walking his dogs and stops when he hears singing.

sings a rather melancholic melody, though lacking the energy it deserves as he keeps his voice low. "Perdere l'amore quando si fa sera.."

frowns at hown sad it sounded unfamiliar with such a melancholic Italian. He slowly makes his way towards the singing as he watches Feliciano from afar at first.

unaware he's got audience, staring with unfocused eyes up at the dark sky. "Quando sopra al viso, c'è una ruga che non c'era.." He fiddles absently with his shirt, his words gentle despite the emotion they

carry.

doesn't want to interrupt the singing but feels like he should see what's ailing the Italian to make him sing like this...

soon dropped into a mumble, only a few words to be distinguished now. His eyes almost close as he drops his gaze to the ground.

steps forward, his lips still set in a thin line. "Feliciano...?"

startles at the sound of his voice, nearly falling off the wall. He keeps his balance though and stares at him. "A-ah, Ludwig? I.. I didn't hear you."

had tried to keep quiet. "I know you didn't..." He wasn't sure if he should ask if everything was alright because he knew it wasn't...from that singing he could tell.

pouted slightly, leaning on his hands which he'd placed between his knees on the bricks to stay balanced. "It's not kind sneaking up on people in the dark, silly.."

's expression is sad. "I wasn't being very sneaky...actually if you had glanced over even for second you would have seen me." He gets all three dogs to sit as he ties all three leashes to the pole beside -

him. "...Feliciano...you know you can talk to me...."

blinks and frowns in concern at Ludwig's expression. "Oh." Is all he has to say to the first observation. He swallows, the corners of his lips attempting a smile. "I know.. I was only singing, Ludwig."

quirks a brow at that unconvinced that it was 'only' singing. "I've known you for a long time Feliciano and I know that your singing is not just singing."

sighs, his shoulders slumping, feeling defeated. "Alright, no.. You're right, of course."

knew he was right. "Would you like to talk about it?"

hums sadly and bumps his heels against the wall. "Depends. Would you like to talk about love?"

's face flushes immediately. "L-love? Is that what's bugging you?"

just barely notices in the dark, chuckling quietly at the expected reaction. "Sì, it does." It had for many centuries. His expression fell as ge thought about it. "I think it's a very sad thing."

(he*)

swallows. "Why?"

stares at a patch if grass, bumping his feet. ".. Because it's so desired and amazing, but it can and will hurt awfully." He glances up at him. "Don't you think so?"

heaves himself up on the wall to sit beside the Italian. He's silent at first, unsure of how to answer that but decides to give it a try anyway. "I'm..." He pauses to formulate the words better. "I'm not one -

hundred percent sure but like in any relationship...." He glances up at the sky as his lips thin out. "There are always ups and downs. It's something that can't be helped...but from what I've read...it's a -

risk most people are willing to take."

a small smile when Ludwig joins him. He's surprised when he speaks, but actually pays attention to every word for once. "I know.. And it's all beautiful in the end, no matter the stings. I do think love

the best thing in the world, and it's worth all the downs... Yet it's still very, very sad." He falls silent for a little while, then hums quietly and leans on Ludwig. "Grazie."

tenses at first but relaxes at the contact. He goes quiet for a while trying to sort out what some of the hidden messages in Feliciano's words but he wasn't sure if he was getting them right. "Who made you -

sad, Feliciano?"

shifts silently to make himself comfortable, a careful smile on his lips until Ludwig asks his question. He freezes and feels as if his mouth's run dry. Eventually, he draws a shallow breath and shakes his head

. "No one, anymore. Not really.." It hurt him to say it.

frowns at that. He wasn't going to press forward, it wasn't his place anyway so he remained silent taking in that statement. Who was this person?

tries not to think about it, but it's difficult now. He rarely spoke of it to others and saying it out loud made it feel more real, if possible. Tears threatens to spill and he latches onto the German's arm,

hiding his face as best he can.

fills as if something has gotten stuck in his throat as he lets the Italian hold on to his arm. With his free hand he pats the others shoulder. He wasn't very good at comforting but he'd try for Feliciano.

whimpers quietly, different from the normal bawling he'd do over some trivial issue or yelling out. He knows the German is trying and that's all he needs.

wasn't used to this...he was more accostumed to the loud crying, this was very foreign to him. He pulls his arm free from the Italians grasp and wraps it around Feliciano's shoulders pulling him in against -

him as he presses tight to his side rubbing at his arm in what he hoped was soothing.

gulped almost inaudibly as he shifted when the Gernan did, teary eyes visible before he once again buried his face in the fabric of Ludwig's jacket. His trembling seems to calm after a while.

can feel his jacket moisten from the tears. He remains completely quiet allowing the Italian the comfort and time to cry out his pains. It made him feel horrible that this was all he was able to do for his -

friend and also half of him wanted to find this person and make them pay.

's crying eventually diminishes to small hiccups, a few silent tears trailing down his cheeks. He makes a small, grateful sound in the back of his throat, not finding it in him to speak up just yet.

wasnt going to force him to speak and merely continues to rub at Felicianos arm soothingly. When he notices the few tears he ceases the rubbing and lifts his hand, hesitantly at first, before gently wiping -

those tears away with his thumb. This was probably very uncharacteristic of him but he felt as if the time called for it and he pulled the Italian into a small but tight hug.

closes his eyes when the tears are unexpectedly wiped away, and then stares up at Ludwig in puzzlement. Before he can ask, though, he is effectively distracted by the hug which he returns without hesitation. _

He sniffles quietly, but is clearly doing better.

"We could go for pasta if you want?" He offers hoping that it might cheer him up a bit.

whispers a quiet 'grazie' before he clears his throat and nods, "I'd like that. I have lots in the kitchen." And other places in his house.. just in case.

nods as he pats the Italian's back before sliding off the brick wall and heading towards his dogs and untying them from the pole. "Is it okay if I place them in your backyard?"

swings his legs idly and wipes his face with the back of his hand before he jumps down, too. "Sì, just a safe distance from the garden, okay?" Feliciano cared for his vegetables, after all.

doesn't think Feliciano has to worry about his garden. He had trained his dogs well and so nods as he heads to the back of the house to place them in an area they could play before coming back. "I could cook -

if you want?" He knew the Italian probably wouldn't go for it but it was worth the offer.

just wants to make sure! Though he can't really doubt Germany's disciplining, it probably works better on dogs after all. He smiles a little amusedly at his question and waves it off as he turns to walk into

the house. "No need, grazie."

nods as he follows the shorter male into the house. He pulls of his jacket examining the tear stain before smoothing it over his arm. It would dry.

leaves his shoes on as usual in his own home and wanders into the kitchen. He washes his face and hands in the sink before finding a towel to dry himself off with.

had noticed this on the other occasions he's visited and so doesn't take off his shoes either as he follows the other to the kitchen and takes a seat at the table. "Are you sure you don't need help, Feliciano?"

only took his shoes off when carpets appeared, normally. He becomes aware of how his hands are still trembling slightly, trying to hide it by occupying them with finding ingredients in the cabinets. "Of course

not, silly." He hums lightly.

nods at that but makes sure to keep a close eye on the Italian, just in case.

gathers all he needs on a few counters, shooting Ludwig a soft smile. "You can probably find something entertaining in the house while you wait."

a little hesitant to leave the kitchen but resigned to doing so because he couldn't honestly stare at the Italian the whole time. "Call me if you need anything." He said before he exited to the living room.

"Sì." He replies as the other leaves. He soon cooks up water for the pasta while preparing the rest of the ingredients, finding comfort in the process.

glancing through Feliciano book collection. Many of them, he found, had something to do with drawing or were poetry books.

didn't have a lot of educational books, unless they were of his own creative interests, finding them tedious. He did have a good amount of romance novels, though~

soon realises this as his eyes goes over some titles with the word 'amore' or 'amante' which weren't hard to decipher.

's face flushes at this as he tries to find something else to look at.

hums on a more cheerful melody than earlier while he cooks, having settled for pasta carbonara. He owns some old plays and song books, though they are a bit dusted down as he knew most by heart.

notices these and pulls one out actually remembering that Italy had taken him to one of these plays in Rome.

( Now I hope you don't mind me making up random memories. xD )

( Italy's probably done too much for me to keep track on anyway, so as long as it's ic it's all good |D )

( Sounds good )

thought it only fair for any good guest to have such a wonderful experience as seeing theatre in Rome! He begins setting the table, yawning quietly while he wonders whether he should put out water or wine.

's eyes roam over words that he doesn't understand but enjoys the way it looks on the page and decides he should probably dedicate more time to learning Italian.

definitely wouldn't discourage him if he voiced that idea, taking pride in his language. Though Germany would manage fairly well in the North of Italy with his own native. In the end, he places normal and wine_

glasses on the table, along with a pitcher of water and a bottle of mild wine. "All done~" He calls from the kitchen.

glances over his shoulder at the direction of the kitchen before nodding, placing the book back on it's shelf and heading back. He enters the kitchen and is pleasantly surprised by the set up. "It smells good."

"Of course it does." He smiles, adding a 'grazie' afterwards for politeness' sake. He walks over to the table while gesturing towards a chair. "Sit, sit!"

does as he's instructed as he makes his way to the table and takes a seat at the gestured location. His eyes roamed over the setting a second time forgetting how organized Feliciano can be when it comes to -

things such as this. He'd wait till the other was settled in before making any movement for the food.

sits down in the chair next to him, filling the bottom half of his own glass with wine before offering it to Ludwig questioningly. On the other side of the table he'd pushed some documents and drawings to the

side so it all at least was safe from the food.

takes the wine greatfully before pouring himself a glass. He always had a good meal when he was with the Italian, that was fact.

one had a good meal with good company! Unless it was a British meal, in which case it shouldn't be allowed to be called a legal meal at all.. He puts his glass down and starts swirling the spaghetti around_

his fork.