Homeless Italian In Need Of A Bed

[loves_pasta]

WHO: Feliciano, Gilbert, Ludwig, Old Fritz, Blackie
WHEN: Wed. Sept, 16. Late Afternoon
WHERE: Ludwig and Gilbert's place
WHAT: Feli needs a place to stay after getting kick out of the Charleston... Damn rent not waiting for them while they were in jail...
RATING: Nakedness? Beat up peoplez begging for a place to stay? idk man

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[loves_pasta]

Feliciano sighed and had it not been for his curl he might have started pulling his hair. "Alright..." He bit back a yawn, nose scrunching a bit as he lifted a hand to his mouth.

"Can I take a nap until he gets back, ve? I haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately, ve..." Plus it was siesta time and damn it if he was going to miss this one.

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano sighed, rubbing his eye with a pout. What was it? Almost 3 or something? Definetely siesta time, which was long over due from the week in jail. He wouldn;'t complain about floors or couches agains though, that's for sure.

And as the man really that dense? Hadn't he said why he couldn't follow Romano already? "Romano probably went to Antonio's, ve. He doesn't have room for us both," he protested lightly. "And I needed to ask Ludwig anyways. SO can I take a nap somewhere or not, ve?" Please, please say there was, or else he felt he would just curl up here in the kitchen and pass out.

tfcygvhb damn LJ eating my comments... WIGGY TIEMZ

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano smiled despite the fact it pulled his stitches and flung himself to Gilbert, giving him a quick but warm hug. Sure the man had been mean about it but he wasn't kicking the younger out.

He placed a quick kiss on each cheek before letting go, still smiling. "Thanks, ve~ Let Ludwig know I'm here when he gets back please." Before the other could answer he darted deeper into the place, opening the first door he found. It was a bedroom, sort of plain but it had a bed.

The Italian closed the door and headed over to the bed. He climbed under the precisely folded covers minus his shoes and pants, snuggling down and falling asleep within seconds.

/BADTOUCHES

[mein_einsamkeit]

The first thing that should have tipped Ludwig off was the front door: not quite closed. He aimed an exasperated look at the crack, the rapidly deepening irritation making his features all the more severe when he heard how loudly the television was turned up, a blast of "-AND THE SHARK BIT OFF HIS HAND!" greeting him before he could even push the door open.

He dragged his hand down his face with a sigh, kicking his shoes off once inside and greeting his dogs each with a rub behind the ears. "Er, Gilbert," he called, pushing away the perfectly fine albeit just a tad muscular Blackie. How strange. The living room was empty, the front door unlocked, and the TV on but... He frowned and continued down the hall, peering into his brother's room. Odd, but not completely uncommon (read: his brother was lazy). Stifling a sigh, he went into his own room and straight for the closet to change, already neatly pulling his shirt off and

YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT~

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano shifted slightly, sure it had been a good few hours since he fell asleep. He was still tired but there was a rustling in the room, the creak of the closet door. He murmured something sleepily probably something along the lines of 'five more minutes' and rolled over

MAYBE. NO. NO!

[mein_einsamkeit]

Ludwig didn't appear to be capable of staring at just any one thing: his gaze switched from a shoe on the floor, the door, his own shirt on the floor. But he was certainly avoiding looking directly at his intern - his intern - who was currently... gott im himmel, why the hell was he half-naked? In his bed? He shut his eyes with a heavy sigh and rubbed furiously at his eyelids. Count to three, and maybe, just maybe, he won't be there.

1...

2...

3...

He peered between the cracks of his fingers, took one look at Feliciano, and possibly turned as red as the tomatoes on his boxers. "Cover yourself up!" he barked, bending down to blindly grab an article of clothing and tossing it at the other man. "I... WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE? That's my bed!"

DON'T DENY OUR RABU DOITSU!!!

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano tilted his head to the side, wondering why Ludwig seemed so irritated and scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Had work been bad or something? Sure he hadn't been there in a week or so but there were tons of other people working there to cover his slack.

"Ludwig, ve?" he asked softly, jumping when the German barked out an order angrily and sent his pants right at his face. The Italian squeaked and fell backwards, nearly tumbling off the other side of the bed. He quickly righted himself, pants bundled in his lap and legs beneath him.

"Y-your brother let me in, ve," he whimpered, pouting with wide eyes. "I had to talk to you, but I got sleepy and you weren't back yet and he said I could take a nap wherever I wanted..." The Italian winced, all the talking was pulling his stitches, and reached up to touch the thick black thread marring his lips. " I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone I wasn't going to be at work," he added softly, voice muffled by his hand.

I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A SCARLET LETTER!

[mein_einsamkeit]

That was a bit extravagant. Or perhaps Ludwig had been hitting the gym too often as of late to work out his frustration. He glanced at his hand and quickly backtracked in his mind if he had thrown the pair of trousers hard enough to propel small Italians, when his train of thought was abruptly cut off. His face. Having been so shocked, he hadn't gotten a proper look at him but now the weight of it hit him full force.

"Nevermind that," he told him brusquely, his brows knitted as he stared fixedly at the stitches. "What in god's name happened to your face, Feliciano?"

GAH SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!!! I HATE THAT FUCKIN' BOOK!!!

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano ran his fingers quickly along his lips, making sure nothing had stretched or torn. It'd happened in the first few hours after he got them, after talking too much blood had started to bead up.

"M-my face, ve?" He looked away, trying to keep the thread from sight. "Nothing! Nothing at all, ve. I got in a bit of trouble and got hurt but its fine now, ve." Well close enough to fine. He would never be able to forgive Vash for striking him across the face with his gun then tossing him to the floor and there was a very low likely hood that he would ever see his parents again. And since the stitches had been noticed the lingering bruises would catch Ludwig's attention next. The Italian tried to subtly pull down his shirt sleeves and the hem to cover what he could while wishing for the blanket to cover up.

FUFUFU

[mein_einsamkeit]

Ludwig suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Feliciano's attempt to hide his injury, as if he hadn't just seen it. "A bit of trouble?" he repeated incredulously, his voice oddly soft as he knelt one knee down upon the edge of the mattress. Without a word he gingerly took the man's face in his hands, turning it slowly to one side and drawing his lips in a thin, displeased line. "And just what kind of trouble?"

HUSH YER FACE GERMANRY

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano glanced back over when he felt the bed shift, surprised he wasn't being hauled up and forced out. Ludwig was usually very 'proper' and demanded the rules be followed, adding onto that he seemed to be more than a little angry to find the Italian in his bed. What surprised him more though was the gentle hands grabbing and turning his face.

His face flared red and he mumbled his answer through stutters and adverted eyes. Plausible story, plausible story... what could he say?! "N-nothing big. Mama and Papa disappeared and some guys came l-looking for them, ve..." Close enough, a vague rendition of the truth.

NO BEBE NOOOO

[mein_einsamkeit]

"Right." Ludwig shook his head, looking away with a tired sigh and rubbing at both of his temples. A headache was all he was going to get out of this if he pressed the matter. Feliciano wasn't an amazing liar, but when he did, it was so hard to extract the real story from him anyway. He was briefly reminded of their awkward... episode at work (which Kiku should never speak of again, NEVER), and decided he would find out more later.

But first things first. He replayed their conversation in his head and then nodded slowly to himself. As shocking as it was to find a half-naked man in his bed, he still had a reason for coming here.

"You came to ask me something," he reminded him, suddenly gruff and displeased-looking as he got off the bed and went to put his shirt back on. "What was it?"

DONT MAKE ME GET YOUR BALL GAG OUT D8<

[loves_pasta]

Feliciano seemed to brighten up as soon as the subject was dropped. Sure knowing the man Ludwig might try and find out more later but for now it was gone and done with. Not that he'd ever find out anyways, the mafia was not something you told your crush/boss about.

"Ah! Right, ve!" Back to being bubly again, smiling shyly and he tried to think of how to word his request. "Since Mama and Papa left me and Romano we lost part of out rent, ve. We got kicked out. ROma went to Toni I think but I wanted to know if I could stay here?" The Italian looked away blushing. "Just until we get bakc on our feet of course, ve..."