This is the last chapter! I've had so much fin writing this story thankyou all so much for your support I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.

I'll be writing my Prumano story that runs along side this 'Player vs Player' as soon as possible.

Ludwig forced a wide smile onto his face as he walked into Feliciano's dressing room, not that he wasn't happy, he just always had a hard time showing it.

"Happy birthday," he cooed loudly from the doorway, holding out the tray that held food, flowers and a small present.

Feliciano looked up from his seat, letting out a small gasp and a squeak, tapping his feet on the ground and holding his hands out, "Oh Ludwig!" he squealed as the older man walked into the room, "I thought you were coming tomorrow?"

Ludwig shook his head, "I came early, I couldn't let myself miss something this important, it's not every day a man turns 30."

Feliciano scoffed, taking the tray from him, "Don't talk about that Ludwig you're making me feel old. What did you get me?" He looked over the tray at the array of breakfast food, he picked up the small bunch of flowers and sniffed them, humming softly and smiling. "They're so nice," he added softly.

"Open your present," he instructed, crossing his arms as he watched the younger man, he knew he wanted to and was just being polite by busying himself with the flowers first.

Feliciano giggled and ripped open the pearly white paper and opened the bow below, gasping and giggling at the present inside, "Oh Ludwig it's so nice!" he pulled out the silver watch and inspected it, smiling, "…You can see the insides," he said in awe, "I love it so much." He smiled softly as he looked up at him, reaching out to pull him into a kiss. "I love you," he said quietly.

"I love you too," Ludwig replied, pulling away, "When does the concert start?"

"About half an hour," Feliciano said, still smiling and admiring his watch. He perked up quickly, "Wait what about Gianna?! Where is she?"

"The neighbours are looking after her," Ludwig explained, "She's a cat Feli, she can handle a few days without her papa."

Feliciano let out a small sad squeak, "I thought you brought her, I got excited."

Ludwig shook his head, "I thought the concert would freak her out, cats have sensitive ears, you know how freaked out she gets at the fire alarm."

"I wouldn't take her out during the concert," Feliciano said with a whine.

Ludwig smiled and kissed him again, "When are Romano and Gilbert getting here, I called my brother but no one answered."

"They're in Romano's dressing room," Feli said, smiling, "Don't go in though, they've not seen each other in two months, it's kind of disgusting in there."

Ludwig let out a small chuckle, "…Remember when we used to be like that?" he asked softly.

The Italian man frowned, "We still are," he protested, "If I was ever gone for that long we would be all over each other and you know it."

"But you never leave anymore," Ludwig sniped playfully.

Feliciano shrugged, cocking his head slightly, "You never want me to."

Ludwig huffed and smiled, "Eat your food," he said softly.

He sat and watched the younger man begin to eat, smiling, he loved that Feliciano never left, it was so comforting to know there was someone to come home to, someone to curl up next to at night.

Feliciano had been gone almost two weeks for this 'final tour' of his, he'd not sung professionally in almost 10 years, for the past couple of weeks he'd sung every night, it was taking its toll and it was obvious, the small cracks in his voice when he talked and the small pauses he took.

He knew it was a dream of his, so he wouldn't point out the obvious effect it was having on his health, he'd always talked about doing one last tour, so Ludwig had arranged it as a birthday present.

The best birthday present ever.

But Ludwig had missed him, even though it'd only been two weeks. He wanted to pick the man up and fuck him into next week, never stop kissing him, hug him and never let him go.

He felt like a needy puppy.

When did he become so dependent on him..?

He smiled after a moment, reminding himself that he'd always been dependent on him, before he'd even set eyes on him.

"I love you," he said softly, his eyes still set on the younger man, admiring his still slim frame, how well his dark suit fit him, hugging him in all the right places, he'd seen him in it before, it made his arse look fantastic, hid his slightly-less-than-tight stomach and gave his muscles more definition than they had in real life…

The Italian hadn't put as much work into keeping his appearance as Ludwig had, though he needed his looks for his job, Feliciano as an at-home artist did not, and he didn't get as much opportunity for exercise, as much as Ludwig pushed him to make time.

Feliciano smiled back at him, licking the jam off his lips and blushing at the look Ludwig was giving him, "I love you too," he cooed back.

"You look so good," the German continued, his voice soft and sweet.

Feliciano's blush deepened and he let out a small giggle, "Thank you," he cooed, "You look better though," he added.

Ludwig shook his head, smiling and leaning in slightly, his elbows on his knees, "Feliciano, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen."

The man giggled again, squirming in his seat, "Ludwig, stop it," he smiled, "You're going to make me horny if you keep talking like that and we don't really have time for sex."

Ludwig nodded, "I know," he said weakly, "But I've rented a hotel room for tonight, so you won't have to stay in the van, and I've asked for them to have chocolates and champagne in the room when we get there."

Feliciano smiled widely, letting out a small squeak; it sounded so perfect. "Thank you Ludwig," he cooed, "I can't wait."

They looked up at a knock, the dark wood door opening a moment later, Romano peeking his head in.

"Are you ready Feli? We've only got 10 minutes we've got to get on stage."

Feliciano nodded, smiling at his brother. He'd not seen him for almost a year before the tour, though they talked on the phone every day, and he was still coming to terms with how much he'd aged in the time; the stress of being a manager draining him.

"I'm ready Lovi," he said as he got to his feet, moving to kiss Ludwig before they left the room, Romano rolling his eyes automatically at his brother's display of affection, not that he himself was much better whenever Gilbert was in the room.

"I love you," the younger Italian cooed to his husband, "You'll come and watch right?"

Ludwig nodded, "Of course," he said, running his hand down Feliciano's side, cupping his arse softly, "I love you."

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