Gah, sorry if this is a complete fail. It's been a year since my last update, so my style may have completely changed, and I am so, so sorry for that, and my absence. D;
The blonde male continued to eat the gelato, marvelling still at the taste - which was unlike anything he had ever had before. Cold, and so unlike the crisp water he soaked up through the ground, or the food the warm sun allowed him to make. He wondered if all human food tasted like gelato - so wonderful, yet odd. He couldn't tell whether he truly liked it or not, though, to be honest.
When he had finished the treat, Feliciano started up a conversation involving futbol, and Ludwig listened though he had no clue what the smaller man was speaking of. It seemed that his new found vocabulary, though large, didn't include certain words.
"Ve, everyone's saying our team should've done better... And I guess that's kind of true, but they still did their best, and sometimes--" Ludwig stopped listening, watching as a man - the same who had previously insulted him -approached the cart.
"I mean, maybe they were having a bad day or somethi-- Oh! Fratellone!" The grin was evident in Feliciano's voice, and the male, fratellone? fratello? which one was his name? frowned at him, stopping at the cart. Ludwig watched the man meet his eyes, and the blonde stared right back, unafraid.
"Feli? Who is this guy?" The young man scowled, glancing over at Feliciano.
The smaller boy grinned, "That's Ludwig! I met him today! He was sleeping here this morning! Ludwig, this is Romano, he's my big brother~!"
Ludwig blinked, Romano? "Hi." His deep voice broke the air, and he noticed the way Romano shivered, stepping over ( not as incospiciously as he probably would have liked ) to stand infront of Feliciano.
"F-Feli! What in the world is he doing here? Is he... Is he /German/?" Romano's voice dropped into a hiss, "Why in the world would you hang around a German?!" He whispered, though Ludwig could still hear very well what was being said. It seemed that the Italian wasn't very good at being sneaky.
"Ve?" Feliciano tilted his head to the side and Ludwig practically melted at the cuteness, because, oh, sun, his Italian was so cute. He briefly wondered if any other flower had an Italian as cute as his. Probably not.
"Ludwig's nice, though!" The brunette grinned. "He's been fine the whole entire day! Also, he's given me company - I've been so lonely today, c-cause..." Feliciano suddenly gave a pout. "'Cause my poor fiore d-disappeared, Fratellone! V-ve!"
Romano glanced over to the pole and noticed that the flower was indeed gone. "You finally got rid of it?"
"Wh-what? No! I... I came here this morning and it was just... just /gone/!"
Romano's eyes then turned to settle on Ludwig, who was too busy staring at Feliciano with a slight, yet dopey smile on his face to notice. "And you say he was here this morning? What if he stole it?"
"Huh?" Feliciano blinked, his eyebrows furrowing worriedly. "Ludwig? He wouldn't steal it, silly! He's nice--"
"He's German."
"He's /nice/!" Feliciano added stubbornly.
Romano fixed him with a small glare. "... Fine. But if you get attacked by this kraut, don't come crying to me, because I'm not going to help!" He huffed.
"Okay~!" Feliciano smiled, because he knew that, for one thing, his friend Ludwig wouldn't hurt him, and for another - that his brother would most definitely help him if he needed it, regardless of what he had said. He watched as his brother started to turn to leave, "H-hey! Aren't you going to buy some gelato?"
Romano ran a hand through his hair, frowning. He was too annoyed with the fact that Feliciano had befriended a German to want to eat gelato. Not at his brother's stand, at least... "No!" He gave another huff, before leaving rather quickly.
Morning Glory [3c/?]
The blonde male continued to eat the gelato, marvelling still at the taste - which was unlike anything he had ever had before. Cold, and so unlike the crisp water he soaked up through the ground, or the food the warm sun allowed him to make. He wondered if all human food tasted like gelato - so wonderful, yet odd. He couldn't tell whether he truly liked it or not, though, to be honest.
When he had finished the treat, Feliciano started up a conversation involving futbol, and Ludwig listened though he had no clue what the smaller man was speaking of. It seemed that his new found vocabulary, though large, didn't include certain words.
"Ve, everyone's saying our team should've done better... And I guess that's kind of true, but they still did their best, and sometimes--"
Ludwig stopped listening, watching as a man - the same who had previously insulted him -approached the cart.
"I mean, maybe they were having a bad day or somethi-- Oh! Fratellone!" The grin was evident in Feliciano's voice, and the male, fratellone? fratello? which one was his name? frowned at him, stopping at the cart. Ludwig watched the man meet his eyes, and the blonde stared right back, unafraid.
"Feli? Who is this guy?" The young man scowled, glancing over at Feliciano.
The smaller boy grinned, "That's Ludwig! I met him today! He was sleeping here this morning! Ludwig, this is Romano, he's my big brother~!"
Ludwig blinked, Romano? "Hi." His deep voice broke the air, and he noticed the way Romano shivered, stepping over ( not as incospiciously as he probably would have liked ) to stand infront of Feliciano.
"F-Feli! What in the world is he doing here? Is he... Is he /German/?" Romano's voice dropped into a hiss, "Why in the world would you hang around a German?!" He whispered, though Ludwig could still hear very well what was being said. It seemed that the Italian wasn't very good at being sneaky.
"Ve?" Feliciano tilted his head to the side and Ludwig practically melted at the cuteness, because, oh, sun, his Italian was so cute. He briefly wondered if any other flower had an Italian as cute as his. Probably not.
"Ludwig's nice, though!" The brunette grinned. "He's been fine the whole entire day! Also, he's given me company - I've been so lonely today, c-cause..." Feliciano suddenly gave a pout. "'Cause my poor fiore d-disappeared, Fratellone! V-ve!"
Romano glanced over to the pole and noticed that the flower was indeed gone. "You finally got rid of it?"
"Wh-what? No! I... I came here this morning and it was just... just /gone/!"
Romano's eyes then turned to settle on Ludwig, who was too busy staring at Feliciano with a slight, yet dopey smile on his face to notice. "And you say he was here this morning? What if he stole it?"
"Huh?" Feliciano blinked, his eyebrows furrowing worriedly. "Ludwig? He wouldn't steal it, silly! He's nice--"
"He's German."
"He's /nice/!" Feliciano added stubbornly.
Romano fixed him with a small glare. "... Fine. But if you get attacked by this kraut, don't come crying to me, because I'm not going to help!" He huffed.
"Okay~!" Feliciano smiled, because he knew that, for one thing, his friend Ludwig wouldn't hurt him, and for another - that his brother would most definitely help him if he needed it, regardless of what he had said.
He watched as his brother started to turn to leave, "H-hey! Aren't you going to buy some gelato?"
Romano ran a hand through his hair, frowning. He was too annoyed with the fact that Feliciano had befriended a German to want to eat gelato. Not at his brother's stand, at least... "No!" He gave another huff, before leaving rather quickly.