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*worn hands, dry and dusty from the soil pick up his phone for a notification. He dials a number*

[VOICEMAIL] What is this about leaving? You can’t go without seeing me. I-… *that horrible moment he realises Ludwig can, quite easily, and he’d be well within his right* I-…Please? I’m-…I’ll fly over- I’ll leave right now, or you come here, or just- *the phone notes a long pause, Lovino’s face buried into the crook of his elbow - he has no excuses, nothing to say…and he’s terrified. That’s all he has.

He can’t tell what the fuck has happened to his voice by how it feels, but it’s high and desperate* Find me, OK? I love you.

[It was a shock. The voicemail. A voice he hadn’t heard in...years? Was it really years? At least not outside of memories and dreams. He has so many questions for Lovino. Where did you go? Where have you been? Why talk to me now that I’m about to leave? Why am I still so in love with you?]

[Once he manages to sort through his thoughts, though, he doesn’t hesitate. Of course he is going to find Lovino. Why would he ever pass up an opportunity to find him. Hold him. Tell him he...loves him too? Especially after all this time.]

[He holds his phone in front of him, staring at the keypad, unsure of what to type. Phoning doesn’t feel like an option. They can’t keep communicating through voicemail. That’s unproductive and won’t get them anywhere. Eventually, Ludwig manages the following:]

[TEXT] When and where?

#Tarantellamaestro #*KICKS OPEN A DOOR* BOOM BABY.#submission

A warm breeze sweeps in from the South. "Ludwig? I apologise for being late, I got caught up in business-" Bad excuses, poor excuses, but it didn't matter right now - not when the other was here tangible in front of him as he approaches. Hands bunch under the collar of the blond's shirt as he pulls Ludwig into a kiss, and he wills himself to calm down a notch and relax, smoother as the grip slips to the back of his neck. He kisses him again because he has to. "I hope you are having a good year?"

Ludwig turns around and looks at the figure, practically glowing, in front of him. Warm. Familiar. Comforting. He smiles softly, hardly hearing the apology as his heart beats rhythmically, and his cheeks flush pink - because someone he has been waiting to see for a long time is here in front of him, and Ludwig doesn’t even know where to begin.

He falls into the kiss easily, his hand automatically dropping to the others familiar waist and pulling him closer. Letting go doesn’t seem like an option, so when their lips part, Ludwig stays close, holding his companion firmly, taking in every touch and word like he needed it to breathe.

He opened his mouth to respond - The year has hardly started. I’ve missed you.

When the familiar beep of Ludwig’s alarm clock sounded, he awoke with a loud groan. He rolled over and purposefully hit the snooze button, deciding that today...he was just going to pull the sheets back over his head and go back to sleep.

#ic #but like total fanservice for myself so shhhhhh #tarantellamaestro #tbh #Anonymous

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*something he can’t pin down decides Diogo isn’t as happy as someone ought to be on their birthday.

he decides to ‘fix’ that by stepping forward, cupping his face and kissing him.*

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[there isn't a beat of hesitation, just an overeager, instinctual grab at Lovino's waist to pull him forward and let him help forget why Diogo had been despondent to begin with. something to be said for Lovino's ability to know just what someone needs, perhaps. he mumbles against his lips once he's done with the initial go] Is that how you say happy birthday in Italian?

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*something like a pellet slams into his heart. Oh, it’s been some time since he’s heard that voice, seen this face. It’s not a look he can hold more than a couple of seconds*

Oh, move. *tangibly exasperated and impatient, he barely leaves space at the end of the Dutchman’s questions before half-pushing, half-swerving around the blond and into the house* Quick before I change my mind. *slight drawl* There’s no-one else here with you, is there?

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[Jan's eyes are wide in seeing the Italian face to face, not since the coffee machine at work had the two "confronted" each other and for the blond-because they barely acknowledged each other's existence, he thought that was their new modi operandi. However he is stunned into further silence as Lovino bursts past him]

[Half turning, his face is cold and marble against the intensity of the Italian's usual blinding blaze that was his inner fire. It was the only reaction the Dutchman could muster at such a sudden "visit"]

No. Not at the moment.

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*pulls up outside Jan's house in his red sports car, gets out and forces himself to ring the doorbell and knock as opposed to kicking it down from all the pent-up energy and tension*

[poking his head out the window and seeing the Italian, the Dutchman is stunned. What could the other possibly want from him? Hurrying down the stairs, he thinks the worst but is sure not to show such emotion as the door is opened.]

Lovino? What brings you here?

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Attempting to get back to work, Jan was still on vacation time as he filed through the papers, absent-mindedly replacing manila folders into a cabinet.

Perhaps he needed coffee, before another nation would tell him hello, congratulations and welcome back and he would merely grunt an answer. Was everyone always this damn chipper?

Turning into the break room, he pauses to find a certain Italian already occupying the space. Well, maybe now he had an answer to his earlier answer after all. Jan thought of turning away, but to hell with it all, he really needed coffee.

With a casual stroll, he quietly approached the counter, perhaps to give Lovino a chance to flee if he so wanted.

#tarantellamaestro #[[small quick starter for you ma'am?]]