GerIta--Let us~

Part 2- Coffee and Conversations

The Coffee shop was warm and inviting. The duo sat down at a table for two, and began to enjoy their hot coffee. "So," the German began. "Where are you from?" The Italian spoke without a second thought. "Italy!" he said. He thought he had spoken too loudly, as everyone in the room was staring. The German just smiled slightly, and ran a gloved hand through his blond hair.The Italian blushed at the gesture. He had a tickling feeling in his stomach, but he just thought it was because he had only ate breakfast that day.

After a short conversation, the young Italians' stomach began to rumble. He ordered some bread, and without thinking, gulped it down. Ludwig looked at him questioningly. " Someone was hungry, huh?" he chuckled. Feliciano tried to find it funny, but only managed a small laugh. "I don't get food nowadays." he said. "I dont have enough money. I don't even have a place to stay." The German felt quite bad for the younger one. He knew that Italy was currently in somewhat of a crisis, moneywise. He thought a bit. "You could stay at my home." he offered. The Italian hopped up in excitement, accidentally flipping the chair behind him. " Really? Oh that would be great!" He hopped up and down frantically.

"Calm down." Ludwig said. "You can stay if you like, just don't be as rambunctious." The Italian squealed softly with joy. After finishing their coffees, they made their way to Ludwig's house. After walking down a cobblestone road, they appeared upon a three-story house. It had white paint, with German-style, dark brown wood boards. Feliciano thought it looked grand. Ludwig walked up the small stone steps to the door, and unlocked it. The inside revealed an old-fashioned front living room. It had a large fireplace, lounge couch, library bookcase, and wood/glass coffee table. (This is what my front room looks like)

The Italian ran and plopped onto the lounger, which was a beautiful red. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "This is so comfly!" Ludwig smiled. "Danke. But this isn't exactly where you'll be staying." The Italians' heart sunk. "You, Feliciano, will be staying in one of the master bedrooms on the third floor." Feliciano's heart leaped with joy. "Do you have your things?" The German asked. The Italian ignored him, and darted up the stairs. Just to find himself in the most beautiful hall ever. And, on the right, the largest gathering of written literature ever, or, the Grand Library.

I will make more^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^But it's bedtime! =p