Feli's P.O.V
It had been a long car ride back home, not to mention it was crammed because of extra guest. To keep everyone comfortable, I had to ride on Ludwig's lap. I was a bit embarrassed but the embarassment flashed quickly and left. I was absolutely fine now, in fact, I had just woken up from a deep slumber.
The drive back was smooth, no bumps in the round or arguments to awaken me. Ludwig nudged me when we arrived at the gates so I could stretch and exit immediately. We were the first ones off after all and after a long car ride, no one wants to be stalled in the car even longer than they have already been.
When I stepped out, my lungs expanded. They collected all the fresh air that was offered and I did a victory dance. It was so nice and refreshing to be out in the wild. We left the military base by boarding the limo inside the garage. Not even an ounce of oxygen from the outside world hit me. Not even an ounce. Which was probably why I was so happy now!
"Veeeeeeeee!" I cheered, running around in circles of pure bliss. The others stared at me but continued on with their stretching. This isn't the weirdest they've seen so I can't blame them.
"Feli, come, help carry your luggage! I'm carrying enough as it is!" Ludwig pleaded, clad in luggage bags all over. They left my poor, unfortunate, German to do all the handiwork. I wasn't going to abandon him now!
"I can take more than my own! Give me half!"
"No way, you'll collapse!"
"Do I look like a noodle of pasta?"
"No but you taste better than one..."
"Ah! Not here! That's for the bedroom and the bedroom only! What happens there, stays there!" Loading my upper limbs with bags and straps, I fluster in shame. He had the upper hand when he talked about our sex life because I'm far too submissive for my own good.
I should try being dominant, if I could ever find a way to restrict Ludwig and keep him from attacking me. Fat chance of that ever happening. He'd probably break through the ropes or something. Antonio had noticed that we were still struggling to get to the door and he graciously held it open for the two of us. I greeted the Spaniard with a quick thanks as I bustled through. The bags were slipping and it would be best to drop them onto carpet. When they did slip, I simply left them there, Ludwig needed my help and we can make a second round if we need to, there's no rush.
And just as I said, we made two rounds. Everyone was rejoined to their beloved traveling bag and all was well because Ludwig and I aren't the air port- which loses at least one bag per flight...
"It feels so good to be home, please don't go yet, all of you have to stay for dinner. I'll make it myself! You'll love it, but it's a surprise so I can't tell you!" I state happily, shattering the odd silence from before. With much more persistent convincing, I manage to win the better of the fight and every one agrees to stay.
All of them offered to help.
Lovi offered to make Vargas family recipe, I turned him down.
Gilbert offered assistance because his awesomeness would make the food better, I turned him down.
Kiku offered help because he was one of the servants and it would be improper to let me do it alone, I turned him down.
Yao offered to help because he thought his advanced cooking skills would come in handy, I turned him down.
Ludwig offered his help because he wanted to do it as a couple, I turned him down too.
Ivan understood that I was going to reject everyone and simply didn't ask, which I was grateful for. After everyone finally settled down and agreed not to peek in or help, I trudged into the kitchen, head held high.
Unfortunately, all of the maids refused to allow me to cook with my own hands, own style, own anything. I had to get mean and shouted at every single one of them while waving a white flour bag at them. Surprisingly, they fled in fear.
That's right, fear the flour bag.
After all distractions were exterminated, I set to work on the special meal. I was going to prepare my, one of a kind, pasta! It was better than a 5-star chief's pasta because they simply disregarded the meal.
Not a lot of people actually care about the food they're cooking, that's why my pasta beats out all the rest. I love and adore the meal. That's the only reason why it turns out so well! Not to mention, I picked up this recipe from my grandfather. And he, was the best, undiscovered, chief the world will ever have.
After hours of preparing, cooking, and cooling, I brought the pasta out on a tray. It was all placed proportionally equal in bowls of silver. Along with the bowls, I brought an extra pot filled with backup pasta, just in case anyone wanted seconds. My most favorite part of the surprise though was the chocolate cake at the bottom of the tray, masked from anyone who might crave it.
When I arrived, everyone's mood brightened and they immediately dove for the pasta. They ate it faster than any animal I've ever watched. They all ate two servings, even Kiku who was at first too shy to ask.
Just as the night was settling and all food to have been served out, I brought out the chocolate fudge cake. This cake was certainly a most pleasant surprise, we all each had a slice and celebrated the night.
"Pssssst, Feli!" Ludwig called out to me.
"Yes, mi amore," I replied.
"Thank you for the meal, it was great, after everyone leaves make sure you come to our room, I have a special surprise for you and only you."
"If you say so," chuckling at the happy look that shone through his eyes. His hand rested upon my own, and for the first time, it was his thumb that brushed over my knuckles comfortingly.
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GerIta ; My Type Of Luck, Is No Luck
Fanfiction(((((EDITING IN PROGRESS))))) Luck has never been on Feliciano Vargas's side. It wasn't there for him when his brother, Loviano, and him were kidnapped, it wasn't there for him when he was sold off to become a prostitute, and it wasn't there for h...
