It was a calm, gray morning, Ludwig noted as he stared up at the sky quietly. Snow flittered down from the clouds above, drifting lazily on occasional soft breezes. It wasn’t too cold, when covered up by a thick winter jacket. However, his Italian boyfriend begged to differ. Used to the warmer weather, Feliciano found it his apparent duty to complain about the cold whenever the opportunity presented itself. Such as right now.
Feliciano was clinging to Ludwig’s arm as they walked, sniffling almost inaudibly. “L-L-Luddy? Can we go home yet? Your stupid German weather is so co-old,” he whined.
Ludwig didn’t stop w