After a long time of being friends with Feliciano, Ludwig felt as if his feelings were becoming more profound. He was unsure of what to do since he didn't have any experience dealing with such things. He wasn't a romantic person, at least not in the way that Feliciano was, and he never saw Feliciano flirt with anyone that wasn't a woman. Would he even see Ludwig in the way Ludwig sees him? He was supposed to be the efficient one of the group, damnit! Why can't he just sort out his thoughts?! Every day that he spends together with Feliciano, Ludwig feels like he falls more into him. Longing isn't a pretty color on him...

Maybe he should check out some books to see if there were any special ways that Italians traditionally confess to someone? Or should he do whatever? What if he messes up and makes Feliciano confused? The possibility of all of these possibilities being possible was just another possibility that could possibly happen and it genuinely terrified Ludwig. Scratch that, maybe he should just make Feliciano pasta? That seemed like an easier thing to do.

Ludwig knew that Feliciano was going to come over today, so he ended up making the pasta. Ludwig also got some daisies for him, remembering that they were his favorite flower. He set up the table and then waited patiently for Feliciano to arrive. He tried to distract himself by reading a book, but none of the words he read seemed to stick to him.

This was so hard.

It didn't take long for Feliciano to arrive and let himself into the house, a huge smile on his face. Ludwig set his book down and got up. "Gut, you're finally here. I made pasta for you. I hope it's wunderbar." He said, controlling the slight shake in his tone. Hopefully Feliciano didn't find anything odd about his behavior...