Feliciano
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Post by Feliciano on Sept 8, 2012 18:45:34 GMT -5
((This is for Feliciano, Ludwig, and Gilbert!))
Feli blinked his eyes open and looked forward at the wall next to his bed before quickly closing them again, not wanting to wake up just yet. If he just pretended to be asleep then maybe he could get away with being an hour or two late for today's morning meeting. He tried to pull the blanket up higher but was shocked to find that something seemed to be holding it down from his other side.
He rolled over and was even more shocked at what he saw. Ludwig was in his bed with him! He was also shirtless and had Gilbert on top of his lower half, sleeping as well. He didn't remember what happened last night but he smiled and cuddled into Ludwig, resting his head on his captain's chest, before closing his eyes and signing happily.
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Post by Ludwig on Sept 9, 2012 10:54:29 GMT -5
If there was anything certain about Ludwig Beilschmidt, it was the fact that he had a tendency to be a very, very deep sleeper. He was such a deep sleeper that the AFN could have launched an all out assault on the puttering ship, and he wouldn't have stirred in the slightest. He was such a deep sleeper that he never noticed when someone else slipped into his bed at night. Usually, it was Feli who did the sneaking. Gilbert was occasional, but more often than not, he knew Gilbert was there, considering he usually fell asleep next to his brother. Feliciano, however, was always a surprise. Though as often as it happened, one would have thought Ludwig would have grown used to such an occurrence by now.
This morning was no different. Ludwig Beilschmidt, the deep sleeper, would not only be surprised, but perhaps a bit mortified to find Feliciano in his bed.
Though, it was surprising how the small Italian managed to find a place to fit. Ludwig, while he was such a deep sleeper, also had the tendency to sprawl his large German form across the bed. Gilbert had often taken to curling into a fetal ball in one of the far corners of the bed during the course of the night, or find a way to make himself comfortable atop his younger brother as he was now. Otherwise, he would be pushed from the bed and onto the floor. (This has happened on many occasions. Of course, Ludwig never woke to the ensuing crashes and yelps Gilbert managed to make every single time.)
The odd thing about Ludwig, however, was despite the fact he was a deep sleeper, he for some reason always managed to wake with the resonating blare of his alarm clock. The clock was set for 0700 sharp on the weekdays, and 0900 on the weekends. It was a sort of military discipline that he just couldn't shake. And perhaps the reason he woke up so easily at those times was the fact his body was now programmed to start doing so due to so many years of the habit.
The alarm screeched. Ludwig's arm reached to silence it. And what Ludwig meant by silencing his alarm was to fumble around for a bit, before smashing all of the buttons into submission several times before finding the right one. A sigh left the German's throat, and he shifted slightly. Gilbert's dead weight against his stomach and legs was uncomfortable to say the least. Though he thought that Gilbert's position was rather curious to be laying on his lower half, and yet curled at his side at the same time. Higher cognitive function had yet to hit Ludwig, including deductive reasoning.
"Gilbert," he grunted, reaching with a hand to push at the albino's shoulders, before continuing in German, "I have to get up."
With that, he began to slowly draw himself out from under Gilbert, until his arm slid against Feliciano's dozing form. Well, cognition was a bit better now, if only from shock. That wasn't Gilbert. That was another person. Ludwig whipped his head to the side to stare at the Italian who was pretending to sleep. And the German man paled enough to match his brother's skin tone.
Felicano was in his bed, and he no doubt thought it was his own bed, and not Ludwig's. Gilbert was in his bed. Gilbert was -naked- in his bed. And if Ludwig moved any more, the blankets would fall enough to expose the fact that he was just as naked as Gilbert.
Well... shit. This was mortifyingly embarrassing. And Ludwig found himself torn between which course of action to take, and just which one to toss out of the room in a flurry of humiliated irritation.
He had to save face quickly. OH SO QUICKLY. Instead, he felt more like a Getorian deerlian caught in the field lights of an expedition rover.
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Post by Gilbert on Sept 9, 2012 20:50:37 GMT -5
Gilbert was quite comfortable laying half-atop his brother. He was in and out of dreams, snuggled close and moving only a little bit. Ludwig was comfortable - he was always comfortable. Except when he kicked him off the bed. Which was why, more often than not, Gilbert chose to be as snuggly close to him as possible at nights.
So that morning, everything was normal for him. He was sound asleep, cuddled right between Ludwig's legs where it counted.
He heard the alarm go off and just shifted a bit, eys squeezing shut because he knew that Ludwig woudl go and get up. Sometimes he got up right away and sometimes Gilbert was able to drag him back down for a little bit longer. And this morning, Gilbert didn't want him to leave right away. So he tightened his hold on the other when he felt Ludwig push at his shoulders and mutter to him that he had to get up.
"Neiiiiin...." he mumbled, burrying his nose into the other's hip. Ludwig wasn't moving, and he just smiled a little bit when he considered it a victory. Slowly, he turned his head and slowly opened his eyes with a sleepy smirk, about to say something sexy and alluring, but he sotpped when he just saw Ludwig's face of complete horror.
He followed his eyes and his look soon matched Ludwig when he saw Feliciano, passed out in their bed. They were both silent, staring at him for a moment before he whispered, "Do we have to kill him now?" in German. He hoped Feliciano didn't know German. Who knew.
But this was dangeorus. Gilbert wasn't supposed to be sleeping in Ludwig's bed - Hell, FELICIANO wasn't supposed to be sleeping in Ludwig's bed! But beyond that, the two of them were naked, and in a very compromising position. If Feliciano found out...and blabbed to the crew...well, that might just be bad.
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Feliciano
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Post by Feliciano on Sept 9, 2012 22:57:06 GMT -5
Feliciano, who had started to drift back to sleep, was woken up again by Ludwig's alarm. He ignored it and smiled softly when the incessant blaring stopped.
He was trying to go back to sleep when he heard soft German muttered between the two brothers, not quite picking up what they said in his sleepy haze. He could only feel Ludwig's hard body under his head and Gilbert's soft hair on his leg.
He blinked his eyes open and rubbed one cutely, sitting up and yawning. He smiled widely at the two Germans in the bed with him.
"Good morning Ludwig, good morning Gilbert." He didn't even notice they were naked, but honestly he wouldn't have cared if he did notice. He raised his arms over his head and stretched before smiling again. "That was the best sleep I've had in a while!"
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