Ludwig walked up the path through the garden to the house that he shared with his wife, a bit apprehensive of what might be waiting him while he got inside. Feliciana had told him that she had something she wanted to talk to him about after he got home from work, and he really wasn't sure what to make of that. Sometimes the things she wanted to ( Read more... )

Germany...needed some advice. He'd given himself some time after Italy had come to talk to him, but it really hadn't gotten him anywhere. He'd read that sometimes it helped to talk it over with someone else, to understand what you really wanted, and well. While Germany really wasn't one for talking things over like that, he was definitely willing ( Read more... )

Germany came up the path to Italy's front door at an average pace, dressed casually for once, not in his uniform, but in cream slacks and a white shirt. This was Easter, after all, and he was allowed to be casual and festive for it. His hair was still slicked back in its usual fashion, though. There probably wasn't anyone that could get him to ( Read more... )

Germany had given it a while after his talk with Maraich before heading out to find Feliciano. This was mostly due to the fact that as soon as he'd returned from said talk, he'd found a post from Prussia that sent everything he thought he'd established off the tracks yet again. It had been about a week, though, since he'd had that revealing ( Read more... )

Germany sat at his desk, filling out some paperwork. He'd put his computer away for the moment. He wanted to be able to focus on the task at hand. More importantly, though, Italy was supposed to come over and talk to him about something. The fact that Italy had something to talk to him about worried him. The fact that Italy had outright said he ( Read more... )