Helloz!:) chapter 3:) ((I would have yesterday but our wifi was messed up)) Sooo here ya go:)
I do not own "why don't we just dance" by josh turner.
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Germany's P.O.V.
When I got home, the first thing I did was sit down. Now, normally, I wasn't this lazy when I got home. Any other day, I would clean up when I first got home or in some cases I would go for a run or lift weights. But I lately I haven't been getting near enough enough sleep and when I do it's either a dreamless sleep or a hellacious nightmare, so I think I have a right to be a little lazy.
Sitting down and being lazy was a luxury beyond a doubt. I would normally be up to my eyes with work, but today everything is caught up and that's a great thing. I begin to let my thoughts wander over several topics: weather, plans for the week, food, Feliciano. Feli was always on my mind, whether it was worrying about him or just casually keeping in my thoughts. First I worry about his nightmares. I don't enjoy seeing him upset or scared, and it was my unspoken duty to protect him.
Speak of the Devil, he twirls into the room with his earbuds in, blasting some song I've never heard. It sounded like some sort of country western song, one from America obviously. He swayed and danced all around the room, mouthing the words with the happy smile on his face. I stare at him, hearing the music from how loud it was, and I had a smile on my face too. He looked absolutely adorable.
Feli grabs my hand, and being much stronger than I thought, he pulls me up and he starts to sing out loud while he dances me around me around the room. "Well it might be me but the way I see it the whole wide world has gone craaaaaazzyyyyy! So baby why don't we just dance down the hall baby straight up the stairs! Bouncing off the walls and floating on air baby! Why don't we just dance?" He finished and gave me a little twirl and we were back at he couch. He lets me go and I sit back down. He gives me a big smile and waltzes his way into the kitchen.
He's making me go soft again. He is such a precious being and he is too good for this cruel world which has indeed gone crazy. I feel the need to protect and coddle him and I've never felt that way before about anyone. It's a new feeling that it totally foreign to me. He makes me feel weird, makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy, and I could just get lost in those caramel brown eyes that never seem to be open. He is making me feel insane! "MEIN GOTT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!"
Unbeknownst to me, he had turned his music down 5 seconds before I decided to yell out my problems. He walks over to me and puts his hand on my shoulder before saying "Ludwig, are you alright?" I look over to him with a face redder than the Switzerland flag. I swallow hard, stand up straight and out a smile on. "Yes Feli I'm fine. Thank you." He takes his hand off my shoulder and smiles back to me. He then looks me up and down and smiles devilishly, then he goes on to say "You sure are. Fine as hell." And if my face could've gotten any redder, it would have. He gives me a tiny wink as he walks back into the kitchen.
I am still staring off into space when I hear him ask, "hey Luddy, what would you like for me to make for dinner tonight?" I snap out of my daze to look over to him and say "I will make dinner tonight. You deserve a break from it. You can rest if you want. I'll get you when it's done." I smile at him and he returns the gesture. He puts one earbud back in and says "alright. Thank you Luddy. This is really sweet of you." And he goes back to his music and starts his way back up the stairs. I smile to myself and get started.
((Italy's P.O.V.))
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I had called Ludwig "fine as hell" and my face was still red from it. My goodness that took so much bravery. I saw the opportunity and I took it. I begin to think about him. And I don't mean like memories, no. I think about all the little details. About how his nose crinkles up when he laughs, how his hair looks in the morning, every ridge in those blessed muscles that I just wish I could run my hands over. About how he always looks so perfect in that uniform of his. About how he hugs me when I get scared, he holds me gently and warmly in those big strong arms. I could draw him with no reference because that beautiful face was forever burned into my memory. And I think I will do just that. I open up my desk drawer and take out my old sketchbook I've had forever. I grab the closest pencil and sharpen it, and I begin to draw.
I draw the body frame, then the head, then the face, clothes, hair, and details. As I am drawing those deep cobalt eyes he has, I can almost feel myself getting lost in them as I always do. I can almost feel those strong arms as my pencil glides over the paper. I can hear his faint laughter as I draw his lips. God, those lips. I shade and darken up a few lines, and I step back and look at it as a whole.
It looks as if I was looking at an old black and white picture of him. I could stare at this picture for hours on end and they would turn into minutes. Speaking of, I looked over to my clock on my side table, and an hour had passed by. I smiled to myself and wondered when Ludwig would be done with dinner. I wondered if he needed any help, and was going to go see when I heard a knock at my door. I slid my sketchbook under my blanket and opened up my door. He was standing there smiling with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. "Dinner is ready downstairs" I smiled back at him "alright. I will be down in a bit." He nodded and went back downstairs. I trailed down the stairs after him after putting my sketchbook away.
When I got down there, I open my eyes and look at him. "Hey Luddy look! My eyes are open." He looks over at me and puts his hand on my cheek. "A beautiful caramel brown. Just as I remember." And he smiles largely after that. I blush wildly and smile up at him.
I smell the air. Well that's strange... I look over at the stove. I could've sworn I smelled... "PASTAAAAAAAAA!!!!!~"
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Helloz! Awwh. Italy called Germany fine and Germany thinks Italy's eyes are pretty:)))) so sweet. Lol. Thanks for reading and comment if you have any suggestions or comments! Thank you and remember to smile!!! -kaylee
