"Please stay."

Ludwig paused, looking up at Alfred. This was a dance the two of them did every Saturday morning; always when Ludwig was getting dressed, annoyingly enough.

"Alfred," Ludwig said, pulling on his pants, "I have to go in, you know this."

Alfred rolled on his back, head hanging off the side of the bed. "Dude, your boss is crazy."

Ludwig raised an eyebrow. "I am my boss."

Alfred grinned. "Whoops." He slid off the bed slowly, groaning as he did so. "What're you even doing today, huh?"

Ludwig searched through their closet, looking for a shirt. "Well, I have to do paperwork—"

"You can do that on Monday!" Alfred protested from the floor.

"There's a meeting—"

"Have someone take notes for you! You've done it before. That guy…"

"Kiku?" Ludwig suggested, trying to find the tie that went with his shirt.

"Yeah! Have him take notes for you. You're the boss, after all." Alfred sat up, turning to face Ludwig.

"No."

Alfred sighed a great, large, sorrowful sigh. "That's it? That's all you're doing today?"

Ludwig looked at himself in the full length mirror, adjusting his tie. "I'm meeting clients from Greece today, as well."

Alfred let out another mournful sigh. "You don't love me," a smile played around the edges of his lips. "Look at you, leaving me," Alfred threw his head back, arm coming up to cover his eyes. "Allalone…"

Ludwig shrugged on his suit jacket. He walked over to Alfred and kissed him on top of the head, patting his cheek. "You'll live." He walked out the bedroom and shut the door, stomping down the stairs.

Alfred drooped back on the ground, sighing. The bedroom smelled like clean clothes and cologne. It was far too empty for a sleepy, Saturday morning.