Of Lost Italians and Christmas PresentsLudwig awoke to silence throughout his usually hectic house.Of Lost Italians and Christmas Presents4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was the first sign that told him something was wrong.
The second thing that gave it away: Feliciano was not sleeping beside him. The little Italian always- without fail- ended up in Ludwig's bed one way or another. Usually it was through much begging or crying from a bad dream, but there was once or twice when it had been Ludwig's own idea. Said German blushed as he sat up out of the bed, trying to shake the memories of his and Feliciano's more passionate endeavors from his head. Right now he had more important things to deal with. 'Something must be up. It is Christmas, so perhaps Feli has a surprise. God, I hope not.' Ludwig got up and put on a shirt before heading out to see what was making him so uneasy about this peculiar morning.
"Feliciano? Italy?" he called out upon entering his living room. Only to find a hung-over Prussian on his couch, where he had (judging by the blanket wrapped around him and the pill