isn't surprised.

rings the doorbell a bunch of times.

tries to ignore it until it gets to be too much and he *has* to answer. "...what is it, Italy?"

sniffles (he has a bad cold) but smiles up at him. He's hiding something behind his back. "Hi, Germany~!!"

tends not to trust Italians when their hands and whatever's in them are hidden from sight... "Hello, Italy..."

rocks back and forth on his feet, staring at him a few moments before thrusting a bouquet that he was hiding in Germany's face.

jerks in surprise and takes the bouquet, albeit still apprehensively. "...what are these for?"

doesn't answer him, and stealthily ducks under his arm to get inside his house. "I should have brought you something else too! Ve.."

"What--...Italy!" Oh, tricky Italians. Cursing, he slams the door shut and turns to find him. "What are you doing?"

just standing there innocently. "I wanted to bring you something! That's what you do for someone you care about, right?"

really expected him to have taken off running through the house looking for food or something. He blinks and looks at the flowers. "Well.-

Yes, I suppose... Thank you."

grins. "I'm so happy that Germany likes them!" He stands there, kind of awkwardly, not sure what to do next.

heard loud noises, so he comes downstairs wearing what is easily identifiable as Ludwig's shirt. He yawns. "What's goi---hi Feliciano."

blinks and turns around to look at Francis. "Uah... were you here to sleep with Germany too? You must have been naked!" He notices the_

shirt that he's wearing. "I hope he didn't get angry with you!"

cannot decide what to do first. Tell Francis off for coming downstairs without pants - not...not really his shirt, because that part's-

sort of...nevermind. - or have an aneurysm over what just flew out of Feliciano's mouth. "Francis where are...no, wait Italy, *what* did you

just say?"

blinks. "Ve... oh! I came to sleep with you!" Of course, he means the innocent type of sleep, but with him it's hard to tell. >.>

really amused with his scenario. And really doesn't do anything to help it. "Are those flowers? They're gorgeous."

goes red and practically hisses at Francis. "*Quiet*. Go back to bed." ...which of course is a terrible thing to say, considering the-

situation and present company. "I-Italy...you...ah..."

speaks up quickly, ignoring Ludwig's command. "You can sleep with us, chéri. There is plenty of room."

runs over to Francis and hugs him. "Really?! Yay! I get to sleep with Germany and France-nii...!"

goes to facepalm, completely forgetting the roses and accidentally shoving them in his face instead.

bursts into giggles. "Germany's not supposed to eat them!"

hugs back. "Here, I'll take care of that." He goes to take the flowers to put them in a vase. Or beer mug. Whichever he finds first.

helps himself to Ludwig's bathroom and comes back with a facecloth for him, still giggling.

shove Francis out of the bed if he finds those flowers in a beer mug. But he hands them over then thanks Feliciano and wipes the flower-

bits off his face.

doesn't hesitate before stripping down, ready for bed. = 3=

does find a vase for them, and after trimming the stems, he puts them in the vase, adds water, and sets them on the kitchen table.

closes his eyes and sighs. "Take your clothes up with you, Feliciano."

nods. "Okay~!" He grabs his clothes and runs upstairs before diving under the covers. = w=

going to try to make it upstairs unscathed.

goes to find Francis first, before he can get up there. "You hold it."

wears his innocent face. "Oui?"

latches onto his arm to keep him there. "Do *not* encourage him like that. And you had damn well better keep your hands where they belong."

"And where exactly do they belong?" He's smart enough not to tease him by putting his hands in certain places.

frowns, trying to keep his voice down for Italy's sake. "You know what I mean. Where they were earlier-" And yes, he blushes violently. "-

or above the blankets, not on Italy. He doesn't...get things like that as quickly. Are you wearing shorts under that?"

grinning now. Screw the innocent face. "What do you think?" Here, he'll stretch a bit so you can see for yourself.

frantically grabs for the front of the shirt and tugs it back down, glancing up the stairs for Italy. "*Shorts*. You absolutely must wear-

shorts in bed." He glances down as his grip loosens some. "Even if you look incredible like that." Cough.

grinning even wider, if at all possible. He likes seeing this side of Ludwig. "All right. Fine." He'll put some on as soon as he's upstairs.

, if he were there, would think that Ludwig is silly! No need for pants or shorts in bed. = u= But he's already sleeping.

lets go of the shirt and nods, still frowning and still very red in the face. "I'll put you right out of the bed." Except he probably-

wouldn't, be he just heads on up the stairs before that thought can sink in too much.

so* not be )

follows him upstairs and heads for the drawer he thinks he remembers the shorts being in. He's very quiet though, lest he wake Feliciano.

undresses while keeping an eye ok Francis to make sure he's really getting those shorts. Definately isn't watching how the hem of his shirt

hits right on Francis' thighs. Francis' rather nice-...hold on, Italy's in the bed. He takes a little extra time putting his clothes away-

then gets into bed.

gets out a pair of shorts and slips them on, then slides the drawer closed. His usual spot is taken, so he walks to Ludwig's side of the-

bed and tries to nudge him over so he can say down there rather than crawling over for the middle spot.

almost adjusted to finding a naked Italian in his bed. And by adjusted, I mean he's begun to shout at a slightly lower volume. And as for

Francis, well...it's probably safer that he scoot over and take the middle to play the buffer between French hands and the unsuspecting

innocent.

easily ignores the shouting and climbs into the bed, not only successfully stealing a lot of blankets, but Ludwig's pillow too.

( lmao. but naw, I meant in general, not that he's shouting now. It's been a long day -.-)

(my bad. I can't delete on my phone, either.)

(just disregard the first part of what I wrote.)

pushed over just enough to land off the bed with a loud thump.

smacks Francis and gets off the bed to help Italy back up. "Now look what you've done."

frowns. "I didn't do that." Now he's going just be stubborn and roll up in more blankets for that.

wiggles. "I want to snuggle with France-nii!"

"No. Lay down and go to sleep. No one needs to *snuggle* with anyone." Not while naked.

stares at him with big, wet puppy-dog eyes. "But... yes I do! I need to snuggle!"

finds it easier to ignore that face when not looking directly at it. "Put clothes on first. Francis' snuggling is different when nude."

blinks. "Ve... really? I wonder what kind of snuggling it is! I want to try~"

is maybe a bit too worn out for that kind of snuggling.

he damn well better be. "No, you don't. He's already snuggled once today. He tends to starfish on the second round. Go to sleep."

protests that statement into the pillow. But mumbling in combination with his accent is hard to understand anyway.

blinks. "Starfish? Do I get to snuggle with Germany instead?"

would prefer to just sleep and not have anyone snuggle with anyone, in any sense of the word.

pouts. "I can't sleep without snuggles..."

Ludwig should just cuddle him if it means *he'll* be able to sleep.

won't be able to sleep without his damn pillow anyway, you inconsiderate French bastard. "...fine."

make up for it some other time. He needs his beauty sleep.

jumps into his arms. "Cuddle time!"

falls back, landing on his ass on the bed. "Stop that. You can only do this if you promise to go right to sleep."

pouts and nods. "Ve... okay..."

curls up on his lap for a little bit of cuddles. =u=

sighs and pats his head. Whatever will get him to sleep...

already sleeping.

nuzzles. "I need a goodnight kiss too."

thankful for that part and hopes he's a heavy sleeper. "...give Frankreich one."

shakes his head. "I want a goodnight kiss from Germany~"

him a brief kiss on the forehead. "Now go to sleep."

makes a happy noise and cuddles into the blankets.

tries to scoot over some to get his personal space back, but first of all, that Frenchman on the other side makes it difficult to move-

more than an inch or so. And the bastard took his pillow. ...so Ludwig jerks it right out from under his head.

woken up due to losing his head and neck support so unceremoniously and nearly immediately tries to elbow him before turning on his-

opposite side, aiming to reclaim the pillow. "Salaud. I need that."

winces but keeps the pillow. "Tough."

frowns. "What am I supposed to use, then?"

for a minute. Sharing a pillow wouldn't work. He'd wake up smothered by Francis' hair. So he climbs out of bed once more, grumbling, and-

goes to the guest room, bringing back an extra pillow. ...that he rather unceremoniously flings at Francis' face.

cannot see well in the dark when he's still bleary-eyed, so there's no way for him to avoid it. He grumbles, using a few choice words in -

French, then rolls back over to face the wall, holding onto this pillow firmly.

resists shoving him off and stretches out on the bed again, on his back between the other two this time. This is...awkward.

fluffs the pillow a bit and shifts farther toward the edge before falling asleep again.

rolled ontop of Ludwig in his sleep. And is getting steadily closer to squishing Francis as well.

absolutely cannot sleep through something like that and tries to push him back over to his side.

falls back to his part of the bed, though his leg is draped across the both of them as he snores happily. =u= "Ve, ve, ve, ve..."

can sleep through that so long as he remains on the bed.

picks his pillow up and presses it over his head, trying to drown out the sound. Like hell he'll get to sleep tonight...