Down the Awesome Bunny Trail [3a/?]
anonymous
April 24 2010, 13:37:32 UTC
"Ve~ Ludwig!" Feliciano greeted enthusiastically before he latched himself onto his host. "It's so nice to see you!"
"Hello there, Feliciano. Come on in," Ludwig replied and took the bag and containers Feliciano had dropped on the ground when he had flung his arms around the Schäferhund. Hopefully their dinner was still intact.
"No hugs for me?" Gilbert called out from where he sat on the couch.
Feliciano obediently unlatched from Ludwig and launched himself at Gilbert, who returned the hug and patted his head. "Did you bring me ice cream?"
Feliciano nodded, smiling. "Yeah! I brought you gelato and pasta - aaah! Where did they go?" He looked around in panic, while tears started to form in his eyes. "Oh no! I know I was holding them a while ago because Lovi was yelling at me for forgetting them when I first left the house and I was sure I left with them the second time and I must have dropped them somewhere and oh no the pastaaaaaaaaaa-"
"I got them right here," Ludwig answered, holding up Feliciano's bag and food containers. "Give me a few minutes and I'll get everything ready, all right?"
"Wow! How did you find them? And so quickly too! Ve, you're really wonderful, Ludwig!" Feliciano gushed, while Ludwig's cheeks turned pink.
"It's nothing, really. I-I'll just get this settled," Ludwig stammered a little before he went into the kitchen.
"Ve, Gilbert!" Feliciano whispered.
"Huh? What's with the whispering?" Gilbert asked. "It's kind of hard to hear you with the TV on."
"Lovi says you have to whisper when you're doing conspiratio- constipa- no wait, I'm pretty sure that's something different - ve, you know, secret-secret things! He does that whenever he meets those weird friends of his, the ones who wear hats and sunglasses all the time. Even when they're indoors. Ve, why do they have to wear sunglasses indoors? There's not much sunlight-"
"Uh, Feli? What secret-secret things?" Gilbert interrupted before Feliciano could ramble even further.
Down the Awesome Bunny Trail [3b/?]
anonymous
April 24 2010, 13:41:57 UTC
"Oh! Ve, I have an idea!"
"What?"
"I'm going to help you leave the house!" Feliciano announced. Rather loudly.
"What was that?" Ludwig hollered from the kitchen.
Gilbert winced. "He said that he needs some help with a mouse!" he yelled back while clamping a hand over Feliciano's mouth; Gilbert knew he would repeat exactly what he said, with disastrous consequences.
"Oh, I could go and take care of it tomorrow!"
Feliciano looked confused when Gilbert removed his hand. "But I haven't got any problems with mice-"
"Shh!" Gilbert hissed. "Secret-secret things, remember? You have to whisper."
"Ve, you're right!" Feliciano said softly.
"So what are you planning?"
"Oh, you should pack some things in a bag first. You know, just to get ready!"
Gilbert nodded. That was certainly a good suggestion; something he had never quite expected from the rather flighty Feliciano. "Okay, and then what?"
Feliciano put on the most serious expression and Gilbert could not help but sit up straighter to pay attention. "Don't forget the pasta!" he announced.
Gilbert slumped and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes, yes, the pasta. Then?"
Feliciano drooped a little. "I haven't quite figured out that part yet, ve~" he muttered. "I'm sorry!" he whined.
"No, no, it's okay! Now stop that, or West'll thump me in the head for making you cry!"
Ludwig chose that moment to poke his head in the doorway. "What's going on?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Everything's fine, West! See? Little Feli here is fine and happy!" Gilbert hastily replied, pinching Feliciano's cheeks and stretching them out in a smile.
"Ve~" Feliciano managed to blurt out as he waved, then gave a thumbs-up. Ludwig gave them another suspicious look before he returned to the kitchen, shaking his head.
"Actually, there is something about the whole West checking out your house for mice thing," Gilbert said once they were in the clear. A plan was starting to form in his head and if he could get Feliciano to help him, it might just work.
"Huh?"
"Just do as I say, okay? Tomorrow, I'll tag along when West goes to your house to check on your fictional mouse infestation."
"Ve, and what should I do?" Feliciano asked excitedly, his tail wagging.
"You just be yourself, okay?" Gilbert said, scratching Feliciano behind the ears. "Just leave everything else to the awesome me." He grinned.
Oh yeah, he was on his way to the road of awesomeness, all right.
----- OP should be warned that author!anon has a habit of making things rather epic-length. Eep.
"Hello there, Feliciano. Come on in," Ludwig replied and took the bag and containers Feliciano had dropped on the ground when he had flung his arms around the Schäferhund. Hopefully their dinner was still intact.
"No hugs for me?" Gilbert called out from where he sat on the couch.
Feliciano obediently unlatched from Ludwig and launched himself at Gilbert, who returned the hug and patted his head. "Did you bring me ice cream?"
Feliciano nodded, smiling. "Yeah! I brought you gelato and pasta - aaah! Where did they go?" He looked around in panic, while tears started to form in his eyes. "Oh no! I know I was holding them a while ago because Lovi was yelling at me for forgetting them when I first left the house and I was sure I left with them the second time and I must have dropped them somewhere and oh no the pastaaaaaaaaaa-"
"I got them right here," Ludwig answered, holding up Feliciano's bag and food containers. "Give me a few minutes and I'll get everything ready, all right?"
"Wow! How did you find them? And so quickly too! Ve, you're really wonderful, Ludwig!" Feliciano gushed, while Ludwig's cheeks turned pink.
"It's nothing, really. I-I'll just get this settled," Ludwig stammered a little before he went into the kitchen.
"Ve, Gilbert!" Feliciano whispered.
"Huh? What's with the whispering?" Gilbert asked. "It's kind of hard to hear you with the TV on."
"Lovi says you have to whisper when you're doing conspiratio- constipa- no wait, I'm pretty sure that's something different - ve, you know, secret-secret things! He does that whenever he meets those weird friends of his, the ones who wear hats and sunglasses all the time. Even when they're indoors. Ve, why do they have to wear sunglasses indoors? There's not much sunlight-"
"Uh, Feli? What secret-secret things?" Gilbert interrupted before Feliciano could ramble even further.
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"What?"
"I'm going to help you leave the house!" Feliciano announced. Rather loudly.
"What was that?" Ludwig hollered from the kitchen.
Gilbert winced. "He said that he needs some help with a mouse!" he yelled back while clamping a hand over Feliciano's mouth; Gilbert knew he would repeat exactly what he said, with disastrous consequences.
"Oh, I could go and take care of it tomorrow!"
Feliciano looked confused when Gilbert removed his hand. "But I haven't got any problems with mice-"
"Shh!" Gilbert hissed. "Secret-secret things, remember? You have to whisper."
"Ve, you're right!" Feliciano said softly.
"So what are you planning?"
"Oh, you should pack some things in a bag first. You know, just to get ready!"
Gilbert nodded. That was certainly a good suggestion; something he had never quite expected from the rather flighty Feliciano. "Okay, and then what?"
Feliciano put on the most serious expression and Gilbert could not help but sit up straighter to pay attention. "Don't forget the pasta!" he announced.
Gilbert slumped and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes, yes, the pasta. Then?"
Feliciano drooped a little. "I haven't quite figured out that part yet, ve~" he muttered. "I'm sorry!" he whined.
"No, no, it's okay! Now stop that, or West'll thump me in the head for making you cry!"
Ludwig chose that moment to poke his head in the doorway. "What's going on?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Everything's fine, West! See? Little Feli here is fine and happy!" Gilbert hastily replied, pinching Feliciano's cheeks and stretching them out in a smile.
"Ve~" Feliciano managed to blurt out as he waved, then gave a thumbs-up. Ludwig gave them another suspicious look before he returned to the kitchen, shaking his head.
"Actually, there is something about the whole West checking out your house for mice thing," Gilbert said once they were in the clear. A plan was starting to form in his head and if he could get Feliciano to help him, it might just work.
"Huh?"
"Just do as I say, okay? Tomorrow, I'll tag along when West goes to your house to check on your fictional mouse infestation."
"Ve, and what should I do?" Feliciano asked excitedly, his tail wagging.
"You just be yourself, okay?" Gilbert said, scratching Feliciano behind the ears. "Just leave everything else to the awesome me." He grinned.
Oh yeah, he was on his way to the road of awesomeness, all right.
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OP should be warned that author!anon has a habit of making things rather epic-length. Eep.
reCaptcha: urged hare. LOL
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I can't wait to see what happens when Prussia escapes xD
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