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My first GerIta story! I hope it's good. I seriously tried my best. Also, my first multi-chapter story. Ahaha, please tell me if it's bad! I'll try and fix it later~

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Ludwig sighed into the thick summer air as he leaned up further against his headboard. Wiping a small bead of sweat off his forehead, he leaned over to his side table, reaching for his glass of iced water. Finally, after piles and piles of paperwork did he eventually finish. Considering it wasn't too late into the evening, Ludwig slipped out of his usually uniform and stripped down to a black tank top and boxers. He fell down to his bed with a content, minuscule smile on his face and began reading, enjoying the peace and the pin drop silence of the night. Just as he was about to take a sip out of the glass did a scream break out into the house, one easily compared to one of a murder victims.

"Scheiße!" Ludwig swore as he felt the sickly cold liquid seep into his clothes. Suddenly there were footsteps, gaining speed as sobs were cried out. And all too quickly did Ludwig's door fling open, only to reveal Feliciano Vargas. Ludwig's roommate and best friend.

"Ludwig!" Feliciano wept as he threw himself at the drenched German. He nuzzled his cheek against the crook of Ludwig's neck, whimpering inaudible strings of Italian as he hugged the man to mere death.

"F-Feliciano, what is it? Did you really have to make so much noise at this time of night?"

"S-Sorry Luddy, b-but..." Feliciano detached himself far enough to look up into his friends eyes. Tears leaked pathetically at the corners of his chocolate brown eyes as his lip quivered and his cheeks flushed. Instantly he pulled back into the hug, mumbling into Ludwig's now wet shoulder. Ludwig sighed again. He really couldn't relax in his own house, could he?

"Did you have another nightmare again?" He asked smoothly as he awkwardly returned the hug, patting down Feliciano's wild hair in a attempt to calm the boy. Feliciano sniffed and nodded against his shoulder, seemingly refusing to talk about it anymore. With another tired sigh Ludwig directed themselves down back onto his bed. "Shush, stop crying" Ludwig started, rubbing small circles into his friends shivering back. "It was just a dream, ja?" Feliciano seemed to have not heard him as his sobs became louder and more frantic. The German tried his best to calm the boy down but it only appeared useless after several minutes of failed attempts. In the end, Ludwig was forced to hold him until he calmed down enough to talk.

After many more minutes of simply holding his friend, Ludwig peered down and to his astonishment and slight annoyance found Feliciano sound asleep against his chest, drool pooling out from his mouth.

Ludwig grimaced somewhat before prying Feliciano off and tucking him into his own bed. Feeling too exhausted to search for a new shirt Ludwig simply tore off the dampened one and crawled into bed next to his friend. Sleep drew him in as he rested against the dew pillows, finding comfort in the slight warmth emitting from his roommate. With a strangled yawn, Ludwig eased into a deep, silent sleep.

"It's a nice day out today, isn't it?" A petite girl wearing a green dress asked.

"...Ja" Replied the boy shyly. The girl breathed out happily before entwining the two hands together. The boy, surprised by such intimacy, blushed feverishly before squeezing her hand softly.

"...We should come here more often." The girl declared, giggling as she placed her head against the boy's shoulder. The boy smiled triumphantly to himself as he relaxed against the girl.

"Ja."

Ludwig woke up abruptly, feeling his heart race at a uncomfortable speed. He squirmed slightly under the covers, trying to shake off the unwanted dizziness that seemed to cling to him. Frowning to himself, he tried to sit up yet was unable to once he discovered the sleeping Italian wrapped around his torso. Blushing slightly, Ludwig unhooked Feliciano's arms and carefully shuffled out of bed. Making sure the boy was still tucked in and under the covers, Ludwig yawned loudly and walked over to his bathroom, scratching absentmindedly at his tangled strands of blond hair. Once inside, he turned on the tap and splashed lukewarm water on his face. He allowed his eyes to flicker up to his reflection and suddenly he froze.

Something happened to him. However, it didn't look like he had changed physically, at least not dramatically. He looked over his features, drinking in the familiar qualities that made him unique. Nothing changed, exactly. He just felt different. Like something was missing. Ludwig frowned deeply at his reflection, cooking an eyebrow at himself. What the hell was he thinking, nothing was wrong. He was just merely tired from consoling Feli. Yeah, that had to be it.

"Nnng, Luddy?" Speak of the devil.

"I'm in here Feli." Ludwig stuck his head out, just in time to watch as his friend rolled off the bed with a booming THUD. Feliciano groaned out louder, rubbing his head against the carpet lazily. Ludwig stifled a smile as he strolled over to crouch over Feliciano. "Tired from last night, huh?" He asked sympathetically.

"Si~" Feliciano drawled out as he yawned widely. "I'm so tired I don't think I can get up~"

"Well too bad, because I have to go to work soon and so do you." Feliciano cried out dramatically at the reminder before rolling over onto his back so he could face his roommate.

"Don't remind me." He jutted out his lower lip, gazing up at his friend. "But before I leave can you make me some breakfast~?" Ludwig looked mildly surprised at Feliciano's request.

"I thought you hated German food."

"I said no such thing!"

"Ja, you did. That one time I took you out drinking. You announced it to the whole bar. More like sung." Feliciano giggled, scratching his nose and grinning.

"Well, I can deal with the wrust, just not the potatoes." Ludwig growled lowly as Feliciano's laughter became more lively.

"Fine, but you're making dinner tonight." Ludwig stated as he reached down and pulled the Italian up to his feet.

"Is that supposed to be punishment?" Ludwig laughed somewhat as Feliciano skipped ahead of him, already eager for breakfast.

"It is when you have to clean up all the dishes afterwords." Feliciano gasped softly.

"That's just mean!"

AN: Okaiiiiii bad jokes are bad. Ugh. I suck at humor. This isn't exactly supposed to include humor in it, but i thought it'd be nice. Anyways~ I hope you liked the first chapter. c: