“I don’t wanna,” you groaned as Ludwig stood in the doorway.
“_________, we have to train.”
You moaned and pulled the covers over your head, “It’s Saturday.”
A small, “Si…” came from under the covers.
“Hmm?” you said still half asleep.
“Is that Feliciano?”
You managed to crack open your eyes and saw the Italian man hugging you around the waist, sleeping. “Yeah, why?” you said, peeking out from under the covers, not really caring.
His face was red and he was practically vibrating in anger, “Feliciano!”
The poor man practically jumped out of bed. “Ve!”
“Aw, Ludwig,” you said hugging Feli, “be nice.”
“What are you doing sleeping with mein girlfriend?”
Feli shook in fear, “Sh-she w-was warm! A-and I was s-scared to sleep alone!” He was practically crying by the time his explanation was over.
You pouted and hugged him tighter, “Lighten up Ludwig, it’s not like this is the first time this has happened.”
Finally you stretched, any hope of you ever going back to sleep was gone. “Yeah,” you said lazily and got up. You short shorts and tank top were almost skin tight and quite revealing. Ludwig turned a slight shade of pink as you bent over and rummaged through your drawers for something to wear. “You guys better leave, I got to get dressed.”
“Veeee, I’ll make breakfast!” with that Feliciano jumped up and ran to the kitchen.
And you didn’t hear, but Ludwig quietly slipped out.
You took deep breaths, trying to regulate them. However every so often you would gasp for air.
You jumped and kept running, trying to outrun the almost impossibly fit German who seemed to be angry with you.
As you caught up with Kiku you managed to wheeze out, “What’s wrong with Ludwig?”
“Feliciano! You need to run this fast when you’re not in retreat!”
“I agree, something seems to be bothering Mr. Beilschmidt this morning.”
I you nodded and wheezed out again, “He’s been this way all morning.”
A soft, but gradually getting louder, “Don’t hurt me!” Was heard and you realized that Ludwig had finally managed to motivate Feliciano.
“I’ll ask him tonight at dinner,” you said and started to slow down, “see ya.”
“Ludwig, is everything ok?” you asked as the two of you washed the dishes from dinner.
Ludwig handed you a wet dish and nodded.
Never looking away from him, you dried it. “Ludwig, are you lying?”
He shook his head and handed you another dish.
“___________,” he finally said, “now is not the time.”
You frowned and accepted the dish. The two of you ended up finishing without another word passing between you two. When you were done you threw the now damp towel on the floor, “Ludwig, tell me now. What’s wrong?”
“Nothi-.” He tried to leave
“Don’t lie to me. Was it something I did?” You said as you blocked the door out of the kitchen.
You frowned, he was blushing. “It was, wasn’t it? You hate me now, don’t you?”
His eyes widened, “What? No!”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“WHAT THE HELL WAS FELICIANO DOING IN YOUR BED THIS MORNING?” he finally snapped.
It took you a total of five seconds to process what he said and another five to realize what the problem was. “Are you…are you jealous of Feli?”
He blushed, “No.”
You smiled, “You are, aren’t you?”
Hugging him you gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Aww, that’s ok, Ludwig, you know that you’re the only guy for me.” With that you jumped off and walked away.
“Wait, what was he doing in your bed this morning?” he called out.