a little drunk as he passes the Italian chatting up a local woman. He would never admit that he was a little bothered by the exchange either.

didn't notice the other nation until his company was briefly distracted by throwing a glance his way. He looks over and grins, "Buona sera, Ludwig!"

- "Guten Abend..." He greets back with a bit of a slur as he sits at one of the benches leaning back against it. He shouldn't have drank that much with the Scot.

temporarily oblivious to the signs of intoxication, mind more set on the woman. He signals for her to come with as they approach Ludwig, her looking a bit surprised at his language, probably having assumed_

he was another Italian. "I was just telling this lovely lady how wonderful she looks laughing, don't you agree?" He says charmingly, the woman covering her mouth to hide a flattered giggle.

glances at the both of them with a quirked brow. "Ja, very charming..." There was slight sarcasm in the tone.

isn't catching on at all, thinking Ludwig was just his usual awkward-around-women self, and turns to the stranger. "See! I can't believe you've not heard this more often, mia bella." The elaborated compliment_

earns the Italian a quite pleased looking woman and a hushed, lightly embarrassed reply.

doesn't even understand what the Italian sees in the woman...although, he will admit she was quite schön so maybe he did. He sits up resting his head in his hands. Whiskey was never a good idea...

there's something beautiful in every person! Besides, she was very polite and cute, and he'd picked up her purse earlier when she'd dropped it. His attention is drawn to her again as he keeps up a light-hearted

conversation.

should just leave for his room. He didn't know why he stopped when he had seen the Italian.

's conversation eventually ends with the lady having to excuse herself as it's getting late, though he recieves a kiss to the cheek and a number discreetly slipped into his palm. He hums happily when she's _

left and sits down beside Ludwig. "Ah, so lovely..."

rolls his eyes. "Do you even call any of them back, Feliciano?" He's still hunched over face in hands.

blinks at the question, briefly wondering why Ludwig was interested in knowing. He glances over to him with a slight frown, first now noticing that he doesn't look his best. "Well, sì.. Sometimes. It depends, _

really. Why?"

if he even has a chance with the Italian and at the question goes quiet...he really didn't have any reason to ask such a personal question...he was stepping over his boundaries. "Nevermind...it's none of my

business..."

purses his lips and frowns a bit, confused. He smiles carefully and taps the taller man's shoulder. "Is it maybe something about romance you wonder about? You know I'd probably answer better than your books."

flushes at the reminder of his book. He straightens his posture so he can glance down at Feliciano. "How would you tell someone you like them?"

visibly surprised by the question, though perhaps more so than he truly was. He taps his lips lightly in thought, then shrugs. "Well.. First of all you'd have to be certain the feelings were true, sì? Then _

it would be more likely that they were mutual. Hm.. And being in a comfortable location would help the mood, but.." He chuckles lightly, "There's no real manual to how you tell it. As long as it feels right,_

you can't really go wrong. However nervous you are, it'll just come naturally when it comes down to it." He gives a reassuring smile, then glances away for a brief moment.

...mein Gott..he was very nervous...he wasn't sure if he could do it....maybe this was a bad idea. How did he even know Feliciano had mutual feelings. That was a part of the explanation...make sure they have -

mutual feelings. His face flushes as he nods looking away too before turning his gaze back on the smaller man. "I-italy.." He almost stammered. "..I-i..." He pauses, this was certainly not something he knew how

to do.

".. Sì?" He glances over to him, then frowns lightly in concern. "Germany, are you alright..? Ah," He smiles a little and takes hold of his hand, "Is it the beer getting to you? Maybe we should get you to your_

room." He'd recognised the smell of alcohol on him a little while ago.

loses his nerves and just nods pathetically...he wasn't able to do it...

's worry increases, seeing how the other acted. He tightens the grip on his hand a bit and stands up, talking to him quietly. "Come on, then, it's not so far."

horrible but lets the Italian lead him. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get this close to confessing ever....

strokes Ludwig's hand lightly with his thumb, sending him a few smiles now and then as he leads him into the hotel and through the hallways. He is painfully aware of the other's mood, but doesn't realise why_

that is. He's used to people having been drinking feeling under the weather, though.

doesn't even want to talk anymore as he takes comfort in the soothing thumb strokes and the quiet that has oddly fallen between the two. It was strange not hearing the Italian chatter about anything for once.

hums an idle tune and swings their hands lightly in a feeble attempt at cheering up his friend. Eventually they reach Ludwig's room and Feliciano taps the door lightly while sending him an inquiring smile. _

"You have the key, right?"

's shoulders slump as they make it to his door and he merely nods his head as he rummages through his pocket for his key eventually producing it and passing it to the small Italian. He'd have too much trouble

trying to open the door in this state.

lets go of his hand and makes quick work of unlocking the door once he's given the key, pushing it open soon after. "There we go~" With that, he guides the other inside and closes the door behind them. "You'd _

like some water, no? Or perhaps lie down.. Whichever first! Both should do good."

sits down on the bed running his hand through his hair. "Wasser, bitte."

starting to wonder exactly how much he had to drink. It was seldom he saw him so down. He hums a cheery "Alright~" in response and disappears into the bathroom. He fills both of the glasses by the sink _

up with water, just in case, and returns to Ludwig. "Here you are, on the house."

swears he didn't have that much to drink. It was more the failure to admit his feelings that had him in such a low mood. He takes the water gratefully and slowly sips at it.

can only guess. He sits down beside him and pats his shoulder, not really knowing what he was trying to give comfort for.

didn't take that much comfort in the gesture anyway. "I think I should be fine, Feliciano, so if you want to leave you can..."

tilts his head and looks at him dubiously. "Ludwig, those words sound kinda empty." He moves his hand up to run his fingertips gently through the German's hair, his tone mildly reprimanding then turns _

softer. "I don't really feel like leaving you alone like this."

leans into the touch sighing softly at it's gentleness. "I've been in worse shape before...if that eases your mind."

chuckles a little, "I know that, Ludwig, we all have after all." He continues to brush through his hair, glad it seems to relax the other nation.