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[TEXT] Can I come over? [/TEXT]

/text/ si si! I would enjoy the company immensely!

[romeoantics]

Just the usual. [He replies simply, looking down at the counter and playing with a fork that was left out.] Eating a lot of gelato. Making friends. Drinking wine. Nothing particularly interesting. I’ve been meaning to go and see some plays or something but I’ve been more motivated to go to clubs and get wasted than I have to sit down for two or three hours and think. 

[amore-di-pasta]

Making friends? What kind of friends? No no that is very interesting! We should go see an opera. I haven't been to the opera in a couple weeks and I want to see one! Would you go with me? 

[/Feli's head tilts to the side with a dazed confused look/]

Think about what? 

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[amore-di-pasta]

[TEXT] Can I come over? [/TEXT]

/text/ si si! I would enjoy the company immensely!

[romeoantics]

I can’t wait. [Romeo remembers just how much he loves his brothers and smiles at Feliciano as he picks out the wine. Stopping him from being a big, mopey bastard. They were the best.] 

I still can’t wait! [He laughs merrily at his brothers promise.] 

[amore-di-pasta]

[/Feli tilts his head. The way his brother is looking at him. Ah, he is the best little brother he could have ever hoped for/] Fratellino, stay as long as you like si? This company, it is good. I have missed you. [/He stirs his pasta, tossing it and giggles/] so what have you been up to as of late eh? Tell me!

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[captaintreppenwitz]

Well, I’m glad that I’m able to make you think that, Feliciano. 

[Ludwig had to will his body not to react to the other mans words or his movements.] It’s not a problem, no. [He responds cautiously, his eyes losing focus as he tries to decipher exactly what Feliciano is asking of him. On one hand, this wouldn’t be the first time he and Feliciano had shared a bed, but Italy had never really bothered to ask about it before, which implied that something has changed - or something is about to change. Something could happen. On the other hand, technically, something has changed. They haven’t shared a bed since their relationship was established so, technically, Feliciano could be clarifying that they were just sharing a bed and nothing was going to happen. This is too much. Ludwig doesn’t know what’s going on anymore.] You’re always welcome to sleep with me- sleep with me- uh- sleep in my bed- with me- I- hmph- 

[He is not handling this well at all. One part of him is telling him to just…go for it. Whatever it is. Go in for the kill - or, er, kiss, in this situation. The other part is telling him to be careful. He doesn’t want to overstep any lines.

In any romantic way, that is.

He feels like he’s going to explode. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! CUDDLING? KISSING? SEX? JUST SLEEPING? HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND THESE STRANGE ITALIAN MESSAGES, GOTT VERDAMMT. HE IS LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT, WEST GERMANY, HE KNOWS ABOUT BUSINESS AND WEAPONRY AND HOW TO MAKE NICE CLOCKS NOT THIS SILLY ROMANTIC CRAP THAT MIGHT ACTUALLY NOT BE ROMANTIC.]

I- Uh- I- Um- Well- You’re still welcome to- Uh- 

[WHAT.] 

[amore-di-pasta]

Ah, I am happy that it is not after all [/all of his nerves leave, small goosebumps on his arms remain and his eyes creep up to take in Ludwig's reactions with an innocent smile that brightens. How his cheeks flush and eyes close as he laughs sotto voce, with a clarity he hadn't before. Ludwig has no idea what he was saying because of how he stepped around the subject, half saying what he felt. He was afraid of the same thing, stepping over a line that he could only guess existed. He could not see it - so did that mean it was not there? Could he really say it? Could he? Ah Dio! It did not have to be so hard to open himself up to the possibility of rejection. What a predicament he was in/]

[/as he finished laughing his hands slid from holding Ludwig's to cup his face. Ah, his cheeks were so warm. Just touching him like this could make the Italian giggle and sigh/]

I am welcome to it si? Buona! Ludwig-

[/his thumbs ran over Germany's cheekbones in a slight caress and he almost did not do it. His tummy was flip flopping in such a way that had his heart not been racing so he may have thought he was sick/] I have another thing to ask you.

[/Feli stood up on his feet and leaned forward to just barely brush his lips against Ludwig's/] will you be mad at me tomorrow? If I [/he kissed him again more this time hoping it would be more clear to the German what he meant/] keep you up late? [/he laughs glad playfulness has come in place of any more shyness. It's making him a little more confidant even if he has no ideas of how to go about getting someone into bed let alone what comes after/] I would not want you to go to work mad at me.

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This 18th C. Italian aria heard first in Vivaldi’s opera Bajazet yet the former was not composed by him (more info) If you are listening for the first time then wait until like the half of it, let yourself be vulnerable to this angelic voice weeping in monologue.

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Mario Nuzzi, called Mario de’ Fiori, Mirror with three putti, Rome, 1660

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[amore-di-pasta]

[TEXT] Can I come over? [/TEXT]

/text/ si si! I would enjoy the company immensely!

[romeoantics]

Ah, red.

[He pulls away and smiles weakly, holding Feliciano’s hand.] You’re the best. [His stomach rumbles. Ah.] I was hungry- [He giggles quietly.] for amore.

[amore-di-pasta]

A very good choice! [/Feli laughs and twirls around dancing his way back to his mahogany cabinet that holds all of his finest wines and unique glasses. He takes down two large glasses and considers his options before picking a 2006 Camporignano Toscana that he uncorks and sniffs/] ah this has aged so nicely!

Get ready fratellino I am going to stuff you with so much amore and food that you will need to borrow my pajama bottoms that have the expandable waist line!

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Venice, Italy, 1890-1900

via The Library of Congress

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IT'S TMI TUESDAY

Ask me questions/submit me things!

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[tarantellamaestro]

Ah-! *something barrels into his leg and holds on, and though he’d heard the child’s running footsteps, he makes a show of looking surprised. tries to stifle the awful lurch of his heart as he looks down at that face. It is him. It has to be. The goddamn broom and the goddamn dresses Austria put him in-*

I didn’t even hear you coming! You definitely won this time - I surrender! *scoops the kid up around the middle and swings him around in the air. putting him down, he’s smiling but can’t help but feel conflicted. He’d loathed his little brother at this age. Nonetheless, it’s seems to have healed enough that he can admit the child is cute.*

Ciao ‘Feli’, my name is Lovino. *nods at the broom* Buon pomeriggio, Mr. Pushbroom. Oh- *laughs sheepish and lowers his voice* Do you think we should tell him, or keep our voices down so he won’t hear us? How-…where have you come from, Feliciano?

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Ehehehe I am good at hiding and running away! I'm so fast! [/he bounces a few times jumping up and down excitedly until he's scooped up and gets a closer look at the guy picking him up/]

Ehhhhhhhhhh you look like my fratello! [/pokes his nose squeakily laughing/] Have the same name as him too! That is such a coincidence! Wait till I tell him! [/he pats Lovino's cheek smiling/] Ciao!

[/he lowers his voice too/] We should tell him. I don't want to hurt his feelings. Then we can go find the place I was looking for! A kind old Signorina told me there was a park nearby and that they had a kiosk that served gelato. Mr. Austria won't let me have gelato but I hear it's very yummy [/he says the word starry eyed thinking of how nice that would be to try/] Do you know where that is?

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[tarantellamaestro]

[/chibitalia runs along with his pushbroom until he turns a corner and bumps into Lovino falling down. He squeaks in fear and scurries into a bush hugging his broom tightly/] c-c-ciao! I am so sorry! I was having too much fun racing my friend Mr. Pushbroom!

*a small child crashes into him as he’s turning a corner and he frowns, about to berate the kid for not looking where he’s going but they’ve fallen over and Lovino’s eyes bug because Oh God that child looks familiar- and sounds it, and Lovino’s forgotten how to talk.

But this can’t be right. It’s impossible, just a child that resembled his brother far too much.* Hey- What’re-

*change of plans.*

*he huffs but it’s somehow friendly, puts his hands on hips and makes a show of looking around and speaking aloud* Now where has that child gone? Where’s he got to? He’s so good at hiding I can’t find him anywhere! Do you think he could be over here-…? *walks a few paces away and looks behind a bench*

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[/He giggles from his hiding place, the bush shaking - not that it wasn't noticeable that the brooms handle was poking over the top of the bush/]

Shhh Mr. Pushbroom don't laugh so loud [/he whispers peeking through leaves as the man looks under a bench for him. Hearing that he runs over and jumps at his leg hugging it/]

I got you! You couldn't find me I won! I won!

[/he slides down and sits, his skirt fanning out around him as he crosses his arms and smiles up at the other Italian/]

Ciao! I'm Feli and that [/he turns around and points to the bush where he left his broom/] is Mr. Pushbroom. He thinks we're still playing hide and seek.

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[/chibitalia is giggling in the adorable way happy children do swinging around his pushbroom in a dance. He knocks into the taller man and his eyes widen staring up at him, he looks so much like his friend Holy Rome!/] Ciao! I was dancing with my pushbroom, he is not a good dancer so I have to teach him how! Do you know anything about dancing?

[A pause. What. There’s someone talking but he can’t- he looks down. Oh. Oh.] 

Do- I-…

[He’s a little in shock. He definitely wasn’t expecting this.] 

I know…a little about dancing. 

[amore-di-pasta]

[/Feli looks at his pushbroom then back up at the blond giant making a decision. He sets his broom down and curtsies/]

You do eh? Aha that is so wonderful! Would you be willing to teach me? I don’t really know how, I have only been faking it.

I think if I can learn to dance I can teach Mr. Pushbroom and then when my friend comes home I can teach him! I like teaching him things! When I do he sneaks me more food from Mr. Austria’s kitchen! I am not very good at the chores so some time I get punished for it.

[/he laughs innocently holding out his hands/]

I am sorry that I am so small. Nonno said one day I will grow up and become big and strong though so I have hope. My Nonno was wise about these things!