear and dressed him. All the while, he was feeling extremely spoiled. He had taken such tender care of him all day. Even going as far as to give him and bath and dress him. This was really a side of the German he had never expected to see, but counted himself being lucky to have.
Feliciano loved the clothes he was wearing now. They were big and loose, like the ones he normally wore, but with the added bonus of Ludwig's scent all over them, and now all over himself. "I don't mind... I like wearing your clothes..." Not that wearing clothes to bed at all mattered. Since on some mornings, he somehow found himself naked with his pajamas thrown onto the floor. He never knew how that happened, it just did. But at least he could enjoy these through the night.
The Italian turned on his side, now bathed and dressed again. He was giving off quite a cute and sexy pose of the vulnerable type, though of course he didn't realize this himself.
"I'm ready, Ludwig..."
[My Internet picked a really great time to shut off! Bah! >.<;]
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Post by Italy on Jun 20, 2010 11:18:12 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} Watching him curl up like he did was a purely blissful thing. His body was so small and frail, Ludwig always wondered how someone could survive being that small. Even with as much as he ate, Feliciano was still so tiny! Envious? Yes, he indeed was. With a chuckle, Ludwig quickly removed his black muscle shirt that had gotten wet during the bath, and fixed his hair so that it wasn't slicked back, and it gently hung over, and around, his face. It was more comfortable this way, anyway. And, besides, it ended up getting messy as the night went on, so he might as well just do it now and save himself from any kind of rash bedhead come morning. He picked up Italy gently once more, and pulled the covers to the side, so that he could slip Italy under them quickly. It was rather chilly tonight... a draft, maybe? He shrugged it off, thinking he would deal with it in the morning if it were still cold. Laying him down, Ludwig found himself quickly pull Feliciano very close to his side as he ventured under his side of the blankets. It was a tight, sincere embrace. In fact, Ludwig actually had soft brunette hair sharing his pillow with him! The German was so worried Feliciano would get cold in to the night, and he liked to cuddle, right? He would try doing it all the time, after all. So, this should be comfortable for him. "Is this alright, Feliciano?" Ludwig asked softly, noticing the Italian drifting in and out of consciousness. Then, suddenly, Ludwig felt tired too. What, with all the running around he did today, his brother annoying the hell out of him and breaking half his kitchen, and then tending to Italy during their perfect evening, he was quite tuckered out as well. And, feeling the warmth of his other on him, it didn't seem to help keeping him awake. But though he wouldn't admit it out-loud, he loved Feliciano this close to him. Yes, he was his only close and true friend. Kiku was there, and was a well-rounded soldier with good intentions, but the Italian was always there trying to make him happy in any way that he could. Even though half of what he did should leave Ludwig bed-ridden with half-a-million stitches, it's the thought that counts. And, for someone to think about the German man like that just turned his stone-cold heart to mush. Even if he didn't tell anyone else, Ludwig hoped that Feliciano would understand his feelings for him, and return them<3 ((My internet has been acting stupid too! It keeps giving out every now and then, and it will suddenly shut off while I'm the middle of typing something looong!! IT SUUUCKS DX))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 14:10:52 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Being half asleep now, Feliciano rested in a sleepy haze as Ludwig was preparing for bed himself. His eyes were just inches from closing, as much as he was still trying to fight it off. He wouldn't allow himself to fall asleep until they were both in bed together, and comfortable. That way, he would make sure that the German stayed with him. At least until he fell asleep.
He closed his eyes for just a moment, feeling himself start to slip off into sleep, but luckily was awoken back to his senses again when Ludwig picked him up to place him under his blankets now. His body must have felt even lighter than before, in the current state he was in. He was glad that the blankets were so heavy.
It seemed really cold for some reason tonight. Was there a cold draft coming in? He never payed attention to the weather. But he would be fine, just like this. Feliciano started to move himself in closer, wanting to get closer to Ludwig. But also wondering at the same time if he would be comfortable having someone so close to him while they were in bed together. He was probably used to sleeping alone, after all.
Being pulled into a sudden, tight embrace, really surprised the little Italian a lot. He really hadn't been expecting for him to do that. But he was happy that he did. Now he could share the German's body heat to keep himself warm, no matter how cold it might have gotten throughout the night. If only he could have this same warmth every night. Or if he had been able to experience such a warm, loving embrace earlier.
Feliciano smiled happily and glanced up. His gaze was focusing in and out of blurry to clear, but he was finally able to focus on the blonde's face for a few seconds. It was so hard to move his body anymore. Even just a slight nudge of his head felt like he was trying to lift it up with heavy weights on top. He parted his lips just a little, trying to speak.
The first few times, no sound escaped, but finally he was able to make himself heard. "Ludwig, I like... your hair... like that." He whispered softly, noticing that it was now relaxed instead of slicked backed. Though, really, he liked any way that his hair was. But he never saw it much like it was at the moment. It was a nice change of sight.
He gave one final nod and then relaxed again. Straining himself anymore wouldn't be good for his body. Perhaps it was time to just give up and fall asleep. But, before he could, Feliciano just needed to do one more thing. This he had to do. "Ludwig... I love you... I love you..." He repeated it twice, just to make sure he heard him.
Now, he could finally fall asleep and rest after such a tiring day. He closed his eyes all the way, and probably just set the world record for shortest time it took someone to fall asleep; for as soon as he did that, he was already fast asleep. And he was a heavy sleeper, so there was little to no chance that he would be waking up again until morning came.
His chest rose up and down softly as he slept. It was surprising to see the little ball of energy so relaxed and calm. You'd think that he'd be the kind to thrash around in the bed. But having Ludwig hold him close to his chest was perfect just like that.
[It's a conspiracy!]
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Post by Italy on Jun 20, 2010 14:40:25 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} "I love you too, Feli..." Ludwig whispered, kissing the sleeper's forehead. Already off in some other world, Italy's breathing became a silent snore, letting the German know he was fast asleep. Finally, he thought. For, if he were to stay up any longer, that boy would be knocked out the whole day after!
His sleeping face, a gentle sound soothing the silent room around them, Feliciano just looked so peaceful. Ludwig rubbed his back gently, a smile fluttering on his sleepy expression. He was sure Italy would be a little drained come morning, but would be back to his old happy self. The German was actually looking forward to seeing that perky smile back on the brunette's face.
He yawned, sleep aching at his eye-lids. He was tired too, now. And, it took a nice soft pillow under his head and two younger arms wrapped around him to realize it. His eyes fluttered shut, his body relaxing against the other's, and he drifted off into sleep.
At the crack of dawn the next morning, Ludwig violently awoke from an odd dream he had the night before. Luckily, his jerking motions weren't enough to awaken the sleeping boy next to him. His breath quickened, cold sweat beaded his forehead. What an awful dream...
"Ludwig!" Feliciano cried, struggling under the German's pinning weight. "G-Get off of me! What are you doing!?" Tears burned at his terror-filled auburn eyes, this couldn't be happening! Germany didn't seem like himself. He looked darker this time, starved for something carnal, something he would do anything to get. And, he was at his limit. Pulling, scraping, bruising, screaming, horror, scarring, it all happened at once. Neither of them wanted to do it, but Ludwig had something caged that wasn't supposed to be, and it was sealed away for far too long...
He knew full well what the dream was about, and he couldn't bare to dwell on it for any second longer. It hurt him, even though it was just his mind playing tricks on him....
...or was it?
Now that thought scared him. Did he dream of that because it was something bound to happen, like some kind of E.S.P.? Did he really want to hurt Italy that way?
'No, no no no.... stop it!' he thought, calming down. He relaxed and tried to break everything down piece by piece:
He was stressed last night, what with his self-disciplining punishment and what-not. So, that had to be the reason why. There was no way in this life, or any life after, he would hurt Feliciano that way. It hurt him just thinking about it, so he stopped. Climbing out of the bed slowly, he stood and worked the sleeping muscles in his legs.
Walking to his kitchen, he decided to make breakfast. There was no way he would think about that dream today, he refused to dwell on it any longer. So, he began dragging out things from his fridge, cabinet, and drawers, and began cooking.
Afterwards, he ended up with eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns, cut fruit, pancakes, and freshly brewed coffee. Hmm... it was a bit of a western breakfast. But, those Americans eat it all the time! So, it wouldn't hurt to try. He set the table, and sat himself down on one side. He knew Italy would be waking up momentarily at the smell of food, so all he had to do was sit and wait for the Italian to wake himself up.
The thought made him smile, and already made his day.
((No kidding!!))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 20:42:56 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} "...Something smells... good..." Feliciano could smell the scent of food around him. He tried to grab for it, but there was nothing there. The smell was real, but the visions of food in his dream were not. "I'm... hungry..." It was only when the thought of food was brought up that he was reminded he had not eaten anything other than breakfast the previous day.
He remembered Ludwig attempting to make some pasta for him, and he actually did, he just didn't get to eat it. The Italian boy frowned. What a waste. He would make sure he never did something like that again, if he could help it. Yesterday was just an exception, because his German lover was even more important than pasta itself.
Starting to wake up from his sleep, Feliciano fluttered his eyes open. The room he was in was blurry, and he couldn't tell where he was. All the colors mixed together, making it impossible to tell. "Mm..." His body was starting to wake up a bit now. He felt his arms outstretched in front of him, empty.
When he realized this, he quickly opened his eyes to see the other half of the bed empty. Ludwig was already up? He turned to look out of the nearest window in the bedroom. It still looked to be in the morning. It seemed just like someone such as Ludwig to wake up early. He smiled fondly at the thought.
Though normally he didn't wake up until around twelve, and still felt very tired like he could get more sleep, waking up early for once wouldn't hurt, would it? The boy yawned and started to pick himself up off from the bed. He was still feeling a bit weak. Even after a night of deep rest, he still had not recharged completely.
"Ahhh~" Feliciano yawned loudly and stretched his arms above his head, kicking his feet out to get them ready for walking. After a few minutes, he stood up from the bed and started to make his way out into the house. The further he went, the stronger the smell of food became. It made his stomach growl loudly and his mouth water. He finally made his way to the kitchen and saw Ludwig sitting there at the table, food displayed out in front of him like a buffet. It was such a welcoming sight. His lover, food. What more could a simple Italian boy ask for?
"Ludwig~! Good morning~!" He quickly ran over to the other, throwing his arms around him and hugging him tightly. A special greeting. Even more sincere than they had always been. He gave his blonde a kiss on the cheek and held him close for a moment.
What Feliciano failed to realize was that he had lost the black boxers Ludwig had dressed him in the night before. They must have slipped off when he got out of bed; they were really big on him, after all. But at least the shirt was big enough to keep him at least somewhat decent. "I'm so glad you made breakfast! I'm starving...!"
He quickly sat down at the chair across the table and grabbed the nearest plate of food and started to eat. He didn't even care that it wasn't pasta; the poor starving boy! Though, he had to admit, that whatever he was eating did taste really good. "It's delicious! Ludwig is such a good cook!" The boy smiled with his cheeks stuffed full of the German's cooking.
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Post by Italy on Jun 20, 2010 22:53:57 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} Boy, was he still sleepy still! You'd think waking up that fast from a fright would keep you awake the whole day, but on the contrary, it didn't give him time to properly wake himself. Ludwig yawned as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand. Maybe shutting his eyes for a minute or two wouldn't hurt. But, as he got them shut, a warm body around him made his eyes flutter open. And, as expected, he opened them to find a half-dressed Feliciano wishing him a good morning.
Wait--half-dressed!? He had on the shirt, so that must mean... oh, boy. Atleast the shirt is long... Ludwig's cheeks flushed a heavy pink color. "Good morning, Feliciano. Sleep well?" He heard a familiar stomach growl, making him chuckle. The poor child hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, as he could last recall. That pasta was made, but it wasn't eaten. Oh well, it's alright, he supposed.
Watching the brunette take a seat opposite of him at the table and pile on a plate of food, Ludwig smiled and did the same, but didn't get nearly as much. With a stomach still in a knot from his nightmare, he could only take in so much food. But, he poured himself a hot cup of coffee before eating, making him relax slightly. The warmth seemed to work wonders on the tight muscles in his aching body. His back felt better, but was still so sore and stiff. The burn on his foot has been completely forgotten. And, seeing the Italian made all his troubled thoughts dissolve into the back of his head, completely ignored.
Mein Gott, that boy was something else. Even stuffing his face, he looked sweet. Jeez, Ludwig... you've gotten soft! But, he couldn't help it. He loved Italy, he truly truly loved him. Sipping his coffee and biting at bits and pieces of his breakfast, the German became lost in his thoughts of today's chores:
The couch was probably still messy, so he would have to clean that up before his brother came home from doing some kind of business. What was he out doing anyway? He hadn't heard from him since the previous morning's accident.
The pot with the pasta was probably still sitting there on the stove--yup, it sure was. So, he'd have to scrub that and, he would have breakfast dishes to wash and put away.
Then, the leftover breakfast would have to be put away.
That's all he could think of at the moment, and it didn't seem so bad. So, for now, he just enjoyed his breakfast, and watched as Italy enjoyed his too. He chuckled, "Like it?"
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 21, 2010 2:15:38 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Within just a few minutes of sitting down and digging into his food, the boy was already done with his first plate and had started on the second. It would be an understatement to explain just how hungry he was. And the food was so yummy, too, that he couldn't stop even if he tried! And it made it even more special that Ludwig had cooked it, so he was determined to eat every last bite of it up.
"I like it a lot!" Feliciano muffled through his constantly filled cheeks. His mouth had gotten a bit messy from eating; with bits and pieces of various breakfast items sticking to his cheeks. It wasn't that he was a messy eater, though he really was. But it wasn't like he did it on purpose, or didn't have any table manners. He was just being himself.
Italians were just naturally messy and loud when sitting down at a table and eating. They couldn't help it! It always looked like a war zone after dinner at his own house. But while here at Ludwig's he wasn't as bad. He toned himself down a little, knowing that no matter what the blonde would say otherwise, anyone would start to get annoyed of the way he acted after a while.
Everyone had told him that, and he was well aware of it. He was considerate of other people's feelings, after all. He swallowed his current mouthful of food and licked his lips, smiling happily over at Ludwig. But the smile faded a bit when he noticed he wasn't eating much. His own plate of food only had a little bit missing. "Ludwig? Aren't you hungry?"
He asked, using a soft voice. He wondered why he wasn't eating. It couldn't have been the taste; it was delicious. Maybe it was cold instead. But he could just have heated it up again, couldn't he? Studying the German's face, he seemed to notice just the slightest hint that he was feeling tired. It was hidden well, like most of his other emotions, but Feliciano was starting to learn little by little, and it was there.
"Are you still tired?" He tilted his head a bit to the side, wondering if he had hit the nail on the head with his assumption. He smiled softly again. "Ludwig, if you're tired, go back to bed. I'll go with you and we can have an extra long siesta to make up for yesterday!" The boy smiled happily, finding that to be one of the best ideas he had ever had.
"You don't have anything to do today, right? If you do, I'll help! Then we can get through them twice as fast and leave us with more time for relaxing!" He could think of nothing else he wanted to do than to just stay in Ludwig's warm bed with him. Holding each other. Cuddling. Giving kisses and just enjoying each other. Feliciano blushed softly to himself. Under the table he crossed his legs, just to be safe.
When the feeling passed, he glanced back up again. "Oh! And I should probably call my brother to tell him where I am!" He gasped as he was reminded that his elder brother was probably throwing a fit, wondering where he was. He was going to get the yelling of his lifetime, both over the phone and when he eventually returned home. But at least that wouldn't be until later.
Actually, maybe he could just put off the phone call until later, too. He was sure that if he'd call now, Lovino would storm over him and drag him away from Ludwig. And he didn't want to leave from him just yet. It seemed impossible, but after all they had been through the previous day, Feliciano felt even more attached than he had ever before to the German.
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Post by Italy on Jun 21, 2010 2:41:32 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} Ludwig snapped back to reality, and peaked out from behind his red, yellow, and black painted mug. Bits of food covered Italy's lips and cheeks, and it made him smile inwardly. How cute<3
"Well, I am really tired still," he answered behind warm coffee. "And, my back is killing me as well. It's sore from trying to heal itself, I suppose. But, I do have things to do, and it would be best if I did them, okay? I want you to relaxed, you looked more drained then I do still. And, it's not healthy to overwork yourself." Said the words of a hypocrite. What was he about to do? Surely not lay in bed all day like he wanted to. Oh, no... he was about to overwork himself! But, he had to set a good example of himself through his words, seeing as his actions completely defied them.
"I should be done with it all in a little bit. It won't take long. And then, that siesta wouldn't sound too bad..." he added, rubbing his lower back gently. Maybe a nap would help some. After all, he was up at the crack of dawn in terror. That drains the life out of you pretty fast.
Finishing his hardly eaten breakfast, he downs the last bit of coffee before heading to the sink to wash off his dishes. As he stood there, he began washing all of the other dishes as well, might as well get them done now.
But, after a minute or two of standing there, he felt a pair of warm hands caress and knead the tight muscle in his back. He jumped slightly, Feliciano was giving him a back rub!
And boy, did it feel amazing....!
"F-Feliciano... you don't have to--a-ahh..." the words trailed off as all muscles in his body relaxed almost simultaneously. It was pure bliss, and he was past due for one. A soft touch was all he needed right now, and his Italian delivered just the right affection to do the job.
He blushed from ear-to-ear, leaning against the side of the counter for slight support. It was just a simple back rub, so why was he being so dramatic about it? Who knows, all he knew was that it felt beyond wonderful.
"Th-Thank you, Feliciano. But, I gotta clean up, okay? Y-you can go back and lay down. I'll be done in a few moments." But, before he let him go, Ludwig turned and quickly scooped up the brunette into a tight hug of appreciation.
((Sorry the reply is so cruddy... I'm really tired, and it's 4 in the morning... And, I'm sorry about making Italy give Germany a surprise back rub, but I was trying to set up a situation for that to happen. Call me crazy, but I thought it would be kind of a cute idea... >//////>
Again, I'm so sorry! TT^TT))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 21, 2010 4:37:20 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} No fair. No fair at all. Feliciano sighed softly, feeling just a bit disappointed. Ludwig was still tired, like he had thought, but he was still going to work first. And he had even said that his back was hurting. Honestly, he couldn't understand how he was able to put up with everything. Everything that had happened both last night and now today...
He was going to really start worrying about his health, since it seemed Ludwig himself wouldn't. He knew that he was a hard working, all business type of man. But wasn't there a limit? Didn't he just want to forget about what needed to be done and take care of himself first? If he wouldn't, then who would? The Italian would, of course! Now that he had a bigger, more important role in his life. Ludwig could take care of the business, and Feliciano would handle the fun!
That was a good balance, wasn't it? He giggled inwardly to himself. It was a good idea, he had to agree to himself. Though he was still quite upset that he wouldn't even get to help doing the work. But, then again, maybe it was best that he didn't try to help. Whenever he did, he normally just made things worse. "Okay..." He was still pouting, but nodded his head softly. He hoped he would get through with his chores soon.
He then returned to eating his food with a noticeable deduction in speed this time. The boy watched as Ludwig got up and made his way over to the sink. He didn't pay much attention to it at first and kept to his own business. He was thinking of what he would do to keep to himself while waiting patiently. He hated waiting, but if it was for a chance to get the blonde all to himself again, then he would wait as long as it took.
Feliciano glanced up as he realized Ludwig was washing the dishes. He watched his back for a moment, frowning again at the pain he must have been feeling at the moment. What he needed to do was to just lay down and let himself rest and to let the bruised flesh heal. But since he couldn't lay down right now, maybe he could at least helped relieve the pain a little. The boy stood up from his chair, forgetting about his plate of food for now.
Quietly he snuck up behind the German. He hesitated for a moment, remembering what happened the last time he had snuck up behind him. Ever so carefully, he placed his hands on the bare back and started to rub in gentle circles. The Italian smiled and giggled happily as he felt the immediate reaction from Ludwig's body as soon as he started. "It feels good~?" He asked, now moving his hands further apart and focused on his shoulders.
He made sure to be gentle, yet a little hard at the same time. It was the only way to get those tense and tight muscles to relax; by putting a little pressure on them. He moved down to his lower back, making sure not an inch went without his touch for long. He was glad to be able to do this for him, and hoped that it would help at least a little. The muscles finally started to relax and Feliciano grinned.
He moved to start on Ludwig's spine next, but stopped when he was told to just go lay down again. Feeling defeated and that nothing he could do would change his mind, he reluctantly took his hands off again. "Okay. Sorry." He looked off to the side. Times like this made him feel really useless. Could he do nothing for the person he loved? Anything good? But when Ludwig quickly spun around and gathered him back into his arms, he knew.
He knew that he wasn't just being a bother. And that he really appreciated the help he was trying to give him. The little Italian smiled again and wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling himself in even closer. He allowed himself to just stay a moment like that. "Don't push yourself too hard, okay, Ludwig? Take a break, if you want to. Don't rush yourself, but I hope you can get everything finished soon. And if you need me for anything, just tell me, okay?" Feliciano pulled away from the hug just a little to look into Ludwig's eyes. "Okay?"
[It's fine! I don't mind! I was actually thinking about Feli giving him a back rub, as well. But I was waiting until they got back into bed first~]
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Post by Italy on Jun 21, 2010 11:05:20 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} The way he looked him in the eye like that was purely intoxicating. Those bright brown eyes of his spoke millions, and let the German know that he was here to help. He appreciated that, and understood fully well he was just trying to do what was best for his older country.
"Okay, Feliciano. I understand," he chuckled in reply, slowly leaning in to kiss the cowlicked male. Their lips met, and it felt like sparks resulted in the connection; just like the first time. It felt wonderful, just a simple kiss. It helped any lingering pain wash from his body for the moment. He pulled them away, and smiled warmly at the younger country. "Now go occupy yourself for a bit. I should only be half an hour. And, nothing is going to be too hard, just some simple cleaning tasks. I don't want my older brother coming home and seeing the sweaty, messy residue we left on the couch." He chuckled at the thought. Maybe he should just leave it there, and let the albino sit in it, wondering what it was that just squished under his behind.
That would teach him for breaking half the kitchen that isn't even his. But, that wouldn't be right. He wasn't a man of revenge, only a man of discipline and punishment. So. he just shrugged the devious thought from his mind, and walked to the livingroom with a cloth and cleansing spray bottle in hand.
He began spraying down the leather couch with the wet substance, and slowly ran the cloth across it. He didn't bother slicking back his hair this morning, so it was still sort of in his face. Ugh, what a pain. He tried doing it with his fingers, but it only resulted in it falling back down into his line of vision. With a grumble, he continued. No sense in trying to fix it now.
He finished the couch, and by this point, he had heard Feliciano head back up the stairs and his bedroom door creak gently until it closed. ((Ohh.... I have an idea<3 kukukuku~)) He sighed and headed back to the kitchen, where he sealed and packed up the leftovers from breakfast. He was actually pleased his Italian boy ate so much of it. Was his cooking really that good? It made him blush slightly; pleased.
He finished that, and then took the crusty pot filled with hard, rancid noodles. Oh, who knew pasta could smell bad when it was just the pasta! But, he filled it with scalding hot, soapy water. If he let it soak, he could just dump the pasta later and scrub the inside.
Wow... he was done! It didn't take him nearly as long as expected! So, drying off his hands with his shirt, he made his way up his stairs, down the short hall, and into his room--
He stopped, his skin began to burn with embarrassment. His jaw dropped, eyes as wide as dinner plates. His private drawers open, and Italy was on the bed.... READING ONE OF HIS MAGAZINES!
"F-Feli--" he stopped instantly, watching as Italy attempted a back-bend, just as the model was doing in the picture. His insides turned to mush, this was bad. What if he saw everything he had? It was too shameful to think about... oh dear, Lord!
"...ciano?" he finished, stepping closer and trying to keep his heart rate at a decent pace. "W-where did... you find that?"
((I'm sooo bad! >D))
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