Post by haley. on Oct 9, 2009 19:45:49 GMT -5
He was more trouble than he was worth. Not that everyone didn’t already know this. And not that he was worth very much in the first place.
And not that this was the first time Ludwig had thought that to himself as Feliciano leaned all over his desk and ruined his plans.
“I don’t ruin plans,” the brunette had insisted once. “I just create funner ones!”
It was a miracle that Ludwig hadn’t popped a vein somewhere along his temple yet. He prepared himself for it everyday.
“Yes, Italy?” He droned, looking up. He had dark circles under his eyes (He wondered who that could be from), but he still managed to look uptight and busy as ever. At this point, Feliciano had become like this annoying, albeit adorable, puppy that Ludwig sometimes wanted to kick, then wanted to hug.
The Italian leaned forward and pressed his nose to Ludwig’s. Not in a nose-nuzzling manner, he simply bashed their noses together as if made any damn sense. “You’re my best friend, right?”
Ludwig winced, resisting the urge to rub his nose, and blushed lightly. “Yes, Italy. I think I’ve told you that… seventeen times.”
“Yeah but I mean, best, best friend, right?”
“Right.”
“Good!” How Feliciano’s eyes sparkled almost blinded the blonde, their faces being so close together, but thankfully he stood up straight quickly, away from Ludwig, and rummaged through his pockets, his tongue lightly sticking out of his mouth in an almost comical manner.
Then he pulled out the tackiest piece of plastic that Ludwig ever seen, which had ‘best’ engraved on it. Then he noticed that thing on Italy’s wrist that read ‘friends.’
And not that this was the first time Ludwig had thought that to himself as Feliciano leaned all over his desk and ruined his plans.
“I don’t ruin plans,” the brunette had insisted once. “I just create funner ones!”
It was a miracle that Ludwig hadn’t popped a vein somewhere along his temple yet. He prepared himself for it everyday.
“Yes, Italy?” He droned, looking up. He had dark circles under his eyes (He wondered who that could be from), but he still managed to look uptight and busy as ever. At this point, Feliciano had become like this annoying, albeit adorable, puppy that Ludwig sometimes wanted to kick, then wanted to hug.
The Italian leaned forward and pressed his nose to Ludwig’s. Not in a nose-nuzzling manner, he simply bashed their noses together as if made any damn sense. “You’re my best friend, right?”
Ludwig winced, resisting the urge to rub his nose, and blushed lightly. “Yes, Italy. I think I’ve told you that… seventeen times.”
“Yeah but I mean, best, best friend, right?”
“Right.”
“Good!” How Feliciano’s eyes sparkled almost blinded the blonde, their faces being so close together, but thankfully he stood up straight quickly, away from Ludwig, and rummaged through his pockets, his tongue lightly sticking out of his mouth in an almost comical manner.
Then he pulled out the tackiest piece of plastic that Ludwig ever seen, which had ‘best’ engraved on it. Then he noticed that thing on Italy’s wrist that read ‘friends.’
EEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF MY LIFE