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Both Germany and Japan were melted on the sofa in the living room, watching some TV show that none of them had ever heard about, Italy had forced them to come down and eat something for once, he understood that they needed to work, they were busy people but sometimes they let it absolutely overwhelm their lives and they do nothing but work, they rather conveniently forget to eat and sleep, they had done it again and both of them looked absolutely exhausted and even hungrier, and he loved to cook for them so everyone benefitted.
While he checked that nothing was going to boil over of he went to go check on them Kiku had started to doze off on Ludwig's shoulder, he was quite light so he didnt even notice that he had dozed off until Feliciano came into the room and smiled softly at the sleeping form, and told Ludwig to not move until he said the food was served, as not to wake the other up, Ludwig had no qualms against this, he was warm and didn't particularly want to move either.
The smells coming from the kitchen were absolutely heavenly, spurring his repressed appetite to life and making his stomach growl almost constantly, one particularly loud gurgle had gotten an amused giggle from Feliciano and a very red-faced Ludwig.
"Are you hungry?" Said quietly so as not to disturb the sleeping one.
Face still red as the dawn sun Ludwig nodded and Feli said "But you have to wait until it's cooked, it's almost done!"
Obediently he waited, absentmindedly fiddling with Kikus's hair as a way to distract himself from his hunger, his hair was nice, raven black even with some of the odd iridescence that bird feathers had, and the smell from the kitchen was becoming cloying in how strong it was and he really really wanted to get up to see what was being cooked, but he didn't mainly because he was warm, comfortable and absolutely exhausted, and Kiku, he would not move because of that too.
It didn't take too long for Feli to finish cooking, and as Ludwig slowly woke up Kiku, he came in carrying plates upon plates of food, delicious smelling and even more delicious looking, which caused his stomach to start yelling at him once more, even more violently this time round. Kiku had woken up both to the smell and Ludwig's abhorrently loud stomach, he was still a bit bleary as Feli told him to eat his fill.
He hadn't eaten a filling meal in a while, and while cup ramen was by no means not filling, this was different, and still a little sleepy he started to pile food onto his plate, far more than he would normally eat, but his tiredness allowed him to not register that and just keep eating until he finished the plate, feeling full he still wanted more for some unfathomable reason, and so the cycle repeated. The other two watched in slight confusion, more so Ludwig than Feli, who was just happy that Kiku was finally eating his fill, probably more than that but he was still eating so he can't have been all that full yet.
Ludwig was eating at a more normal pace and seemed far more present than Kiku, who had already started to nod off again, but he ate far more, over a longer period of time, slowly but mechanically eating and savouring the food given, and well there was just so much of it, so many different dishes that he didn't, really couldn't restrain himself, the amount of food finally placating his complaining stomach, and then some more on top of it, as a treat; its not like he eats like this every night.
Whether he ate last night is debatable, he would say that a pack of peanuts counts as food while Feli would very much not count that as a meal, but to anyone, this would have counted as positively a feast, Feli woke Kiku up for dessert, he wasn't as good at baking as his cooking, but that definitely didn't mean it was bad, he was still working the percentages of everything out, and this time he made a treacle cake that Ludwig swore probably weighed a kilogram a slice, it was just so dense, delicious though, sweet enough to overwhelm all senses in the best way possible, sticky and thick.
Feli gave them both a very large slice, they both ate it all, it rest in their stomachs like lead, but god it was good. Kiku had once again fallen alseep, really it was doubtful he had slept at all in the past week if he was falling asleep at the first chance to do so, but then again Ludwig was also very tired, and the food made him feel so warm and cozy inside, maybe he should take a little nap too...
"Ludwig?"
"euugh?"
"Wake up, I can pick Kiku up but you're too heavy, go to bed ok!"
Ludwig managed to pull himself to bed that night, with a tired Feliciano picking up an exhausted Kiku and dumping him on the bed before climbing in himself, bemoaning the state of his back, he was 2000-odd years old, it made sense his back hated him despite being no more than 30 physically, falling asleep almost immediately, on one side of Ludig while Kiku was on the other, and despite what it seemed Kiku was the clingier of the two when asleep, not like that was saying particularly much, they were both clingy.
God this felt nice, stomach full till bursting, he had nothing to do tonight, no work, he wouldn't have to wake up early tomorrow and could have a good lie in, his two favourite people by his side, one snoring the house down and the other grabbing him like his life depended on it.
He could swear he felt the lump of food in Kiku's gut digging into his back, he had eaten quite a bit, especially for his size, he was always so petite, really very thin, it was unlike him to stuff himself like that, but again its not like he ate as much as he did on a regular basis, he stroked his stomach a little, it was complaining again, mostly from being overfull, but he could handle it as he rolled over a bit to sleep, hugging Feli while he was at it.
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The night came and went, the sun rose but no one rose with it, Kiku had become the blanket in all meanings of the word and Ludwig had curled around the fusion of blanket and Kiku that inevitably happened every night they actually slept, and those two intended to sleep till midday at the very least, leaving Feli with enough time to cook up a storm.
His two boyfriends really did not eat enough, it showed more on Kiku than it did on Ludwig, he could pick the former up without much issue, which was saying something because he was not particularly strong, and Kiku was only a little shorter than he was, by an inch or so, and Feli wasn't particularly heavy either, but Kiku weighed a good almost 5 or 6 kilograms less than him. They were both absolutely dwarfed by Ludwig though, Kiku was 5'4, Feli was 5'5, and Ludwig was 6'2.
He may have been a large man, but he was still badly fed, it didn't show itself as well, but he could see the pale, almost clammy skin, eye bags large enough that his glasses didn't cover them, a constant headache that only got alleviated when he ate was enough to say that he didn't eat very well. He was very young compared to the both of them, he was only about 150, he thought himself indestructible, but no matter how much they pushed themselves they were still partially human, Feli, as well as really all of the old world had found that out the hard way.
He had heard stories of why England's right had still twitched uncontrollably when he was stressed, he knew for a fact that Spain had once pushed himself so far during his heyday that he fucked up his left arm for good, he knew Prussia used to overwork himself sometimes to the point where he couldn't stand. He himself had terrible shoulder pain
And he would not let that happen to them.
Japan, as in the nation was well known for its relentless work ethic, and Kiku was in no shape to whittle anymore off of himself to bend over backwards for his bosses, Feli wouldn't allow that, they had to enjoy life as much as they could now before who knows what happened and catapulted them back into hard times.
Pancakes and waffles would be good, they were dessert food pretending to be breakfast and that was exactly what he wanted, and he couldn't make them as good as for example Belgium, The Netherlands or Canada, but he could still make them very well, calorie rich and very sweet, enough to appeal to anybody's sweet tooth, and by God those two had sweet teeth to appeal to.
And the customary tea and coffee of course, no breakfast was complete without it.
He hummed as he cooked, a cheerful tune by Verdi, la Donna e mobíl, with not yet midday sun blazing through the windows and the kitchen alive with the smell of sweet things, like pancakes and syrup, waffles and chocolate chips, the likes of food over which a child would absolutely lose their minds over if they were served, and the likes of which hopefully Ludwig and Kiku would love to eat, it was made with so much slender love and care that it would be a crime not to, and they were very good pancakes.
Berlitz and Aster had started to nip at his heels for their breakfast, which was fair considering they were usually fed earlier, blackie was most likely asleep in the cuddle pile upstairs or running about in the garden after a butterfly, and an enthusiastic bark from the garden indicated that it was indeed the latter, after feeding them and the cats, both of which had taken to lazing about the windowsill in the spring sunshine, he went up to wake up the two.
God, they were adorable in the way they slept, Ludwig's hair normally so neat, gelled back with an absurd amount of hair gel, now mussed up, curled about Japan and his blanket, the dark circles under his eyes were less visible now, though they were still there, and due to Kiku sleeping like a cat, with his arms covering his head, he couldn't see exactly if the same was happening for him, but he assumed as much.
Feli was the one out of the three that snored, and he snored like a jackhammer, so now the room was quiet, and it smelled faintly like wet cat, he would investigate that later once the other two got up.
"Innamorato, amore, wake up, breakfast is ready."
Ludwig responded quite normally, by attempting to get up and looking around blearily until he figured out what to do, while Kiku also responded characteristically by burrowing himself into the blanket like his very life depended on it, as you do.
It took the normal amount of cajoling to get the both of them out of bed and onto the breakfast table, where they both started to wake up a bit more and realise that once again they had an absolutely insane amount of food just sitting in front of them, so lovingly cooked for them by their boyfriend that it would be a mistake not to eat it, and yummy enough that it would be murder not to, and despite the overly filling dinner of last night, they still wanted to eat.
This time they talked and laughed through the meal, which really could be considered brunch, not breakfast as it finished near about 2 in the afternoon, they had both eaten quite a lot, and they felt warm, sluggish, and heavy, the perfect mood for one to say...read a book, or do some sowing on the sofa, catch up with things that they had neglected for work while wrapped up in a blanket (at least in Kiku's place, that man loved his blankets with a passion) Feli got on with his knitting, a calming and repetitive motion that didn't need much though to go into it for it to work, Ludwig was reading, he had been trying to get through an absolute stack of Russian classics for a while.
Naturally, with all the names and multiple derivatives of said names, he needed a notebook just to keep track of who was who, at least Gogol and Dostoyevsky had few enough characters that he didn't precisely need the notebook, he just wanted it to psychoanalyze the characters, Tolstoy absolutely required the notebook, war and peace was a fucking beast, and in his experience, the only other book that came close was Les Miserables, Hugo and Tolstoy would have loved each others writing styles, maybe that's why Ivan and Francis got on so well; both had the ability to ramble on for hours on absolutely anything.
He got lost in thought for a bit about communication styles between nations, Gilbert spoke directly and to the point, Arthur beat about the bush sometimes but was often almost painfully blunt otherwise, Feli sugarcoated things quite a lot unless it was for people he genuinely loved, coming off as vapid and ditzy to people for reasons that Germany doubted even extensive therapy could pull out of him, Kiku could rival Arthur and Gilbert in just how blunt he could be when he really wished to, but had a way of incorporating flowery language into his speech so he could make that would normally be an insult sound almost pleasant, it was odd how he managed to do that as well as he did.
He hadn't noticed Feli leaning against his side peacefully as he knitted, and he hadn't noticed Kiku having picked up his novel and started to read it, a very comfortable atmosphere indeed had been built up, Berlitz was sitting almost on Kiku as he read and the cats had decided to collectivise on the sofa armrests, Blackie had calmed down and was sitting at their feet with Aster, and it was just nice.
They stayed like that for a few hours, just enjoying each other's presence quietly, Kiku and Ludwig started talking about Chekhov and Feli added in his very insightful bits of literary analysis, he had taken a break from knitting because his shoulder hurt and he went to go get a heat pack before it got any worse, he returned with the heat pack perfectly placed, and snacks, popcorn, some chocolate and soft drinks, nothing there was healthy at all, but why not indulge themselves a little, it's not like they ate like this every day, and it was their holiday so to speak.
The three all held a fondness for old silent black-and-white movies, Charlie Chaplin was a favourite of the three, so that was what they did, they were stupid and the humour was outdated by a good century, but it was still in good fun for the lot of them, and just like that they had managed to while away a whole day doing nothing of particular use, but it was fine, they didn't always have to be useful, they could enjoy themselves now while they still could, and this time for dinner all three cooked.
Well more as Kiku and Feli cooked, Ludwig baked, he was not very good at cooking at all, a trait that was seemingly passed down in the entire northwestern region of Europe, a painful inability to cook but baking skill that could rival that of the gods, it worked in their trio though, two who could cook and one who could bake, infinitely better than whatever England and Prussia had going on, or what Norway and Finland had going on, those concoctions could very well be considered crimes against humanity.
Kiku was making gyoza, and he always did so with utmost care and precision, Ludwig knew how to bake the best motherfucking black forest cake you have ever eaten off by heart and Feli was making pasta, yes it was stereotypical but everyone liked pasta and carbonara, a nice heavy dinner for the three of them, which all three savoured, probably eating more than they should have, all three of them had filled their stomachs to their brims, and then traipsed over to the sofa where they sat their asses down, Ludwig took out his laptop and finished something he had to do yesterday for lack of anything better to do, resting it on the crest of his tight stomach.
Italy had a face on, a face that the other two knew by experience what meant, and they were both up for it, and after a quick discussion, some slight confusion and way too much arousal, they settled on foodplay, they had done it before on occasion, but now they were all very full, and Kiku had brought up the idea of doing it in costume, maid costume specifically, mentally Ludwig was absolutely drooling over the thought of eating out of Feli or Kiku's hand, eating until they told him to stop, he liked being obedient and this was perfect for it, and him being in a maid costume while doing it wouldn't exactly be detrimental would it now?
They got the goods ready, there was still quite a lot of cake left over from dinner, that was what they would be using for the foodplay bit, Feli got the ropes lovely and red as always, Kiku got the maid dresses, the one that Ludwig was given was more than a bit tight in more than a few places, tight on the entire torso, his chest looked like it wanted to burst out of it, as did his belly, which looked quite a bit rounder than it normally did, not like he was complaining, it felt nice when he poked it, despite being almost painfully full he was looking forward to filling it more, he didn't quite yet know why he just knew he was looking forward to it.
Japan in his own maid outfit looked absolutely stunning, Ludwig's was black and his was blood red, he also had cat ears and fishnets that Ludwig decided against when they were ordering these, they were custom ordered and yet they were tight on both of them, though far tighter on Ludwig than Kiku, on whom it only seemed a little stretched around the belly.
Then there was Feli, it would be easy to assume that he was the submissive one of the three, oh how wrong that was, both love (and lust) struck idiots expected a lot from Feli, but what they didn't expect was him to still be fully clothed, but with a riding crop, and a lot of food.
The lights in the room were dim, but with still enough light to see, they were ordered to get down on their hands and knees, Ludwig did so without question, while Kiku needed a little bit of coaxing by means of the riding crop being smacked (very lightly) across his calves, to get him to submit.
Due to his disobedience, Kiku would have to wait, while Ludwig was beckoned towards Feli, cake in hand and was told, no ordered, to eat it all, it was a very large slice of cake, dense and thick, and his stomach was already so very full, but he ate it, Feli feeding it to him with such love and tenderness, his stomach ached as he ate, but he ate it all; next Kiku was beckoned, he came with more apprehension (though really he wanted it perhaps more than Ludwig, but this was the game he played) watching Ludwig eat like that was already arousing enough, his panties were already quite soaked just imagining it, he was painfully hard as Feli called him over.
He was also presented with cake, and despite also being very full, he ate it with gusto, so much so that Feli gave him another slice, and then another on top of that, his stomach hurt so bad but it also felt just so good, his stomach was well over capacity and was absolutely rock hard to the touch, his costume had some stretch to it, and good for him too, considering that his stomach was now sticking out a little from his normally very thin frame. Feli could tell that Kiku was wet, he kept teasing him for a bit, pressing his stomach and stroking nimble fingers over it until he finally lifted up the skirt to...service him as it was.
Ludwig couldn't hold himself any longer and started to touch himself, trying to remain quiet as not to alert Feli, which of course failed, and he got his punishment, he hadn't been authorized to touch himself, and the ropes had come out for a reason, his hands tied behind his back and then further to the bedstead while he was fed, the cake was going to be finished and there were only 2 slices left, and Kiku had already had three, Ludwig had only had one, you can see where the maths was adding up to.
The food managed to find its way inside Ludwig's overfilled stomach, and he was reduced to a red, wet, flushing mess by Feli and his skill, kissing him from the mouth down the neck, suckling where he wished to, and his hands climbing deftly up his legs to the nether regions, Feli himself was hard, but that was irrelevant, he had to finish pleasuring them before himself, though luckily that didn't take very long as a pained sounding moan indicated that he was going to cum; after that Feli pleasured himself while the two lay in bed, nursing their painful stomachs.
Feli being the only one present who could formulate a sentence said "You two should gain some weight." To which the two didn't respond, and fell asleep almost immediately after, leaving Feli to clean up to the best of his ability before laying down himself, the two were very resolutely in food comas so they wouldn't notice him touching their bellies like he did, god they would look so much more perfect a little fatter.