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Post by Italy on Jun 28, 2010 18:34:10 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} Feeling the younger male stir into waking, Ludwig pulled him away slightly, so that he could meet his tired eyes. He looked so innocent, so small wrapped in his massive arms. It was quite the sight, and he could stare at Feliciano forever. But, when he was asked a question about him going somewhere, it snapped him back to reality. "Oh, this? I was planning on taking you out to a nice dinner.... you're hungry, right?" Trick question; Italy was always hungry. Well, being an Italian, and growing up with nothing but a culture full of luxurious cuisine, he couldn't blame him. Standing up, he held Italy tight to his chest. My, he seemed to have turned the Italian into a spoiled child, being carried everywhere he went. But, the German male didn't mind treating his younger lover this way. In his eyes, he deserved it all. Taking him upstairs, Ludwig sat Feli on the bed, and gathered his folded clothes (which he found the time to take liberty into washing). There, he pulled the black collared shirt from the bunch, as well as the blue tie and pants. He laid them out for him. "I want you to dress nice, if you don't mind," he explained. "I want to take you somewhere nice, and somewhere you like. Your expensive taste won't take you dressing shabby and military-esk." It came out as something sort of rude, but he just couldn't shake the smile from his face. He continued, "And, I want you to pick out the restaurant. I don't care how expensive, alright? A first date is always the one where I can be lenient and willing. So, take your pick." He sat next to the Italian male while he slipped on his shirt. A kiss was delivered the moment his head poked it's way through the head hole of the shirt. He couldn't help it, he was just so darn cute! ((Oh, I'm so glad!! What a relief ^^ Who I'm dressing up as? It's funny that you asked ITALY, OF COURSE! I'm going to Matsuricon in Columbus, which is only a few hours from here, and I'm going to be on staff dressed as our little Italian<3 I plan on getting myself my own Germany, Japan, and maybe an Allied Forces together))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 28, 2010 21:39:54 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Stomach now growling, it become apparent that was the real reason he had woken up. If he were not hungry at the moment, then he probably would have kept on sleeping. But the mention of food woke up his nearly empty tummy. Sleeping all day and only eating a little made him even more hungry than he normally was!
"Go out to dinner? The both of us?" Hearing Ludwig offer such a thing for him really surprised Feliciano. He hadn't been expecting that, but now it made sense with the way he was dressed up. The boy nodded a little sheepishly, that he was, indeed hungry. As if the answer wasn't already obvious. He wrapped his arms around his neck and held on around him gently as he was picked up and brought back upstairs.
He really liked being carried. Not because it made him feel special that he didn't have to walk, but just because he could still be so close to Ludwig without feeling too apart from him. He really enjoyed that, and he couldn't help but nuzzle into his neck a bit more before he was placed on the edge of the bed, now back in the bedroom. He unwrapped himself from the blanket, seeing the clothes he had worn the other day looking freshly cleaned and folded, like they were waiting for him.
Had Ludwig done this for him, too? Oh, of course he did! He was the only person who was thoughtful enough to do this for him! Feliciano smiled happily as he reached for his shirt first, feeling how soft it felt. It also felt a little weird. He had been without clothing for a while now, but he couldn't expect to stay naked forever, now could he? Even as comfortable as he thought it would be.
He put the shirt on over his head, pulling it down until he was able to poke his head out of the biggest hole. And as soon as he did, he was met with a kiss from Ludwig. The boy blushed softly, then couldn't help but throw himself on the German to give him a kiss in return. It was how he showed his affection, after all. "Are you sure it's okay if I pick the place?"
He asked, wondering if he would like the kinds of foods that he did. More likely than not, he would end up picking either an Italian or French restaurant, since it was the food he had grown up eating, after all. But would that really suit both of their tastes? He was worried about price, too. He didn't want Ludwig to spend all of his money, trying to feed him fancy food all the time.
But even so, he was really excited for their first date. Their first official date. There had been plenty of times that Feliciano asked Ludwig to eat a meal with him, but those were under different circumstances. This time it was going to be romantic. A night out; just the two of them. He found himself blushing again, smiling big and wide, until he realized he still had to finish getting dressed first.
He pulled himself away from the blonde and grabbed his pants as he started to slide them on his legs, one side at a time. When he finished and had them zipped up, now was only his tie left. But, to be honest, the boy was horrible at putting one on. He always fumbled with his hands and made it into a big messy knot instead. Normally his brother had to do it for him.
But now that his brother wasn't here, he couldn't get his help to make it neat. Feliciano just stared at the blue tie in his hands, trying to remember how to even start the processing of tying it around his neck. He wasn't going to go unless he could figure it out first.
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Post by Italy on Jun 29, 2010 16:33:07 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} Watching him fumble with the tie, Ludwig couldn't help but chuckle and help out. He seemed to have trouble with it, and it would be rude to just stand and watch him struggle with it. So, with a slow movement, the German tied the piece of fabric around the younger male's neck. He was amazed he could get his tie like this any other time! Who did it... his brother? It didn't matter, it was still amusing.
"There... better?" he asked, stepping back to make sure he tied the blue cloth around his collar evenly. "And I told you to pick the restaurant. I know of a nice, fancy French place down the street... does that sound fair?" he asked, sitting down again to wait for his Italian to answer.
In fact, in the back of his mind, he hoped Italy would pick somewhere expensive. The last thing he wanted to do was take Feliciano out to some place, on a first date, that ended up cheap and unsatisfying. He knew of the other's expensive taste, and he wanted to use that to his advantage in order to create a well-balanced mood for their first time out.
"So, what's it going to be?" he asked again, smiling up at him with gentle, sincere eyes.
((Sorry my reply is so short... my friends are wanting me to get off the computer to watch something ^^;
Sorry again, and thank you for wishing me luck! ))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jun 29, 2010 19:06:22 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Feliciano felt really relieved with Ludwig helped him with his tie. He wanted to ask for help, but felt too embarrassed to do so. It made him look even more hopeless than normal, if he couldn't even tie his tie properly.
Though he would have found out that he couldn't do it eventually. Now that they were spending so much more time together. He smiled softly as it was tied around the collar of his shirt. He sat up straight, being still, except for his gentle breathing and the up and down movement his curl made on its own.
When Ludwig hand finished, he looked down at the work he had done. It was really done nicely. Maybe even more nice than the way his brother did it. And he was gentle. Normally when Lovino did it, he was pushed and pulled and handled with roughly to get it on straight. But he hadn't even moved an inch at all when the German had done it for him instead.
"Thank you~!" Feliciano thanked him with a happy smile. He no longer felt embarrassed about it, but rather happy instead. Of course he could never stay embarrassed or upset at anything for too long. "Oh? I think I know what restaurant you're talking about... Are you sure we can go there?" The Italian really wouldn't have minded where they went for their first date. It would have been just as nice to stay home and cook something together.
But he knew that for Ludwig, something as important as this had to be special. Only the best would do. The best food, the best atmosphere. Everything. And he really appreciated how seriously he was taking this. The boy smiled and nodded. "Yeah! Let's go there then!" He licked his lips eagerly and stood up, almost tripping over himself from being a bit too excited. But he managed to gain his balance again before doing damage to anything around him.
[It's fine!]
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Post by Italy on Jun 30, 2010 22:16:51 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} Watching him trip in excitement, Ludwig felt a chuckle rise from his chest. He couldn't wait either, he was on the brink of his stomach eating itself, and food sounded the best right at the moment.
"Okay, then let's go," he replied, grabbing his wallet sitting on the table. With it in his pocket, he slowly grabbed Italy's hand and walked with him out of the house. His hand was warm, and it felt amazing against his slightly chilled skin. Since it was just down the way, he decided to just walk, and not take his gas-guzzler of a car.
It felt nice, the cool evening breeze swirling around in the warm summer air, the birds whistling their final songs before heading off to sleep, and the sun was just setting over the horizon in a sea of orange and pink. It was one of those rare sunsets that just seem all the more pleasent when you're with the special someone you hold dear. And, since the Italian was right by his side, it seemed to complete everything.
Ludwig wasn't one to get cheesy. But, maybe this one time he could make an exception.
Walking down the few blocks needed, they finally made it to the restaurant and Germany held the door open for the both of them to slide in through the elaborate glass double-doors.
Just as they did, a pretty waitress walks over, and pulls a pen from her apron.
"Table for two, gentlemen?" she asked politely, acknowledging the fact that there were, indeed, two boys together in a romantic restaurant, but seemed to be more then happy about it.
"Yes," Ludwig answered with equal politeness.
"Please follow me." With that, the blonde German began following the black-haired waitress through the dimly-lit building. Criss-crossing and turning this way and that, manuevering through people and passer-by's, they finally arrived at a nice booth moments later. The seats were lined with a gorgeous leather, and the table seemed to be made of a polished oak, as well as the benches themselves. Sweet-smelling candles lit just enough to luminate the small area where the two would share for their evening dinner.
It couldn't be anymore perfect.
"Thank you," the German male replied, earning a nod from the waitress, and a reply stating that she would be back a moment later for a drink order.
Sitting down on one side of the table, he watched as the younger country slid smoothy into the other side. His eyes seemed to glow with the candle-light, and his skin seemed to glisten and shine even brighter then the flame sitting politely on the wick. Ludwig couldn't help but curl his lips into an awe-taken smile.
No matter where they went anymore, the German just couldn't see the Italian in a bad light anymore. He looked good all the time: Out in the sun, face lighten up by a solitary candle, wrapped in his arms laying naked in his bed...
It didn't matter anymore, it was so right.
"Do you know what you want?" he asked quietly.
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 1, 2010 20:53:13 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Once they were both ready, Feliciano took Ludwig's hand into his own and followed him outside. As soon as they had left his home, he was quite surprised at the weather today. It was much more pleasant than he thought it would be. The time also surprised him as well, as he saw that the sun was already sinking behind the horizon. He really had managed to sleep the whole day away, just like he said he wanted to.
But now he felt slightly guilty for making the German wait this late to eat, since he remembered he had not eaten much earlier in the day for breakfast. He must have been starving even more than him by now... But he hoped he could make it up to him again. Maybe a quiet night out would at least help a little. It seemed like Feliciano was always making plans to correct his mistakes made with some type of compensation instead, but hadn't really gotten around to it yet.
Feliciano squeezed Ludwig's hand a little as they continued to walk. He didn't want to start feeling all guilty and icky when this walk was so perfect. He pulled himself to cling around Ludwig's arm instead, while still holding his hand, of course. He couldn't help but want to be even more closer to him, especially while out in public as an official couple for the first time. He may not have seemed like it, but the little Italian could be quite the possessive lover, if he needed to be.
A trait probably passed down from his older brother, no likely, but just never had a chance to reveal it until now. Seeing the restaurant just ahead of them made him smile. He had come here once, though it was by himself and during lunch. It seemed to have a whole nother feel when he came for dinner and with Ludwig. They walked inside and was greeted by the waitress.
Once they got to their booth, he sat himself on the opposite side of the German, grinning happily and in awe the whole time. It was pretty dark, maybe a little hard to see. But that was the atmosphere, after all. There was a single candle between them on the table. The whole building smelled faintly sweet. And of course, all the smells that were coming from the yummy food. Feliciano was too busy looking around to notice that Ludwig was staring at him from the other side.
When he had finally gotten his fill of the surroundings, he picked up the menu in front of him and started to look through it. "I'm not sure..." He was reading through the list of meals. "I had a dish here once before. It was really good; but I can't remember the name of it..." In a very unlike Feliciano fashion, he was talking in a hushed and soft voice.
Yes. Even he could be quiet and calm, when he needed to be. It was a complete flip of his usual self. Italians, though normally loud and annoying could also be very romantic. They were the best lovers in the world, after all. Lowering his menu down a bit, he caught the German's eyes and offered a small, innocent smile. "Do you know what you're going to get? Maybe I'll just get the same thing as you..."
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Post by Italy on Jul 2, 2010 10:07:11 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} As Feliciano picked up a menu and looked through it, Ludwig felt he should do the same. When his question was answered with a hushed tone, though, it was enough to make the German peek his eyes out from behind the menu to raise an eyebrow. You'd think that a person like Feli would take this situation as an opportunity to be loud and have every customer in the restaurant notice him.
But, Ludwig smiled. Italians were very romantic when they want to be. He suppose that came from his big brother. But, shivering with the thought of blonde, greasy locks and unsightly stubble, he shook the thought away and just convinced himself that Feliciano was just pulling this romantic personality from deep down inside.
"Hmm..." he thought. Maybe they could order the same thing and get it a little bigger to share? That sounded nice, and he knew just the dish he wanted to get.
As the waitress came back, she pulled out her pad and pen, waiting for the two to give her their order.
"Ready, gentleman?" she asked in a soft, gentle tone. Ludwig nodded and closed his menu. However, instead of telling her face-to-face, he stretched out to grab her arm and pull her gently down. When the waitress bent over, surprised, she was even more surprised to find the blonde male whispering in her ear.
After a quick moment, her jolted expression changed into a warm smile, and a slow nod. "I completely understand sir," she replied, scribbling on the yellow pad before tucking it back away into her apron pocket. "I'll be right back with it." And, with that, she scurried back to the double doors that were for employees only.
Turning back to a confused brunette, Ludwig just smiled and reached out to touch his hand.
"You just worry about getting that stomach of yours full when the food comes back, okay?" he whispered in a mimicking hushed tone. He didn't want to use his louder voice either when Feliciano just used a quiet tone.
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After starting a conversation about family and how stupid and, or how scary they can be, the waitress found her way back to their table with a bucket in her hand. Behind her trailed a waiter holding a delicate wine bottle in his hand. Ludwig turned to them and smiled. The bucket clanked softly on the table with the weight of the ice inside, and the male worker stepped forward to set 2 glasses on the table for the waiting countries. He ripped the golden foil from the top of the bottle, and filled the glasses half-way with a luscious, dark red color that seemed to sparkle in the solitary candlelight.
"A glass of our Brunello di Montalcino for the lovely couple," explained the waitress, happy to see the reaction on the Italian's face. His German was happy to see it too. Ludwig knew that wine like this was famous in Italy, and was more then eager to get it for his younger country.
Funny how it went from Ludwig getting a pain in his temples whenever Feliciano came around to make him happy. But, now that they were dating, it was he himself who wanted to please Italy. Everything was quite the opposite now, but at least they were both happy.
The two employees left, leaving the couple to their wine. Ludwig held his glass up, tilting it slightly.
"To us," he whispered softly, smiling the whole time. "May our odd, yet beautiful, relationship last until our final breaths."
Ludwig could be romantic too... in his own, cheesy way.
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 2, 2010 18:57:00 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} It seemed as Ludwig had not made up his mind yet, as the only answered he received to his question was an indecisive hum. Feliciano just smiled again. He didn't mind how long it took for him to choose. The more time they spent here, the better. Or at least, it wouldn't be hurting anyone or anything to take their time with their dinner date.
He decided to try and find the dish he had been thinking about earlier again. He couldn't even remember what the meat was. The only thing he could remember was that it was very delicious, and seemed to be very popular with all the other diners. But without even the slightest clue to use, it was practically impossible to find.
Sighing and giving up, he closed his menu and sat it down again at his side; it looked like he was just going to copy from what Ludwig ordered, after all. Not that he minded in the slightest. He saw the waitress coming over to their table again to take their order. Feliciano remained quiet, only smiling politely in a cute way, as he waited for his lover to order first, and then he would order for himself.
But he was a little surprised to see the blonde suddenly grab the waitress down close to himself. Seeing this made the Italian sit up a bit straighter in his seat, a confused look on his face with just a hint of jealousy twinkling in his eyes. He watched but said nothing, noticing that he was whispering to her about something. He didn't want to think about what it was that he was saying, that had to be kept a secret from him, so he just waited.
When the waitress had finally left, the boy turned his attention away. Maybe it hadn't been as he thought it was, at first. She had wrote down something on her pad, which was a huge clue that Ludwig must have been up to something. Feeling a little relieved now, Feliciano smiled to him, not wanting to let him know how he had felt just now. He felt something warm land on his hand on the table, and nodded. He couldn't help but blush a bit now. "Okay."
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A few moments later, Ludwig and Feliciano were engaged in a conversation about their family; particularly their stupid older brothers. Though from hearing the blonde's stories about the things his brother Gilbert put him through on almost a regular basis, his own older brother was nothing compared.
He was having so much fun, just sitting here and talking. There could no better sign of true love. He was enjoying himself just with talking. It seemed impossible for a person like himself, but it was possible when he was with the right person. Their conversation had to come to an end when he noticed out of the corner of his eye the waitress coming back to their booth again. But she did not have food with her, which the boy found odd.
Instead, there was a waiter walking behind her now this time, too, holding what looked like... a wine bottle? Feliciano stared, completely speechless, as the drinks were poured for both him and Ludwig. He watched the dark red liquid fill his glass, then glanced over to the German across from him. He knew exactly what kind of wine this was; it was famous from where he was from. And also pretty expensive. Though that's the price you payed for one of the highest qualities in the world.
Once they were alone again, he continued to look down at the bottom of his glass. Feliciano shook his head softly, a look of disbelief on his face. "...Now I know you're spoiling me..." He gave a pathetic smile while trying to hold back tears. He wanted to cry loudly and obnoxiously as he normally did, but just wept silently instead. He smiled and nodded. Ludwig was really romantic. Even more than he could ever be. He was sure of it.
Picking up his glass, the Italian forced his eyes open just long enough to be able to tap his glass with Ludwig's. All the while he was sniffling softly to not draw any attention to their table. A swirling mix of emotions had caused the tears; though they were not unhappy ones in the slightest. "Y-yes... I hope... that things like this will never change... I hope we can stay like this, together, and even longer than that..."
He really loved Ludwig from the bottom of his heart, with all of his heart. He took a small sip of the wine. The taste was so sweet and smooth. Exactly as it should have been. He wiped a few tears from his cheeks and smiled once more. "It's good..."
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Post by Belarus on Jul 5, 2010 17:47:15 GMT -5
[Because of some family problems, Italy-sama will not be able to reply for a few days.]
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 5, 2010 22:30:53 GMT -5
Oh... I hope everything is okay... I'll just wait for her to return then.
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Post by Italy on Jul 7, 2010 10:41:14 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} Watching him return the toast, and reply with his own words, made Ludwig's heart burst with emotion. He had Feliciano crying? He couldn't help but feel bad. But, then he thought about it... was it because he was doing all of this for him? Were they tears of happiness? He slowly smiled, and sipped his wine as well, letting the cool wine slip down his throat.
Mmmm.... It was good! He rocked the glass a bit, and watched the wine move with the simple motion, before taking another sip. This was really nice, and he hoped his Italian boy was enjoying it too.
But then, he decided to start another conversation.... one that which he would be teasing Feliciano a bit.
"So," he began, leaning in and smiling. "I noticed, when I was whispering to the waitress, that you had this look on your face. You seemed unhappy... were you jealous?" A soft chuckle tingled his throat as he took the younger male's hands into his. "I could tell too. Is she really that pretty?" He wanted to have a little harmless fun and stir up Italy's heart a bit. Which, it was working. From his hands, he could feel the brunette's pulse going wild. It made him smile, but also at the same time, feel sort of.... complete, and happy.
Did Feliciano really care about him that much? To be jealous when he simply pulled a waitress to whisper a secret that was for him? He realized, finally, that there was someone in this world, with a heart, that cared about him. Truly, truly cared about him. It made him feel warm and filled his emptiness with love. This was a wonderful feeling.
Slowly, Ludwig let go of his lover's hands, and stood up. From there, he slowly walked around and slipped in the same booth seat as Feliciano. Pulling him close by the waist, Ludwig then kissed him on the forehead. He was warm, and tears still stained his perfect cheeks. So, he slowly kissed away what left a trail, and looked into his eyes while his glistened and gleamed with emotion.
"You really are sweet, Feliciano..." he whispered, seeming so out of character then his usual yelling, bustling self. But, then again, he has been this way since they were together, so it was to be expected by now. "I love you."
((THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WAITING!! *glomp*))
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 7, 2010 14:13:17 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Watching Ludwig take a sip of his own glass of wine, the Italian wondered if he would like it or not. Surely he must have had wine at least once before, but nothing like this. Plus, wine was so much different than beer, so he was worried it would clash with the German's preferred tastes. But he was happy to see the look on his face that showed that he was enjoying it. It made the boy feel proud somehow.
He took another drink of his and then placed it down at his side, making sure it wouldn't be in the way to accidentally knock over if he started to become careless again. Feliciano turned his attention back to the blonde when he heard him break the silence again. He just smiled and listened, until he realized what he was talking about. Then the smile faded and was replaced with a pout. His cheeks started to glow red and his eyes watered up once again. He thought that Ludwig hadn't noticed that, but now he knew that he had.
He felt a little ashamed for getting so jealous over something like that. Now that he thought about it, it was just a simple gesture. Nothing to worry that his lover was cheating on him about. But he had found himself really disliking it either way. Squeezing his hands a little, the boy shook his head. "It's not if she's pretty... I'm just worried if you'd like someone else other than me..." He confessed softly.
He now knew there was nothing to be jealous about. But it seemed he had just let his emotions get ahead of him before rational thinking could kick in. It was always that way with him, after all. Closing his eyes and turning his head away, more tears started to slip down his cheeks. "I'm sorry..." Feliciano felt he had to apologize. It was probably troublesome to have a lover who got jealous easily.
Not that he was going to be so possessive that he wouldn't let Ludwig get near any other man, or woman for that matter, other than himself from now on. He would never do such a thing. And he couldn't. He just couldn't stand the thought of losing the German. Especially to someone else. Feeling the other hand leaving his own, he looked up and saw Ludwig walking over to his side of the booth now. The boy was a little confused about what he was up to now, but understood when he sat next to him and pulled him close. He pressed himself against his chest, weeping a few more silent tears until they were all kissed away and finally stopped. He looked up into the blondes eyes.
Now he really knew how foolish he had been worrying so much. Ludwig loved him. A lot. It was obvious that he did. He didn't even need to question it any more at this point. If he didn't care for him so much, would he be doing all of this right now for him? The answer was so obvious and plain to see. Feliciano's heart swelled at those three words. They brought another smile to his face. He loved to hear the German's hushed voice speaking to him when they were so close like this. He could almost forget about that world around them, if only for a few minutes. "I love you, too, Ludwig..." He slowly reached up and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.
[Wah! -is glomped and falls over- Don't worry about it! n//n]
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Post by Italy on Jul 7, 2010 20:26:44 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} Feeling warm, soft tears hit his shirt, Ludwig slowly began to worry again. Why was he crying? He hoped they were tears of joy. Then, when Feliciano replied back with, "I love you too, Ludwig..." and a kiss, he instantly felt his heart twist with happiness. He returned the kiss, not caring if anyone else saw. They were being quiet, so why couldn't they share a kiss for a moment or two? He deepened the lip-lock, slowly wrapping his arms around the Italian's waist and pulling him all the more closer, if it was even possible at this point.
Pulling away, he smiled at the younger country's reaction. It was rather cute, if he didn't say so himself. Rubbing his chin, he stood up and returned to his side of the booth, where he was able to get a fine look at the adorable male across from him. Feliciano really was something else, thinking that the German could be persuaded by anyone else at this point. He chuckled. He was Feliciano's and Feliciano's only, nothing could ever change that.
"Were you waiting too long, gentleman?" A familiar voice asked. Looking up, Ludwig laid eyes on the waitress, who had a platter placed in one hand. My, the plate was huge! He could only imagine. "Here you go!" She sat the plate down, and pulled the protective top off of the meal. Ludwig smiled, he hoped Feliciano would like it.
There, on the plate, a hot serving of pasta sat in the middle of the table. Thick, white sauce covered the top of it, and some sort of meat was topping it off. It smelled wonderful, and the waitress had put two orders together as one big one, like he had requested.
"Thank you, miss," Ludwig replied with a smile, and the waitress simply nodded before skipping back off into the kitchen. Looking up at the Italian, he could only smile more when the sparkle in his eye seemed to light up his whole face. Feli really was passionate about food. It didn't bother him! "Like it?" he asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. Picking up his silverware, he took a forkful of pasta, and silently slurped it. He blushed, it was amazing! This restaurant wasn't known to be fancy just for nothing!
"Wow..." he whispered. "This is good...!" He was at lost for words... and it was only food! He smiled when he saw his Italian dig into the dinner, happy that he was just as hungry as he was. He continued eating, not wanting to start a conversation while Italy was enjoying himself...
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After dinner, he finished his glass of wine, and paid the bill in full. It wasn't as bad as expected, which made him even more relieved. Walking out, he slowly took the Italian's hand into his, and began walking down the street with him. The moon was high in the sky. It was really that late? He'd check the time when they got home.
As they walked, he noticed how the light from the evening moon glistened off of Feliciano's perfect body. His hair, his skin, even his subtle curves, though covered by clothing, seemed to shape the material to fit his innocent self. Staring at him, the German swallowed hard, his throat suddenly seeming dry. Then, a familiar feeling came, sending all blood rushing south. He was needy again?! Well, with a body like Feli's, you can't help but get a little aroused from a glance.
Ludwig scooped him up into his arms the moment they reached the front door, kissing him passionately and pulling the tie loose from around the younger country's neck. Guilt burned his insides, how could he just screw Italy's brains out earlier that day, let him sleep, gorge him with food, and then want to suck him off again? Sure, any man wouldn't mind that. But, to Italy, it probably was seen as a good time while it happened, but then see it as wasting quality time while he slept. He only felt ashamed. But, lust hazed his already blurring vision, and he could only think about making the cow-licked male happy.
By the time Ludwig had Feliciano upstairs, he had been stripped down to only his boxers, a trail of the Italian's clothes leading up to the bedroom, starting at the back door. Her kissed and nipped at skin, wanting so bad to hear Italy call his name. He gently rubbed his fingertips against the tight bulge in Feli's boxers, and he finally stopped. The guilt was too much to bare, and so he slowly sat Feliciano down, and stared at him. Did he really want this again? Or, was he so blinded by his own lust, he would completely ignore the brunette's wants to get his own? He shook his head, that wasn't right.
"I'm sorry, Feliciano..." Ludwig replied, finally speaking since they arrived back at the house. "I-I'm being selfish.... y-you probably don't want to do this." But, he seemed to already have made the younger male horny. He couldn't just leave him like that. It would only cause even more guilt! So, with a compromise thought up, the German sank down to Italy's lower half, and peeled the underwear from his supple skin. "A-after this, unless you really want it, I won't touch you, okay? I'll only do it from now on, if you want me to..." With that, he slowly licked the tip of the throbbing member, rubbing his muscular fingers over the innocent skin.
((You're so kind!! TTUTT))
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Peter Kirkland
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Jul 7, 2010 22:48:44 GMT -5
{name:Feliciano Vargas#|#picture:0} Smiling even as the kiss ended and Ludwig returned to his side of the table, Feliciano now no longer felt sad in the slightest. Though he hadn't said anything, he knew everything that he needed to know by just that one, simple action. Their hearts belonged to each other and no one else. Nothing, no one, would ever be able to change that. And he was so happy that he could be assured it would stay that way forever more. The Italian took in a deep breath of air and then slowly let it out to calm himself.
He was crying so much today. He wondered if his eyes were puffy. If he looked worn out. Though they had only just recently left the house for the first time today when it was nearly over, they had still done so much in such a short amount of time. At least, by his perspective, they had. The German seemed to normally have more busier days than this one, but he hoped it was a nice little vacation of sorts then. To just take some time off and relax and let off some stress. Since he knew how stressed he could get.
Before yesterday, Feliciano himself had probably been the main source of it! But he was just happy to know that now he could take away all the stress he had given him, and replace it with love and care instead. Something positive. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a voice. He had not realized that he had been staring into Ludwig's eyes for several moments now, until the waitress had come back with their food. He saw the plate and was quite surprised to see how large it was. Much larger than he remembered the meal he had here before coming on. And of course the mystery of what it was that they were actually having had still not been solved yet. But now he would find out.
He watched as the top was removed from the plate, and what lay underneath it really surprised the Italian yet. "Pasta!?" Yes! Surely, right in front of him now, was a plate of some very delicious looking pasta! Feliciano looked from the plate then up at Ludwig, then back down again and back up. He was completely lost for words. First wine and now pasta? The sauce that was covering it... Was that fettuccine!? He was struck awe at what he saw. "O-of course I like it...!"
Yes. He really did love his pasta after all. All kinds, all sauces, all cheeses. He loved it all. Though he really hadn't been expecting for Ludwig to order it, and for the both of them. He wondered if he would like it that much. It seemed he didn't care for pasta that much, so he waited for him to take the first bite. He would have felt bad if it turned out he didn't care for it. He didn't want him to eat something he didn't like. The boy waited to see how it would fare. Hearing the blonde exclaim that it was good sent a wave of relief over him and he sighed happily.
"I'm so glad you like it!" He picked up his own fork and began to eat. He had to agree; this was most delicious! "Mm~!" He couldn't help but let of moan of happiness pass through his lips as he savored the flavor. He could almost dare say that this was the best meal he had ever had! And that was saying something! But he was sure what made the pasta extra yummy was because he was sharing it with Ludwig.
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With the meal now all eaten up and safely in their bellies, it was, almost regrettably, time to leave the restaurant. Feliciano was again surprised to see how much time had passed since they first went in to eat. Now the sun was completely gone and the moon had taken its place in the sky. There were so many stars out tonight. More than he thought he had seen the previous nights before. This really had been the perfect day. No doubt about it.
He kept himself close to the German as they walked hand in hand. He couldn't wait to get back to his home where it seemed like he would be spending the night again. If Ludwig didn't mind that, of course. Feeling full and satisfied, there was probably not much else for the both of them to do but settle down for the night and get ready for bed. Though he wasn't all that tired just yet. The boy hummed softly to himself as he marched along. And before he knew it, they were on Ludwig's front step once more. He was expecting the both of them to just go inside, but then found himself swiftly picked up into the blonde's arms instead and being kissed.
It surprised Feliciano at first, and he wondered what could have made him so in the mood, but he didn't mind. It was sort of cute. He giggled softly to himself and allowed himself to be carried inside the house and up the stairs; losing an article of clothing every few feet until he only had his boxers on left by the time they got the bedroom. He was already turned on by now, but able to hide it better than the German could. He moaned out, letting off a few soft pants as well, feeling his body start to heat up and that horrible, yet wonderful feeling. He was ready to do this all over again for... what? The fourth time already? He had already lost count. But that didn't matter.
Feliciano squirmed around in his grasp, feeling the anticipation building more and more until he was sat down on the bed instead. He opened his eyes, seeing Ludwig looking at him with a very serious look on his face all of a sudden. A look like he was doubting something. It scared the boy for a split second, until he realized why. He smiled and just shook his head. He was so worried that he didn't want any of this, when it was obvious that he did. If his body language wasn't evidence enough, then maybe he had to start using his voice more instead.
The Italian gasped out as both tongue and fingers made contact to his sensitive, swollen head. He moaned out and arched his back that he loved it. Reaching a hand down, he placed it on top of Ludwig's head, giving him more encouragement. "L-Ludwig... I do w-want this... If I didn't... I would have told you to stop already..." Feliciano took in a sudden breath as a sensitive spot was hit. "I love doing this with you... I know you have wants and needs, and... Ahh! ...I want to take care of those for you... I want you to always touch me... You don't need permission to ask every time... I want you to touch me how you want to, whenever you want to, for as long as you want until you're s-satisfied."
[Nah! I'm not! I just really enjoy roleplaying with you! I don't mind having to wait if something else comes up! n.n Also, was I the only one thinking about that dinner scene from The Lady and the Tramp? With the spaghetti. I was so thinking that would happen to Ludwig and Feli by accident...]
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Post by Italy on Jul 8, 2010 11:19:45 GMT -5
{name:Ludwig#|#picture:1} As much as he wanted.... whenever he wanted? It seemed like he was spoiling the German male. But, he didn't seem to mind. He nodded softly against his hand, and continued on, sucking and tenderly nipping at the hard, throbbing flesh. It wasn't about making him satisfied, it was about Feliciano being satisfied.
With a swift movement, Ludwig had the younger country on his knees, and the blonde was under him. Sucking thoroughly, he made sure to get all of Italy's sweet spots, to touch every soft piece of skin he knew would get the most out of him. And, with the way they were positioned, it was easy for Ludwig to slip a lubricated finger into Feli's backside. He gently pushed and prodded, knowing how sensitive this spot was for him still. He hoped that the tender blow job would contrast the pain and ensure great pleasure instead.
Then, with a gentle push, he allowed Italy to rest on his stomach while he kept going. He knew, for a fact, that Italy would end up buckling under all of the feelings, and collapse. He didn't want that! And, besides, the warmth of the light Italian atop of him made his insides turn to wonderful mush.
As he continued, he slowly began to imagine what it would be like if the tables were turned, and he was at Feliciano's whim. What would it feel like to be pleased by someone else for once? Not that he minded doing this to his Italian. Infact, it was quite the opposite feeling. But, he's always desperately yearned for another person's touch. But, why would he ruin such a perfect moment with needs like that?
However, he was too into that thought now, and he felt his pants slowly begin to tightened once more. Like he's never had this problem before....
He tried his hardest not to moan. He could withstand it, right? Right? That didn't last long, though, and he slowly let out a low, husky moan around Feliciano's manhood, which seemed to take him over the edge.
Warm, familiar liquid filled his mouth, and he happily swallowed it. It was like a honeybee taking sweet nectar from a flower, he thought.
((Sorry... Writer's block just happened to strike while I was typing this up!! QAQ I'm depending on you to cure that for me!! *glomps for the third time* And, do you get the position I put the two in? o3o
And, that Lady and the Tramp idea is mega cute<3 I never thought about that~ ^^))
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