Ludwig Beilschmidt had never been to Italy.

Or, rather, he had never been with Feliciano Vargas, his pure northern Italian friend who loved pasta and cats more than anything. Germany had a sneaking suspicion that Feliciano that he himself was one of those things that the Italian loved, but he was too confused and embarrassed to ask him.

Anyways, Feliciano had been begging him to go with him ever since Kiku Honda, their more reserved Japanese ally and friend, had gone with him. When the quiet nation came back from Italy, he raved for days about the lovely country, and even acted like an Italian, much to Ludwig's dismay. It had taken some time, but he finally agreed to go, only weeks before today.

Which is how he ended up tired and slightly perturbed in the Gare de Nord train station Paris with one small suitcase, two small backpacks, and a sleepy Italian, who decided to make the trip up to Germany so that he wouldn't be alone on the train to Italy.

Both nations were tired from the day. They had decided to catch a later train so that they could enjoy France's lovely city (while trying to avoid Francis himself). They had crêpes under the Eiffel Tower, walked around Notre Dame, and hit all the major hotspots of the city of love. Ludwig had to admit, Feliciano was very cute running around and having fun with him.

But now, the blond had his mind set on making it to Italy. Luckily, they had gotten through security easily, and their train was right on time. He was also lucky because Feliciano was starting to move slower once they got the platform, which he knew from years of training meant that the Italian was close to collapsing and having a nap. Once they were on the train and seated, Feli fell asleep, with his head resting on the German's shoulder.

With his reading glasses perched on his nose and a book in his hand, Ludwig was quite comfortable, and didn't mind the Italian's head on his muscular shoulder. He almost didn't notice the Italian stir softly.

"Ludwig?" the smaller country asked softly.

"Ja? What is it?" he replied, looking over. The Italian smiled wider than his usual smile.

"I'm glad you're visiting," he sighed. Ludwig's face warmed slighty, signaling a blush.

"Me too," he replied again, noticing that his friend went back to sleep.

14 hours and one car ride later, they arrived at Feli's house. The brunette unlocked and pushed open the door, letting Ludwig in. It was quite early in the morning, and both countries were tired.

"You can either sleep on the couch or sleep in my bed with me," Feliciano yawned, not really caring which option he chose, but at the same time, slightly hoping that his German ally/crush would pick to sleep with him.

Which, of course, did not happen. The no nonsense country cleared off the surprisingly clean couch, and pulled a blanket he had brought from home up to his chin.

"Thank you, Feli," he said, closing his tired blue eyes. Feliciano nodded and smiled, staring longingly at him before heading down the hall to his own bedroom. He collapsed into bed, almost immediately falling asleep.