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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Sept 6, 2011 19:38:24 GMT -5
Ludwig's plane touched down at Fiumici Airport at a little past 11 o'clock in the morning, but with his body still set to New York time, it felt more like dawn than mid-morning. Combined with the fact that he had barely slept a wink on his nine hour flight from New York thanks to having a seat between a snoring businessman (constantly threatening to drool on Ludwig if he let his guard down) and an older gentleman who was up and down out of his seat every ten minutes, and in front of a woman who complained loudly whenever Ludwig tried to recline his seat, he was feeling sleep deprived and understandably grumpy.
He made his way across the tarmac to the airport building, briefly appreciating the Italian sunshine, and trudged wearily through passport control and customs before waiting to collect his luggage from the conveyor belt. He absently fished his phone out of his jeans pocket and switched it on, opening his browser to see what correspondence he'd missed in the last twelve hours. He instantly regretted it and grimaced at the e-mails that had piled up. As tempting as it was to deal with them all right then and there, he forced himself to close the browser and put his phone away- he was on holiday, he reminded himself, and his work e-mail was off limits for the next two weeks. After all, it would be rude to Feliciano to be constantly checking his e-mail when he was trying to show him all the wonders of Rome.
Ah yes, Feliciano- the whole reason for this trip. When he'd collided with the little Italian in Verona two years ago, Ludwig had never thought he would cling to him so persistently. Within a few hours or their inauspicious meeting, Ludwig had met most of Feliciano's family and been taken on a whirlwind tour of the city by his new self-proclaimed friend. The rest of Ludwig's time there had been spent with Feliciano, and promises to keep in touch since that fateful trip had been enthusiastically upheld on both sides. This trip to Rome was their first time meeting since then, and Ludwig was more than a little nervous- he was socially awkward at the best of times, and he could never get rid of the feeling of uncertainty surrounding his relationship with Feliciano. Why should a vibrant, passionate, colourful young man like him want to spend time with someone as dull and gauche as Ludwig? Still, it had been Feliciano who had insisted so persistently that the two of them should meet up, and Ludwig could not deny that he enjoyed Feliciano's company imensely (not that he'd ever explicitly admit it).
Suitcase in hand, Ludwig quickly made his way to the arrivals area, where noisy crowds were gathered waiting for loved ones, and others with signs waited for businessmen. He didn't know why he'd bothered hurrying here- Feliciano was habitually late, and he was sure it would be at least another fifteen minutes before the little brunette bobbed through the crowd to cheerily greet him. All the same, the fear of today being the exception to the rule forced Ludwig to be there on time. He leaned against a pillar, taking a little of the weight off his feet after the long, sleepless hours, and kept an eye out for his friend, determined not to check his phone to pass the time. He really wished he hadn't finished his book on the plane.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Sept 6, 2011 21:38:56 GMT -5
The sun shone down brightly upon the smooth, sleeping face of one Feliciano Vargas as the light sound of gentle snores and an occasional "veh" could be heard coming from his person. The sky was lightly clouded overhead as the sun peeked out between white puffs, a cool wind making the temperature pleasantly warm in comparison to the stifling heat of some days before. Despite being April, there had been some particularly warm days this month, for what reason nobody really seemed to understand. Perhaps it was that global warming nonsense. Either way, the temperature was perfect today. Ideal weather for an afternoon nap, despite a few heavy looking grey clouds, no? So had the thoughts been of the little Italian about an hour or so ago before he disappeared and left a pile of haphazard papers, books and incomplete assignments from his classes in a messy pile somewhere in his trail. Stretched out comfortably as he was under an overhand, Italy dozed peacefully - his dreams filled with anything from rainbows to unicorns to pasta or even unicorns eating pasta under a rainbow.
The day had been fairly uneventful so far. Wake up to a bright, exciting day only to go through his morning routine with such excitement that it almost frightened his poor Zia Gina. After that, he’d tried to calm himself enough to paint for awhile or even attempt to work on the holiday assignment he’d been given-- to no avail. After a brief scolding for not focusing from his Zio Luca, Feliciano had set out for a walk around the city to try and distract himself from the great event later that day. Somewhere along the way, the clock struck three and the little Italian, so worn out already, flopped under the nearest little overhang and dozed off. Now, rear end in the air and a strange little cat curled up on his back, the brunette dozed peacefully - oblivious to the light, quiet rainfall that had begun around him.
Life had been fairly monotonous as of late and Feliciano hadn’t quite decided if he liked it or not. Ever since his mother had arranged for him to come to Rome for a few weeks with his relatives, things had definitely taken a spin off the norm. There was always almost constant bickering or overly affectionate ongoings somewhere or another and if not, there was some form of disaster in the works by yours truly. But, despite the chaos that ensued, Feliciano was glad for this opportunity to spend time with his relatives and on top of that he even got to see Ludwig again! Yes, it had already been a week he’d spent alone with Zia Gina and Zio Luca and this week, today of all days, Ludwig was coming to visit! Oh the excitement. It had been almost… two years since he’d last seen the blonde German and Feliciano couldn’t be happier. The little brunette didn’t know why, or what it was about the German but there was something he loved so dearly about that man. It was silly yes, and probably childish to an extent, but whoever claimed that Feliciano was particularly ‘grown-up’ in the first place? The mere thought of just seeing him again nearly made the small Italian stir in his sleep as a pleasant murmur of contentment escaped his vocals. It really was nice seeing doitsu again.
And so in this fashion subconscious thoughts that actually made some sort of remote sense curled themselves through the rainbows and unicorns of Feliciano’s dreams as the young artist slept on. It was beginning to get chillier but instead of curling up, the brunette shivered instead, lost in his dreams. With his legs jutting out awkwardly in the path, Feliciano hadn’t the slightest inkling, asleep as he was, of any possibly approaching footsteps and so hadn’t the time to move as a group of people neared. He dozed on, oblivious to the passing crowd as people either went around or over him. Even a group of little Italian children, all chattering excitedly over his rather sprawled out stance couldn’t wake him and so, ever so slightly disturbed, Feli slept on. He didn’t feel the little hands tugging gently at his hair as one of them tried to wake him nor did he hear the silly shrieks of a small girl as she pointed to the cat and giggled. ‘cerca un gatto!’ she exclaimed, pointing her chubby little fingers at the tabby that blinked and looked on, sleepily. He didn’t hear the teacher call to her students nor did he even notice with anything more than a twitch as they waved goodbye and called quiet little giggling ‘ciaos’ after him.
As more feet approached, Feli remained off in his own little world, a quiet voice slowly managing to drift into his dreaming stream of consciousness. The feeling of a light weight being lifted off his back and the quiet mewl that sounded as the kitten decided it was time to go, finally stirred the drifting artist. At that moment a rough little tongue started licking his cheek and Feliciano contorted his features, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Wh-what time was it? He yawned and looked around the square, getting to his feet. Uh, oh, it looked a lot later than this morning when he’d first set out on his walk. Looking around quickly, Feliciano asked for the time and almost cried out in disaster as an elderly lady gave it to him. Her gaze was startled for a moment but when the quiet stream of tardi, tardi bubbled out of the young man, she smiled as if knowingly. Feliciano was oblivious and he turned, giving the woman a charming smile before darting off on his way to the airport-- or what he thought was the way to the airport. These Roman airport directions sure were confusing. He had to ask four people before finally skidding into the terminal. It was needless to mention that by this point he was a little bit more wet than before, if not enough to be considered soaked: he did drip, a lot.
Panting and careless to his physical state or appearance, the young artist looked around, trying to spot above everyone else that blonde head. He hoped he remembered exactly what Ludwig looked like! If not, this was going to be much harder than he’d expected. Luckily for Feli though, he spotted the other man almost immediately and the moment he did a swelling beam rose in his stomach, a pink tinge touching his cheeks as the small one nearly burst from excitement.
“Doitsu!” he exclaimed without thinking. There were a few startled looks from all around but Feli ignored them as he started for the blonde man just across the way. Where the nickname had originated, the young artist barley even remembered. All he did recall was that he’d once heard Kiku use the term and later found out it meant ‘Germany’ in Japanese. Sometime after the initial departure it had just re-occurred to him and stuck-- and Feliciano just began subconsciously calling Ludwig that. He wondered if the other even knew it was to him said term referred. No matter.
“Doitsu, doitsu!” he exclaimed, nearing the tall blonde. Before the other even had a chance to react, Feli launched himself at the tall young man and hugged him tightly in greeting. “You’re finally here, veh!” he cried, cheerfully. “I’ve waited days and days and days and days, and you’re finally here! I have everything ready to show you all of Rome! And guess what, there’s a festivale in Venice I want to take you to and the museums are all open and, and OH! My Aunt Gina and Uncle Luca want to meet you, and oh there’s a new shop that’s opened just around the corner from our little house and I have a cat I want to show you and oh doitsu! I’m so glad you’re finally here!” he chattered on, finally letting go and clinging instead to the poor man’s arm.
Looking up, Feliciano felt his gaze brighten as he beamed up at the friend he hadn’t seen in years. It was so strange that after all the planning and waiting and planning and waiting and more waiting he was finally here! Ludwig really was here, in Italy-- in Rome just to see him! The young artist couldn’t be happier.
notes: I added a tiny part about Kiku since we three kinda already determined that the three of them knew each other. If anyone has an issue with it, I can make it some random Japanese merchant who bought one of Feli’s Germany landscape paintings. Also, I had that picture and saw it after I wrote the post and went OHEY IT MATCHES, so I added it. XD; words: 1,436
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Sept 7, 2011 5:02:57 GMT -5
(Haha, that picture is totally appropriate!)
Ludwig had been optimistic in his estimations. Although he'd sent Feliciano a text soon after arriving, he'd had no response, and half an hour later he'd seen neither hide nor hair of the tardy Italian. Minutes stretched on like hours. It was hard to ignore the suspicious looks the security personnel shot him, concerned about this awkward looking man loitering around the airport for such a long time. Ludwig tried calling Feliciano's mobile several times, each time going straight to answerphone.
Another half hour passed, and there was still no sign of Feliciano. By this point Ludwig was quietly fuming. He could understand being kept waiting this long if he'd been given an explanation, but Feliciano hadn't even bothered contact him to excuse his lateness. And to top it all off, Ludwig was getting progressively hungrier, and his stomach's loud demands for food were getting increasingly difficult to hide, or indeed ignore.
He tried to take his mind off his anger and hunger pains by making a start on another book he'd brought with him- a rather dry, lengthy work on Da Vinci's engineering and inventions. He was already partway into the second chapter by the time Feliciano finally arrived.
He had been totally oblivious to the little voice crying out in the crowd and the excitable Italian bounding towards him. Ludwig only noticed him when he was right under his nose. He barely had time to react to his friend's overly-affectionate embrace. His body instantly became stiff as a board and an embarassed flush spread across his face. He didn't even have time to scold his friend before he'd started rambling about cats and aunts and uncles and god knows what.
He frowned down at Feliciano, not letting his smile and happy chatter get the better of him. "Yes, I have also waited. One and three quarter hours, I have waited. Where were you? Why was your phone not switched on?" Ludwig asked him, not bothering to cover up the exhaustion and annoyance in his voice. But as enfuriating as it was and as awful as he felt, staying angry at Feliciano was like staying angry at a kitten, and he couldn't deny the excitement and happiness he felt in finally meeting his friend again, despite his flaws. He let a perplexed smile replace his half-hearted frown. "What is this 'Doitsu' you keep saying? It sounds an odd word." he shook his head. He returned his book to the suitcase, marking the page with his boarding pass, and collected his luggage with the arm that wasn't being clung to by Feliciano. He tried unsuccesfully to free his arm from the deathgrip, conscious of the looks the two of them were getting from those around them. He didn't really blame them for looking- he himself found Feliciano's constant clinginess and affection weird and uncomfortable, but he knew from experience that explaining this to him was a waste of breath, and pulling away forcefully upset him terribly. So he begrudgingly let the happy limpet hang from his arm as he dragged him out of the airport.
He nodded as Feliciano rambled off a list of places he planned to take Ludwig during his stay. "Yes, Feliciano. That all sounds very good, but I think before all that, our first port of call should be my hotel, if that's alright?" he asked as patiently and politely as he could. Unfortunately, his stomach picked that moment to loudly voice its protests at being denied food any longer. Once again he turned red with embarrassment. "Or, um... maybe we could get something to eat first..." he suggested, clearing his throat.
(Oh God, mine is so much shorter than yours!)
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Sept 7, 2011 16:46:07 GMT -5
Feliciano grinned happily, like a giddy toddler promised the largest lollipop in the store. He could hardly contain his own excitement in thinking that Ludwig was finally here! It was odd almost, how it suddenly seemed like he’d just seen the blonde a week ago when in fact it had been two or so years. What was it about Feliciano that just always got so attached and enraptured by the slightest of acquaintances where he would come so easily to miss them and when people he saw everyday disappeared and he barley gave them a second thought? It was truly bizarre, but it didn’t bother the young Italian and so he dwelled little upon the fact.
As Ludwig spoke, the smaller one’s grip tightened around him at the light irritability. Maybe he could squeeze the grumpies out of Ludwig, hm? So seemed the intent as Feliciano listened idly, not paying too much attention to any slight chiding. “My phone has been dead and I lost it. The cat bit it once too and since then I don’t remember finding it.” he replied, after switching to the arm cling. Then, Feliciano watched quietly as the German packed his book away and retrieved his luggage asking about a nickname to which the Italian had no real explanation. He shrugged, mumbling something about it meaning ‘Germany’ before beaming up again and letting himself be dragged, chattering, out of the airport.
The rain had stopped in the time Feliciano had spent in the airport but he noticed little. Weather in Italy seemed quick to come and go though the clouds still seemed foreboding as they floated grey and dark in the sky above, as if promising worse, come the evening. Feliciano paid no heed to the clouds above though and continued, prattling, as they emerged.
When he finally paused and let in a word, the Italian’s face contorted ever so slightly at the sound of hearing his own name from Ludwig. It sounded funny-- so he giggled. Then, a mention of a hotel? What hotel? Was Ludwig staying at a hotel? …had he mentioned that before? … … … Oops. Then another giggle burst from the Italian at hearing a loud stomach protest and he released the German, lacing his own fingers behind his back and rocking on his heels.
“You sound hungry,” he commented, obviously. “Would you like to eat at my house or--OH NO I KNOW!” Feliciano’s eyes widened and the artist suddenly spun to gaze at the streets around him. “There’s this really, really, really good gelato stand around here that I found earlier!” he gushed, looking frantically. “I thought it was right around here, I stopped there right before I fell asle--LOOK! It’s over there, c’mon!” Interrupting himself, the small one pointed excitedly and reached out to grasp the blonde’s hand tightly, without a second thought and began tugging him in the direction of a small stand surrounded by children and families all trying to get their gelato first. Pushing his way up to the front, Feliciano ordered two: one strawberry and one mint flavoured dessert. He remembered vaguely something about mint but he couldn’t recall if Ludwig liked or disliked it… no matter cause if he didn’t then they could switch. It did not occur to him to really ask.
“Non ce l’hanno fragola,” the man in charge of the stand replied regretfully. No strawberry left. Oh well, Feliciano shrugged and accepted the mint flavoured gelato then paid the man and forced his way out of the small group of those squishing in around him. He called a cheerful grazti after the man and turned to bounce off when he spotted, out of the corner of his eye a little bouquet of roses hanging behind the man. Pausing, Feliciano turned back.
“Scuzi, quanto è quel fiore?” He asked, inquiring after the price of a single one.
“Un euro,” the man replied. Feliciano grinned and made the exchange before turning and bouncing back to Ludwig’s side, almost forgetting the gelato in the process. “I couldn’t remember if you liked mint or not, but I think you do so I got it for you! They didn’t have strawberry.” he explained and handed over the dessert. “Oh! And I also got you this! Welcome to Italy!” he exclaimed, holding out the rose with a bright grin and rocking on his heels again.
The sound of a bus pausing nearby caught Feliciano’s attention then and the young Italian turned to see a horde of tourists piling out. This was one of the busiest tourist seasons in Italy, Rome particularly. Feliciano wondered if perhaps Ludwig was right about checking his arrangements, but wait a moment, hotel? What hotel did he possibly think he was going to find around here with vacancy? Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Feliciano!
“Hey Ludwig! Since all the hotels are busy, you should stay with us!” he exclaimed. “My Zia Gina and Zio Luca and I are staying at an apartment not too far from the centre square. An old friend lives there and he’s on vacation in France for a few months so he let us stay! It’s kind of small, but tomorrow Zia Gina and I are going to spend time in Venice anyways since Zio Luca has business to finish up here in Rome. Besides, there’s a festivale there in a few days anyways! It’ll be so much fun, you’re coming right!” he asked not so much as a question but more an expected request. What reason did he have to think that the German had reservations already, made months in advance, and possibly even plans to go along with it to see things here, in Rome, for the next two weeks. None, of course. Rocking on his heels again, Feliciano let a slight, excited sigh escape him as he beamed up at Ludwig expectantly.
notes: this one is shorter and it seems really scattered, much like Feli's mind but this time not in a good, IC way. The narration seems sloppy. =.=; Sorry about that, I'm a little derpy right now. No matching picture either. o.o; *lazy* words: 978
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Sept 10, 2011 18:08:47 GMT -5
Ludwig tried to follow what Feliciano was saying, but the little Italian was talking so fast that by the time he'd worked out that he was suggesting they go for ice cream it was too late to tell him that he really didn't want any- he needed something a little more substantial than frozen cream. He caught the tail end of what Feliciano was saying just as he launched down the street, forcefully pulling Ludwig along with him (with absolutely no regard for the weighty luggage Ludwig was dragging along behind him), towards a small, crowded stall- 'asleep'? That explained it. He wouldn't have expected another excuse from Feliciano for his incredible lateness.
Ludwig managed to free his hand from Feliciano's as he made his way into the dense crowd surrounding the alleged ice cream stall. Ludwig made a point of staying on the very edge of the crowd, and, being quite aware that most of them had just seen him hand in hand with another man, avoided eye contact with everyone around him. He'd forgotten how absolutely embarassing it was to be around Feliciano- at a moment's glance, he seemed a calm, cheerful, easy-going young man, nothing odd or out of the ordinary about him. But speaking to Feliciano for five minutes unfortunately revealed a very different side to him. Of course Ludwig had realised this soon after they'd first met- Feliciano's need for touch, constant affection and attention, his short attention span and failure to read the atmosphere made him infuriating company. This was going to be a long trip, he could tell.
Ludwig waited impatiently for his friend to re-emerge from the swarm of customers, tutting and tsking at how long it took Feliciano to do something as simple as ordering ice cream. When he did return, he found his irritation gradually subsiding- the fact that two years after their brief time together in Verona, Feliciano could still recall Ludwig's favourite ice cream (or at least associate him with having some kind of strong feeling towards the flavour, positive of negative apparently being irrelevant) made it hard to stay annoyed. And, well the flower was a bit much really, and accepting a rose from another man in public made Ludwig cringe with embarrassment, but it was a testament to the traits of Feliciano's character that had drawn him back to Italy- his generosity, thoughfulness, cheerful nature and willingness to disregard what anyone else might think when expressing his true feelings to his friends; something Ludwig found quite alien, but also admired, and had learned not to confuse with anything other than friendship.
"Uh, thank you very much." Ludwig smiled, accepting the ice cream in one hand and awkwardly holding to the rose with the other.
He shook his head at Feliciano's offer. "It's no problem, I booked a hotel before I arrived." he explained matter-of-factly. Frankly, the idea of going anywhere without booking at least a month ahead made Ludwig panic no end. "Um, but this festival sounds like fun, if you would like to go- I have never been to Venice before." he smiled down at his friend, trying not to seem too enthusiastic about the prospect of going to Venice for the first time.
(Oh my goodness, I'm sorry this is so late- stuff came up! This is kind of awkwardly written, but I'm dead tired, so I'll correct stuff when I'm more awake!)
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Sept 11, 2011 12:05:53 GMT -5
Feliciano nodded absently at the thank you he received for the ice cream and was glad Ludwig didn’t seem horribly repelled by the fact that it was mint. Maybe he really did like it, and it was someone else who didn’t like it? Or he was just being too polite to say no, he didn’t like it? Or wait, was it him who hated mint? Whaaa, so confusing! Feliciano pouted. If there was one thing he didn’t like about himself or about Ludwig, he wasn’t sure which, it was that around the other he could never be absolutely positive of likes and dislikes. He wasn’t a stupid boy, Feliciano but he also wasn’t the most apt for understanding things at any given time, which included the subtle emotions that radiated of generally calm people like Ludwig. It terrible confused him sometimes, worrying the young Italian often needlessly and had once cause such a fuss in him that he’d dropped painting for almost a week out of anxiety. Upsetting Ludwig was just one of the things that did that to him, especially if the thought of losing him as a friend occurred. Oh boy, the world might as well run if such a thought even fleetingly crossed the little Italian’s mind. It was just simply out of the question that such a thing could happen and so it greatly worried Feliciano at times.
This would have counted as such one of those times after the gelato escapade had the brunette not been so wound up. That was another of his greatest faults that magnified his lack of tact: being excited. Normally, Feliciano had a radar where he could pick up maybe two out of every six awkward or what others would consider, strange, situations. This included picking up on their emotions as well behind any sort of politeness façade. When he was excited though, the radar could almost be seen to visibly crack as it scaled to .01 out of every six situations meaning, he might pick up on an odd word and fret for a moment, but not enough to be really worried. The current radar reading was around .5 out of six, so it was better than it had been initially but still far fro what any normal person might wish it to be, especially Ludwig who seemed to like it at four or five out of six when that was nearly impossible.
When Ludwig shook his head, Feliciano’s mind seemed to stall as he tried to figure out the meaning. He was smiling… but saying no… but he was coming to the festival? “O-ok,” Feliciano answered, still a bit dazed but none the less trying to be enlightened upon the situation. “W-what hotel are you staying at, do you want me to help you wish your, um, bags?” he asked. The Italian’s mood had significantly dampened although he didn’t understand quite why. Maybe he was hungry too. Yes, of course, that was all. He was just… hungry.
notes: It’s fine, don’t worry about it! xDDD I get delayed with stuff all the time too! And Feli’s confusion comes from mine-- I wasn’t sure if Germany said yes or no so I guessed. xD He get’s all depressed too, poor boy doesn’t even know why. xwx; Sorry about the length, my mind kind of died too under homework stress, so it’s really, really tiny. O.o; *laziest excuse for a post in months* ;AAAA; words: 566
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Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Sept 11, 2011 16:25:08 GMT -5
Ludwig may have been a little better at reading the atmosphere than Feliciano was, but then knowing what to do or say was a completely different matter. Somehow, Ludwig had apparently upset Feliciano by telling him he was staying in a hotel. He was sure he'd told him this already- he'd even sent him an e-mail with an attachment of his inventory and the name and address of the hotel he was staying in (though knowing Feliciano, he had probably only skim-read it, or not even seen the attachment). But was it an Italian custom to offer your house as lodgings for visiting friends? The last thing Ludwig wanted to do was offend Feliciano, and if he'd offered to let Ludwig stay with his family before he'd made arrangements with the hotel, he would have gladly accepted. But to suddenly invite him now felt like a bolt from the blue. Plus, Ludwig was sure Feliciano had not thought to ask his aunt and uncle if they were okay with accommodating a large stranger in their flat, and he really didn't want to impose himself on them. He ignored Feliciano's offer to help with his bags, deciding instead to try and resolve the issue that seemed to be bothering the perplexed-looking Italian. "Feliciano, would... would it make things simpler if I stayed with you instead?" he asked, weighing up the pros and cons of living with Feliciano in his head. Logistically and time-wise it would make more sense staying in his flat, and that way he could keep an eye on Feliciano and make sure he wasn't late for anything. But on the other hand- four adults living in a flat apparently designed for one, never being able to escape Feliciano's chatter, further risk of annoying or offending Feliciano's aunt and uncle... "... if you're fine with it, and your aunt and uncle don't mind... then perhaps it would be better than staying in a hotel." he relented. He could always call and cancel his reservation. And if the manager got cross, he'd get Feliciano to deal with it, as punishment for... well, what would it be punishment for? He hadn't done anything wrong really- he'd kindly offered to put up Ludwig in his apartment, and looked upset when he'd said no. It was Ludwig's own softness and desire to placate his friend that had got him into this situation. He couldn't be cross at Feliciano for anything other than being late. (Sorry, was it confusing? Were staying in a hotel and going to Venice mutually exclusive? Haha, anyway, Ludwig has relented because he's a big softie . And I just realised, I never explained the title of the thread: www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-M2vVKKuS0)
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