GerIta--Let us~

Part 12- Mushy and Fluffy

Ludwig shot up from bed, realizing quickly that it was only a dream. Just in case, he took a glance to his right, and Feliciano was there. He smiled softly and sighed happily. He got up on his feet, and got his day clothes on. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair, the usual routine. He ran a hand through his silky, blond hair and looked at the clock in the main room. Only 5:30; he was used to being woken up early. He yawned slightly, and grabbed his small novel from the desk. He began reading it, and soon made it to the end of it around 9:00. He checked the clock again, and made a glass of tea. Jasmine, to be precise. He walked into the bedroom to check on Feliciano after a few slow minutes, and saw the Italian spread out on the bed. He had kicked the blankets off, and grabbed a pillow to drool on. Ludwig looked at him awkwardly, shook his head, and went to retrieve his tea. Feliciano, on the other hand, began to let his mind wander. His thoughts drifted off as he slowly woke up.

Ludwig is so tall...he's like 7 centimeters taller than I am. He is also really strong. I wonder if I could look like that...I wonder if his natural hair colour is blond... I know mine has always been brown. I wonder if he has a soft spot, like my curl. He doesn't seem to, but maybe it's just not in his hair. I wonder if he's all squishy like I am...what if he is all muscle? What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if he's only helping me because he feels pity? What if he leaves me here? What if he forgets me? What if?

He woke up, rubbing a tired eye. He ran a hand through his brown hair quickly, before remembering...What if?! He stood up, and ran into the main living area, worriedly. Ludwig was almost calm, until Feliciano burst through the door, in only his underwear, "Do you like me?!?!" Feliciano half said, half panted. Ludwig took off his reading glasses and looked at him awkwardly. "Put on some pants, then I'll think about it." Feliciano took that almost as a 'yes', but he still had hope. He slipped on a pair of sweatpants and ran back. "So?" he asked, wide eyed. The German looked up at him, and smiled a bit. "What do you think?" he asked, and winked. Feliciano, not understanding he meant yes, flipped out and ran back into the bedroom. He took off his shorts; for some reason when he had no clothes on, he felt better.

He began crying hysterically, with only a pillow covering him. He sniffed in, and tried to stop, before clenching the pillow in his hands and bawling even louder. He looked up and....

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