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Ludwig was a cute sleeper. You’d give him that. With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look. Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear. “I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!” The German didn’t even move, earning yet an

    You watched his lips move in mute fascination, the thin, pale petals flowing over antiquated terms. You learned on the hard oak table while your chin was cupped in your palm. You vaguely understood that Sebastian was discussing that Shakespeare fellow, but you couldn't care less. All you needed to know was that gorgeous cardinal eyes were fixated on your young form, and that his blindingly handsome face looked so sexy when he concentrated.    "Miss?"    You blinked, sitting back so quickly the chair wavered. You felt like he had asked something of importance. Hot embarrassment crept up your neck as a heavily awkward silence set in.

  The Skilled Art of Flirting! Warning: Hetalia men are flirting with YOU! Also there are a few curse words! “Ravioli, ravioli!” Veneziano cheered and served the pasta. “Bella, won’t you give me your numberoli?” “That’s so cute, Veneziano. You made number and ravioli rhyme!” You giggled at his silly pick up line. Francis sat down beside you and put his arm around your shoulder. His sultry voice mumbled low into your ear. “If you chose him, he’ll make you breakfast every day, but if you chose me, I’ll be your breakfast every day. Je t’aime.” “Wine bastard!