Translated from English to German to Italian and back to English. :3 (you might still be able to recognize it, but...*shrug* :P) Also, no actual sex happens.
Feliciano gave to him, sobbing strong, and Louis thought it all a little 'unfair, since he was really sick. Assumed. Maybe.
"Down with." He muttered, looking at other people in the waiting room, pretending not to notice, the German man and his hysterical Italian husband. Nice of them, but it did not work.
Feliciano, the head of the shoulder Ludwig, Puffy eyes and nose running.
"B-but you are sick and ~, and I could not live if ..."
"Shut up, I'll be fine. It is probably something like a. .. stomach flu.
He had learned the hard way not to say that he had eaten something, because usually Feliciano cooked for them. Thank God did not then public.
"But the other day he fainted!"
Louis winced and reddened.
"They do not shout about!" he hissed, looking around the waiting room again. People who have avoided his eyes. Well.
"Excuse me ...?"
Oh, it was the doctor. Searching ... confused, and Louis could not know whether good or evil.
"Uh, if you follow me, I will be the problem ...."
They have, and he did. And then, after much shouting unbelievingly (Ludwig), display of laboratory tests and ultrasound images and the like (the doctor) and tears (Ludwig Feliciano. If the car on their way home, he has embraced and certainly not a tear. NO), was clear. Or rather, things were so crazy as usual.
At least it was not to die. Although, it seems the best time.
They do not shout about!
(you might still be able to recognize it, but...*shrug* :P)
Also, no actual sex happens.
Feliciano gave to him, sobbing strong, and Louis thought it all a little 'unfair, since he was really sick. Assumed. Maybe.
"Down with." He muttered, looking at other people in the waiting room, pretending not to notice, the German man and his hysterical Italian husband. Nice of them, but it did not work.
Feliciano, the head of the shoulder Ludwig, Puffy eyes and nose running.
"B-but you are sick and ~, and I could not live if ..."
"Shut up, I'll be fine. It is probably something like a. .. stomach flu.
He had learned the hard way not to say that he had eaten something, because usually Feliciano cooked for them. Thank God did not then public.
"But the other day he fainted!"
Louis winced and reddened.
"They do not shout about!" he hissed, looking around the waiting room again. People who have avoided his eyes. Well.
"Excuse me ...?"
Oh, it was the doctor. Searching ... confused, and Louis could not know whether good or evil.
"Uh, if you follow me, I will be the problem ...."
They have, and he did. And then, after much shouting unbelievingly (Ludwig), display of laboratory tests and ultrasound images and the like (the doctor) and tears (Ludwig Feliciano. If the car on their way home, he has embraced and certainly not a tear. NO), was clear. Or rather, things were so crazy as usual.
At least it was not to die. Although, it seems the best time.