[APH Fic] Things That Go Bump
Title: Things That Go Bump
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Germany, N. Italy, S. Italy, Spain -- Spamano with some GerIta
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sex, swears, awkwardness.
Summary: Hotel walls are thin, especially when a certain couple is engaging in some loud activities late at night. Ludwig knows this; Feliciano, on the other hand, has no idea.
Notes: MORE kink meme de-anon whoooooooooooooooooooo. The original prompt was something about the thin hotel walls at conferences, and Italy and Germany hearing "strange noises" coming from Romano and Spain's room. Italy mis-interprets.
Ludwig’s favorite thing about World Conferences had nothing to do with the conference itself. It was spending time with Feliciano, in a hotel room he didn’t have to pay for, in another country, just being together. It was like a pre-planned date, especially when they were staying in a particularly expensive city and so they all doubled up on rooms.
Which meant that Ludwig was sitting comfortably under pristine cotton sheets, his computer perched in his lap, the small of his back propped up by fluffy pillows, with Feliciano inspecting the hot tub in the corner curiously. (They must have been on some honeymoon floor of sorts, all of the rooms had a single bed and a Jacuzzi.)
“Ve, Ludwig, do you think I could take a bubble bath in this?” Feliciano called from inside the tub. Ludwig gave a small smile and shrugged at his beau.
“Possibly?” he called back. The television was on, playing some sort of French documentary, but Ludwig wasn’t paying any attention. It was a peaceful night after a very, very long day. Ludwig could hear the soft sounds of a shower running somewhere above him, along with a loud movie playing nearby, and low voices talking. He could hear other nations-not by name, but he recognized speech patterns through the thin hotel walls.
“I think I hear Alfred,” Feliciano said as he climbed out of the tub and hopped onto the bed beside Ludwig. “He’s talking so loudly somewhere above us.”
“I don’t hear Arthur,” Ludwig noted. “He must be talking his ear off.” Feliciano giggled and nuzzled Ludwig’s arm until Ludwig reached around him and cuddled him into his side, stroking Feliciano’s arm affectionately and continuing to read. He pushed his reading glasses up his nose and hummed, Feliciano’s breathing evening out beside him, eyes closed. It was a blissful evening.
That is, until Ludwig realized he was focusing on the words that were drifting through the wall. There were voices lulling all around them, some more distinct than others but nothing of interest, really, until he heard the cursing.
“Shiiiiiiiiit,” someone said nearby. Ludwig looked up; trying to figure out what direction the cursing had come from. “Ahh, fuck you, you know that?” It was a little bit louder this time. There was a distinct sound of creaking and rustling, and Ludwig’s eyes landed on the wall to his right. That’s where the voices were coming from.
“Ludi? Something wrong?” Feliciano asked, noticing Ludwig staring at the wall.
“Shh for a moment, Feliciano,” Ludwig commanded, and Feliciano curled up and linked his fingers within Ludwig’s, snuggling down into the pillows.
“What-ow, you asshole, that fucking hurt-“ even louder this time. A low voice responded, and the first voice seemed to scoff. “Yeah, well-owwwwwww, knock it off, stop pulling that-“
“What is going on?” Ludwig muttered. The louder voice sounded out of breath and panicked, and the more it spoke, the more urgent the words became.
“You-ahhhhhhhhhhowwwwwwwwww,” the voice moaned, and Ludwig swallowed as he recognized the accent, and the voice itself. Unfortunately, Feliciano also placed the voice at the exact same moment.
“Romano?” he said, sitting straight up. Ludwig glanced at Feliciano, whose face paled. “Ludi, w-was that Romano?”
“I think so,” Ludwig responded. There was more rustling, and suddenly, a thump followed by a series of smaller thumps, and another groan-no, that was definitely a moan. A lump grew in Ludwig’s throat as the entire situation became clear.
Romano was engaging in a rather rough, violent bout of sex in the room right next door.
“Is Romano okay?” Feliciano asked, holding onto Ludwig’s arm. Ludwig raised his eyebrows at Feliciano.
“Umm-“
“Because he sounds like he’s being attacked or something,” Feliciano muttered, running his fingers along Ludwig’s knuckles.
“Feliciano-“
“We have to help him!” Feliciano declared, and he half jumped, half fell from the bed and ran across the room, pulling on pajama bottoms over his boxers and rummaging around in a drawer. Ludwig was about to say something when he was interrupted by another loud thwump and a string of curses in low Italian. The voice died into a moan and then a hiss.
“Ow, fuck you, you bastard-“
“What, you bit me-“
“What was that?” Feliciano asked, a t-shirt in his thin hands. Ludwig slid off the bed and walked across the room.
“Look, Feliciano, it isn’t what-“ but he was interrupted again by a strange, breathy sound, followed by more bumps and a loud crack from beyond the wall. Feliciano’s eyes went wide, and he covered his mouth with his hands, dropping the t-shirt and heading for the door.
“Romano?” Feliciano asked, as if asking through the wall, but the people on the other side of the wall didn’t respond. All they heard were the sounds of rapid breathing, low mutters, and suddenly, a drawn out moan. Feliciano had his hand on the door handle, frozen in his spot, face paralyzed with fear.
Ludwig, on the other hand, was doing all he could to hide his blushing face. He was very aware of what was happening next door, and it was sending goose bumps up and down his spine. He wanted to stop listening, for all the other sounds to become louder somehow, but Romano and his partner were in the room next door, and Ludwig couldn’t even ask Feliciano to make noise because Feliciano was so afraid for his brother’s safety.
“Ludi, Ludi we have to go help Romano!” Feliciano pleaded, suddenly regaining his ability to move, and he flung open the door, dashing out into the hall. Ludwig’s heart beat wildly and he followed Feliciano out into the hallway where he all but pounced on Feliciano as he approached Romano’s door. As Ludwig pulled Feliciano away, he could hear more low moans, squeaking, and a breathy giggle.
“Mmm, Roma...” a voice wafted out of the room, and the breathing became heavier and the moans became deeper and more urgent. More thumps, and Ludwig wanted to bash his head into the wall.
At least it will be over soon, he thought, sweat beading down his face. The entire situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable; just knowing that something so intimate was happening just feet from them was chilling.
“Ugh, let me go, Ludi-“
“Feliciano, I promise you, your brother is fine,” Ludwig insisted, but Feliciano squirmed from his grasp and reached for the door. Ludwig slid his arms around Feliciano’s waist and dug his fingers into his sides, forcing giggles from Feliciano’s mouth.
“L-Ludi, stop t-t-tickling me!” Feliciano cried, and Ludwig used all his body weight to pull the squirming Italian to the carpeted floor. Ludwig leaned over Feliciano and tickled his sides, his chest, his waist, and his stomach, and Feliciano threw his head back and laughed uproariously. Ludwig concentrated on distracting Feliciano as best he could, and didn’t even notice the heads poking out of the surrounding rooms. He only concentrated on Feliciano’s rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes as he rolled over and breathed heavily into the carpet, his chest heaving. His hair was everywhere and his entire bare torso was pink and decorated with thin white scratches from Ludwig’s fingernails. But Feliciano seemed to forget about his goal of bursting into Romano’s room, and instead was now lying on his back, arms crossed over his stomach. Ludwig was sitting beside Feliciano, half-smiling at Feliciano and half-glaring at the other nations peeping from their rooms. It took a few more minutes for Feliciano to calm down, and he smiled pleasantly at Ludwig, who stroked his head gently. There were no more sounds coming from Romano’s room.
“You see? I told you,” Ludwig said, and Feliciano sighed through his nose, staring at the ceiling. They remained this way for a few more minutes until they heard a shower start inside the room. Feliciano blinked and sat up.
“So, Ludi, what was-“
“What the hell is going on out here?” a voice interrupted, and both Feliciano and Ludwig turned to Romano’s door. Antonio was standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, wearing only jeans, staring down at the floor. Ludwig noticed several dark red welts on his neck and his upper chest. He also noticed the slight sheen of sweat covering his body and how mussed his hair was.
“Oh! Antonio!” Feliciano said happily, hopping to his feet. “Where is Romano? Is he alright?”
“Shower,” Antonio responded, pointing back inside the room. “And he’s fine. Bitter. Y’know, Romano-ish. But what in God’s name were you doing out here? All we could hear were yells and giggles.” Ludwig just stared, slack-jawed at Antonio. They were being noisy? They were yelling absurd things into the night? Who was he to talk when he’d very nearly given Feliciano a heart attack by doing who-knows-what to his brother? But Ludwig bit his lip and remained silent. Feliciano shrugged.
“I thought something terrible happened to Romano!”
“That’s retarded,” a voice said from within the room, and Romano appeared, rubbing his dark hair with a towel. He was wearing a scowl under flushed cheeks, and Feliciano immediately latched onto his arm. Romano frowned even more at Feliciano, if that was possible, but allowed himself to be pulled from the room.
“Romano Romano, let’s go down to the bar and get some wine!” Feliciano proposed, and then proceeded to drag his brother down the hallway, Romano leading with curses as he went. (Ludwig noted that his gait had a noticeable limp that definitely was not there before.) As the brothers rounded the corner, Ludwig turned his gaze onto Antonio, who was grinning in the doorway.
“Next time you decide to-whatever it is that you were doing,” Ludwig started, making his voice low, “Please consider who you’re near.” Antonio scoffed and waved a hand at Ludwig.
“Please, Ludwig, you act like this is all my fault,” Antonio said. Ludwig cocked an eyebrow. “Go talk to Romano, he was the one who jumped me. And propositioned everything we did. And he’s the one who bought-“
“Alright, alright, I got it, Antonio,” Ludwig said, holding his hands up. Antonio displayed a shit-eating grin across his face and winked, using the towel Romano was using to wipe his face.
“Oh, and Ludwig? Next time you hear that, you should bring Feli and come join,” Antonio suggested. “I bet you’re into all that crazy stuff from all those pornos, right?” Ludwig’s face flushed and Antonio laughed.
“No, but really, it’d be fuuuuun,” Antonio said, winking again, and he meandered back inside the room and shut the door, leaving a very flustered Ludwig standing in the hallway. He fumed silently for a moment, annoyed with literally everything.
“Uh, Ludwig?” Kiku called from across the hallway. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” Ludwig muttered, and he went back into his room, closing the door, throwing his glasses and aside, and sinking into the mattress, thankful that at least, now, he could get some rest.
Or at least he thought he could, until he could hear Alfred squawking his way through some obscene pop song about chains and whips. Ludwig threw a pillow over his head and clamped it over his ears.
This was one of the very rare instances Ludwig wished the meetings would come, so he could at least escape the thin-walled torture of a somewhat cheap French hotel right outside of Paris. Maybe.
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I enjoyed writing this one, although it was hard.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Germany, N. Italy, S. Italy, Spain -- Spamano with some GerIta
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sex, swears, awkwardness.
Summary: Hotel walls are thin, especially when a certain couple is engaging in some loud activities late at night. Ludwig knows this; Feliciano, on the other hand, has no idea.
Notes: MORE kink meme de-anon whoooooooooooooooooooo. The original prompt was something about the thin hotel walls at conferences, and Italy and Germany hearing "strange noises" coming from Romano and Spain's room. Italy mis-interprets.
Ludwig’s favorite thing about World Conferences had nothing to do with the conference itself. It was spending time with Feliciano, in a hotel room he didn’t have to pay for, in another country, just being together. It was like a pre-planned date, especially when they were staying in a particularly expensive city and so they all doubled up on rooms.
Which meant that Ludwig was sitting comfortably under pristine cotton sheets, his computer perched in his lap, the small of his back propped up by fluffy pillows, with Feliciano inspecting the hot tub in the corner curiously. (They must have been on some honeymoon floor of sorts, all of the rooms had a single bed and a Jacuzzi.)
“Ve, Ludwig, do you think I could take a bubble bath in this?” Feliciano called from inside the tub. Ludwig gave a small smile and shrugged at his beau.
“Possibly?” he called back. The television was on, playing some sort of French documentary, but Ludwig wasn’t paying any attention. It was a peaceful night after a very, very long day. Ludwig could hear the soft sounds of a shower running somewhere above him, along with a loud movie playing nearby, and low voices talking. He could hear other nations-not by name, but he recognized speech patterns through the thin hotel walls.
“I think I hear Alfred,” Feliciano said as he climbed out of the tub and hopped onto the bed beside Ludwig. “He’s talking so loudly somewhere above us.”
“I don’t hear Arthur,” Ludwig noted. “He must be talking his ear off.” Feliciano giggled and nuzzled Ludwig’s arm until Ludwig reached around him and cuddled him into his side, stroking Feliciano’s arm affectionately and continuing to read. He pushed his reading glasses up his nose and hummed, Feliciano’s breathing evening out beside him, eyes closed. It was a blissful evening.
That is, until Ludwig realized he was focusing on the words that were drifting through the wall. There were voices lulling all around them, some more distinct than others but nothing of interest, really, until he heard the cursing.
“Shiiiiiiiiit,” someone said nearby. Ludwig looked up; trying to figure out what direction the cursing had come from. “Ahh, fuck you, you know that?” It was a little bit louder this time. There was a distinct sound of creaking and rustling, and Ludwig’s eyes landed on the wall to his right. That’s where the voices were coming from.
“Ludi? Something wrong?” Feliciano asked, noticing Ludwig staring at the wall.
“Shh for a moment, Feliciano,” Ludwig commanded, and Feliciano curled up and linked his fingers within Ludwig’s, snuggling down into the pillows.
“What-ow, you asshole, that fucking hurt-“ even louder this time. A low voice responded, and the first voice seemed to scoff. “Yeah, well-owwwwwww, knock it off, stop pulling that-“
“What is going on?” Ludwig muttered. The louder voice sounded out of breath and panicked, and the more it spoke, the more urgent the words became.
“You-ahhhhhhhhhhowwwwwwwwww,” the voice moaned, and Ludwig swallowed as he recognized the accent, and the voice itself. Unfortunately, Feliciano also placed the voice at the exact same moment.
“Romano?” he said, sitting straight up. Ludwig glanced at Feliciano, whose face paled. “Ludi, w-was that Romano?”
“I think so,” Ludwig responded. There was more rustling, and suddenly, a thump followed by a series of smaller thumps, and another groan-no, that was definitely a moan. A lump grew in Ludwig’s throat as the entire situation became clear.
Romano was engaging in a rather rough, violent bout of sex in the room right next door.
“Is Romano okay?” Feliciano asked, holding onto Ludwig’s arm. Ludwig raised his eyebrows at Feliciano.
“Umm-“
“Because he sounds like he’s being attacked or something,” Feliciano muttered, running his fingers along Ludwig’s knuckles.
“Feliciano-“
“We have to help him!” Feliciano declared, and he half jumped, half fell from the bed and ran across the room, pulling on pajama bottoms over his boxers and rummaging around in a drawer. Ludwig was about to say something when he was interrupted by another loud thwump and a string of curses in low Italian. The voice died into a moan and then a hiss.
“Ow, fuck you, you bastard-“
“What, you bit me-“
“What was that?” Feliciano asked, a t-shirt in his thin hands. Ludwig slid off the bed and walked across the room.
“Look, Feliciano, it isn’t what-“ but he was interrupted again by a strange, breathy sound, followed by more bumps and a loud crack from beyond the wall. Feliciano’s eyes went wide, and he covered his mouth with his hands, dropping the t-shirt and heading for the door.
“Romano?” Feliciano asked, as if asking through the wall, but the people on the other side of the wall didn’t respond. All they heard were the sounds of rapid breathing, low mutters, and suddenly, a drawn out moan. Feliciano had his hand on the door handle, frozen in his spot, face paralyzed with fear.
Ludwig, on the other hand, was doing all he could to hide his blushing face. He was very aware of what was happening next door, and it was sending goose bumps up and down his spine. He wanted to stop listening, for all the other sounds to become louder somehow, but Romano and his partner were in the room next door, and Ludwig couldn’t even ask Feliciano to make noise because Feliciano was so afraid for his brother’s safety.
“Ludi, Ludi we have to go help Romano!” Feliciano pleaded, suddenly regaining his ability to move, and he flung open the door, dashing out into the hall. Ludwig’s heart beat wildly and he followed Feliciano out into the hallway where he all but pounced on Feliciano as he approached Romano’s door. As Ludwig pulled Feliciano away, he could hear more low moans, squeaking, and a breathy giggle.
“Mmm, Roma...” a voice wafted out of the room, and the breathing became heavier and the moans became deeper and more urgent. More thumps, and Ludwig wanted to bash his head into the wall.
At least it will be over soon, he thought, sweat beading down his face. The entire situation was becoming more and more uncomfortable; just knowing that something so intimate was happening just feet from them was chilling.
“Ugh, let me go, Ludi-“
“Feliciano, I promise you, your brother is fine,” Ludwig insisted, but Feliciano squirmed from his grasp and reached for the door. Ludwig slid his arms around Feliciano’s waist and dug his fingers into his sides, forcing giggles from Feliciano’s mouth.
“L-Ludi, stop t-t-tickling me!” Feliciano cried, and Ludwig used all his body weight to pull the squirming Italian to the carpeted floor. Ludwig leaned over Feliciano and tickled his sides, his chest, his waist, and his stomach, and Feliciano threw his head back and laughed uproariously. Ludwig concentrated on distracting Feliciano as best he could, and didn’t even notice the heads poking out of the surrounding rooms. He only concentrated on Feliciano’s rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes as he rolled over and breathed heavily into the carpet, his chest heaving. His hair was everywhere and his entire bare torso was pink and decorated with thin white scratches from Ludwig’s fingernails. But Feliciano seemed to forget about his goal of bursting into Romano’s room, and instead was now lying on his back, arms crossed over his stomach. Ludwig was sitting beside Feliciano, half-smiling at Feliciano and half-glaring at the other nations peeping from their rooms. It took a few more minutes for Feliciano to calm down, and he smiled pleasantly at Ludwig, who stroked his head gently. There were no more sounds coming from Romano’s room.
“You see? I told you,” Ludwig said, and Feliciano sighed through his nose, staring at the ceiling. They remained this way for a few more minutes until they heard a shower start inside the room. Feliciano blinked and sat up.
“So, Ludi, what was-“
“What the hell is going on out here?” a voice interrupted, and both Feliciano and Ludwig turned to Romano’s door. Antonio was standing in the doorway, one eyebrow raised, wearing only jeans, staring down at the floor. Ludwig noticed several dark red welts on his neck and his upper chest. He also noticed the slight sheen of sweat covering his body and how mussed his hair was.
“Oh! Antonio!” Feliciano said happily, hopping to his feet. “Where is Romano? Is he alright?”
“Shower,” Antonio responded, pointing back inside the room. “And he’s fine. Bitter. Y’know, Romano-ish. But what in God’s name were you doing out here? All we could hear were yells and giggles.” Ludwig just stared, slack-jawed at Antonio. They were being noisy? They were yelling absurd things into the night? Who was he to talk when he’d very nearly given Feliciano a heart attack by doing who-knows-what to his brother? But Ludwig bit his lip and remained silent. Feliciano shrugged.
“I thought something terrible happened to Romano!”
“That’s retarded,” a voice said from within the room, and Romano appeared, rubbing his dark hair with a towel. He was wearing a scowl under flushed cheeks, and Feliciano immediately latched onto his arm. Romano frowned even more at Feliciano, if that was possible, but allowed himself to be pulled from the room.
“Romano Romano, let’s go down to the bar and get some wine!” Feliciano proposed, and then proceeded to drag his brother down the hallway, Romano leading with curses as he went. (Ludwig noted that his gait had a noticeable limp that definitely was not there before.) As the brothers rounded the corner, Ludwig turned his gaze onto Antonio, who was grinning in the doorway.
“Next time you decide to-whatever it is that you were doing,” Ludwig started, making his voice low, “Please consider who you’re near.” Antonio scoffed and waved a hand at Ludwig.
“Please, Ludwig, you act like this is all my fault,” Antonio said. Ludwig cocked an eyebrow. “Go talk to Romano, he was the one who jumped me. And propositioned everything we did. And he’s the one who bought-“
“Alright, alright, I got it, Antonio,” Ludwig said, holding his hands up. Antonio displayed a shit-eating grin across his face and winked, using the towel Romano was using to wipe his face.
“Oh, and Ludwig? Next time you hear that, you should bring Feli and come join,” Antonio suggested. “I bet you’re into all that crazy stuff from all those pornos, right?” Ludwig’s face flushed and Antonio laughed.
“No, but really, it’d be fuuuuun,” Antonio said, winking again, and he meandered back inside the room and shut the door, leaving a very flustered Ludwig standing in the hallway. He fumed silently for a moment, annoyed with literally everything.
“Uh, Ludwig?” Kiku called from across the hallway. “Are you alright?”
“Fine,” Ludwig muttered, and he went back into his room, closing the door, throwing his glasses and aside, and sinking into the mattress, thankful that at least, now, he could get some rest.
Or at least he thought he could, until he could hear Alfred squawking his way through some obscene pop song about chains and whips. Ludwig threw a pillow over his head and clamped it over his ears.
This was one of the very rare instances Ludwig wished the meetings would come, so he could at least escape the thin-walled torture of a somewhat cheap French hotel right outside of Paris. Maybe.
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I enjoyed writing this one, although it was hard.