hasn't seen the Italian in a while and makes his way to the man's house knocking on the door and then waiting.

had just weakly wrestled his way out of the thin blankets when he hears the distant knocks. He whimpers quietly; he doesn't want to get up and so he hopes the visitor can hear him. ".. Who's there!?"

can't hear anything so he gently tries the doorknob and finding it open. He pokes his head in. "Feliciano?" He calls out.

takes about a minute in his exhausted haze before he registers and recognises the voice. He sits up slowly, pulling a blanket over some of his naked form. "Here.." He responds, forcing his voice to carry.

cringes when he hears the sickly voice and steps in entirely. He heads upstairs and to Feliciano's room, lips thinning at his friends

state. "Feliciano.." He doesn't say anything more as he steps in and presses the back of his hand to the Italian's forehead. "Lay down."

exhales quietly, giving Ludwig a weary smile when he appears in the doorway. His hair is messy and curled, and he's drenched in cold sweat accompanied with a hot flush across his cheeks. "Mm.." He complies_

without hesitation, falling back on the mattress.

's lips thin further as he gently combs his hand through the Italian's messy hair. He doesn't say a word as he gets up to grab a wet and cold cloth. He returns and places it over the Italian's forehead. "Hmm,

have you taken anything for your fever?"

hums faintly, turning his head into the comforting palm. He pouts when he's left alone and shoves the warm blanket down to his waist, sighing in relief when he feels the cold drops on his forehead. "Ran out..!"

frowns at that. "Feliciano...you should have called me in that case. I'll go pick you up some once I'm sure you'll be fine while I'm gone to fetch them." He presses the back of his hand to the Italian's -

cheek. "What else are you feeling?"

looks a little better, at least emotionally, from the wet cloth cooling his forehead. "But.. I just ran out today. And my phone.. can't find it." It's partly true, at least. He doesn't have a phone on the night

table anymore, and has been too tired to go looking for his cell phone. "So warm.." He whines, then realises that's obvious. "Aah.. headache. A-and I can't cook like this." At this, he looks utterly miserable.

gazes at him sympathetically. "Stop worrying so much, I'll cook for you. Just lay down and rest. I'll be right back, ja?"

sniffles quietly, then hums and reaches up to pat the hand on his cheek. "Grazie, Ludwig."

him a small smile as he pats his head and gets up. He doesn't waste any time going to the store and buying the proper medication.

pouts a bit as he's left alone, but feels better now. He could always trust Ludwig to take care of him. He sighs and rolls over on his stomach, holding the cloth in place with his hand.

enters back into the house and grabs a glass of water before heading back upstairs to Feliciano's room and pulling a chair by the bed. "Feliciano? Are you awake?"

mutters some strange ramble of incoherent Italian in response.

checks Feliciano's temperature and wet clothe before grabbing it to re-soak it in cold water and re-place it on his forehead.

half-awake, trying to catch what little sleep he can. The fever had made even short siestas nearly unbearable. He shifts a bit, curling a hand close to his chest.

frowns. "Feliciano...do you think you can sit up so I can give you some medication?"

stays still for a few minutes before he groans and pushes himself up on his elbows, blinking up at Ludwig. "Does it taste good..?"

had two pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. "It shouldn't taste like anything if you swallow them."

stares at him silently, then forces a small smile as he nods and rolls over on his side. "True. Hand it over?"