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Feliciano’s brain was getting awfully, awfully fuzzy.
And not the normal, ditzy kind– His mind was starting to go blurry, he was feeling all light and fuzzy, and the words in each sentence of the book he was trying to read had started to get fumbled up. No matter how hard he tried getting past this damn book, it was just too boring for him.
“Ludwiggggg,” He drawls out the name, tugging on his boyfriend’s sleeve feebly on the couch. Ludwig puts his laptop down, and glances up curiously at Feliciano.
Feliciano blinks; and tugs his sleeve again.
“Yes, Feliciano?” Ludwig asks.
The Italian doesn’t say anything. He just slumps next to Ludwig on the sofa, burying his face into the other’s lap. “Warm..” his usual chirpy voice now quiet and soft muffles through the room. “Ludwig’s so cozy.. ‘m getting all warmed up...”
“Ah.” Ludwig acknowledges, biting the inner of his cheek as he rubs his hand on Feliciano’s back. “You’re little right now, aren’t you?” he questions gently.
When he first encountered Feliciano’s regressions, he certainly was a mess at it. He didn’t know what to do, what to say, and frankly felt like everything he said just made matters worse. But, now armed with experience, Ludwig felt himself a bit proud at handling these episodes. He’s gotten better at it, at caring for Feliciano, he believes hopefully.
“Mhm” Feliciano nods, a wide eye peeking up at Ludwig.
Ludwig stretches his arms, and runs his hand through his pushed back blonde hair. “Do you want something?”
Feliciano lets out a breath, silent.
“A snack?” Ludwig suggests, tilting his head.
A tiny shake of the head.
“Would you like to nap?”
Another huff.
“Do you want to file some taxes?”
Feliciano pokes Ludwig’s belly, giggling to himself at the silly question. “No!” he sticks his tongue out, as if grimacing at the sheer thought of it.
Ludwig obliges him just this once, and his lips curl slightly upwards. He sighs, leaning his back against the couch. “Feli, you can't just poke me and expect me to know what you want.”
Feliciano just huffs again, crossing his arms as he looks away because clearly Ludwig should just know what he wants.
The German pinches the bridge of his nose in slight exasperation, his eyes scanning the room. What else, what else–
His eyes stumble upon a cabinet in the corner of the room. Ludwig’s memory takes him back, and he faintly recalls something in it that Feliciano could want right now. “One second, Feli,” he reassures the little and makes his way to the dusty cabinet. After rummaging and digging deep, he finds an old box of crayons and a book.
He places the two objects on the dining table, keenly watching Feliciano’s eyes go from droopy to twinkling. Frankly Ludwig doesn’t even remember where he had gotten a box of crayons from– but he decided, seeing Feliciano’s face light up, that it didn’t matter.
Feliciano opens the crayon box eagerly, his fingers already wrapped around shades of yellow and green. He bites his bottom lip in focus, eyes squinting at the blank sheet of paper.
Ludwig raises an eyebrow, “What are you doing, Feli?”
Feliciano tears away from the page and smiles. “‘m concentrating! Shhh!” he half whispers it. Ludwig nods dignifiedly, yes, of course he knew that. And because he was a smart man, he shut up too, settling down on the couch once more.
So while Ludwig continued on tapping away emails on his laptop, he spared glances at his boyfriend every now and then. He could hear the background noise of scribbles and Feliciano’s cheerful humming. The last time he looked up was when he felt a slight tug at his shirt again.
“Hm?” he lets out a curious note, pausing his typing to see Feliciano standing in front of him, holding a piece of paper with a beaming smile on his tanned face.
“I drew us!”
Ludwig takes the slip of paper, and looks at it: he sees a boxy, green dressed man with blond hair holding the hand of a shorter, rounder brunet. The pair both had smiles on their faces, and plenty of red hearts around them.
“I didn't know my eyes had hearts for them instead of pupils” he commented, smiling at the vivid childish drawing.
Feliciano only smiles brighter, “Of course you do! ‘s cause you love me. Obviiiiously!” the other nodded like it all made crystal clear sense and Ludwig was the silly one here.
Ludwig also nodded, biting back an amused smile. He ruffled Feliciano’s curls, and walked over to the kitchen’s fridge.
He took a magnet off it, and stuck the drawing under it. Feliciano watched him take a step back, hands on his hips. The Italian’s eyes sparkled with pride, as he bounced around the German enthusiastically. “Veee~ Did you like it? Did you like it lots??”
Ludwig steadies the vibrating man with his hand, smiling faintly, “Ja, I liked it.” He rubs his face with one hand, and keeps Feliciano close with the other. The other man radiated warmth, gleaming up at Ludwig like he was holding the moon for him.
Feliciano yawned, and that pulled Ludwig away from his trance. He sneaks a look up at the hanging clock on the wall, and flicks his tongue absent-mindedly.
“I think it's bedtime, Feli–” he had just begun his sentence before the other interrupted him with teary eyes and pouty lips.
“’s not even that late! I wanna draw more!” Feliciano hugged Ludwig’s sleeve like letting go would mean he’d leave.
“You can draw tomorrow, Schatz. It’s time to sleep” he said, sighing softly.
“I’m not even that sleepy! Pleaseeeee, please please plea–” The Italian had just begun pleading, before getting stopped by Ludwig. He looked up at him with the best innocent, pitiful, puppy eyes he could muster; that man could be clever when he wanted to.
Ludwig brushed away wild curls off Feliciano’s forehead, his heart thawing despite himself. “You’re so stubborn…” he murmurs, no real edge behind his comment as he cupped the cheek of the other man’s face.
Feliciano felt himself melt into the soothing action, allowing himself to bury his face deeper into the man’s larger fingers.
“Alright, how about this. If I carry you to bed, will you go? Tonight we’ll sleep together and tomorrow you can draw some more.”
Feliciano’s half pout immediately vanished in the blink of an eye, and Ludwig knew he had him. Before he knew it, arms were wrapped around his neck in an instant. Ludwig knelt down to scoop the brunet up.
“You’re so spoiled..” he mutters, affection seeping behind his half-hearted comment. Feliciano just giggles into the crook of Ludwig’s neck, his eyelashes fluttering against it sleepily.
He takes the two of them to his bedroom, and places down a sluggish Italian onto his made bed. Feliciano tugs on Ludwig’s sleeve yet again, pulling him into the toasty blanket. Ludwig distantly thinks of his impending emails, but pushes them away. He himself was tired. Just for one night, he’ll take a break.
A happy, muted hum escaped Feliciano’s lips onto Ludwig’s chest. His breathing slowed down, and Ludwig rubbed lazy circles onto his back.
“Mnmh.. Good night, Lud–..” Feliciano had just whispered it before his own sleep overcame him, not allowing him to finish his sentence. Ludwig had paused for a moment, waiting for Feliciano to finish it before he realised the other man had already fallen asleep.
He kissed the top of Feliciano’s locks of chestnut brown hair, before his own sleep came for him.