Chapter Vlll: April 14th, 1912 (The Last Hours of Light)
Ludwig
"Ludwig..." A soft, tired voice pierces through zhe silence of sleep. Mien eyes open softly to see zhe soft, auburn hair of zhe little Italian lying right next to me. Fire gently cracks as zhe soft, morning light fills zhe room with warmth and life. A plush blanket covers our skin as we lie on zhe soft carpeted floor...
I nuzzle mien nose into his neck as my arm snakes across his waist; on zhe other side, I feel his soft hand take hold of mine. "Guten morgen..."
He sighs and turns his head up slowly to mine; puckering up and soon leaves a kiss on mien lips. "Buongiorno Doitsu..."
I pull his beautiful body closer to my own and give a small, varm embrace before siting up slovly. "Vhat time is it?" I ask softly.
"It's~a morning silly." He says vith a cute chuckle vhile sitting up next to me.
I smile a kiss his sweet nose softly. "I know zhat silly." I look up to zhe oak clock above zhe ornate fireplace. Behind zhe lense, zhe pointer hand strikes 8; good time for breakfast.
He smiles zhat adorable smile of his. "Doitsu..."
"Ja?" I ask softly.
"I vant PASTA!" He says softly, yet loudly at zhe same time; kind of amazing vhen you actually zhink about it.
"I know you do; but zhey don't have." He pouts softly and I just wrap my arms around his waist and place him in mien lap. "Don't pout, I promise as soon as ve get to America, ve vill go to... vhatever place you want and I'll buy you as much pasta as you vant."
He perks back up and smiles instantly. "Okay. It's~a deal."
"But for now, how about breakfast?"
"FOOD!" He cries out vith excitement; only he vould be able to pull zhat and not feel at all embarrassed from going against being proper. Most would have been enraged... but all I could do vas smile.
"I'll take zhat as a yes." I say before getting up slowly, then grabbing his hand and pulll him up as well.
Ve take a brisk, steamy shower before asking a stevard to bring us coffee and zhose little breakfast pastries zhat are oh, so delicious. I got out before Feliciano so zhat zhe food and coffee vould be ready, so vhen he got out, he didn't have to vait.
I had zhem set up breakfast on zhe Promenade vhere it vas more comfortable. Zhe vindows vhere down letting in zhe beautiful, crisp, early-morning breeze from zhe sea. Zhe suite smelt of fresh roses; of strongly brewed coffee; and of sweet, ripe fruit.
"Will that be all, Sir?" The sweet, blonde steward asks before taking her leave.
"Yes, zhat vill be all. Thank you." He says handing her a small tip like all zhe other stevards on zhis voyage. She takes her leave and closes the door softly behind right as Feliciano comes out of zhe bedroom.
Feliciano
The~a scene was a perfect as a film. Beautiful, heavenly light pouring through the~a windows; a slight, soft breeze caressing my~a face. And Doitsu standing so beautifully, waiting for me. He pulls out a chair, and I walk~a over and take it, having understood the~a hint. He takes the~a seat next to me and gently, takes my~a hand into his own before pouring the terrifically smelling, freshly roasted coffee.
"How vas your sleep Italia?" He asks me as I sip my coffee slowly; I place down the cup on the fine china saucer.
"Better than~a vithout you." I say slowly, choosing every~a word carefully. His beautiful, blue eyes light up slightly with~a his whole demeanor.
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