How did he manage to make him feel like this? The younger male made him seem so... soft.... Ludwig sighed, opening his cold blue eyes and looking out around the track, searching for an Italian who seemed to be missing, as usual. " Feliciano!" A messy mop of brown hair appeared slightly over the edge of the hill. " Si, Ludwig?" He replied innocently, like nothing was wrong with him running off again, no doubt flirting with some girl. Again.
"Get back over here! We're not done yet!" Feliciano pouted slightly, but started walking back towards the German man. " But Doitsu~ I'm'a Tired.." He whined. Ludwig rolled his eyes, sitting on the grass crossing his legs. " Run Two more laps and I'll let you take a break."
Feliciano nodded, still pouting slightly, and started jogging around the track, slowing down quickly. " Feliciano! I know you can run faster than that!" Ludwig yelled, scowling slightly. Feliciano squeaked slightly, instantly running faster, and finishing the two laps within minutes. He came stumbling back over to Ludwig, panting slightly, his face flushed, and collapsed slightly onto the grass, resting his head on Ludwig's knee and closing his eyes.
The German blushed slightly, but smiled and stroked Feliciano's hair gently, avoiding the Italian man's curl. "Ich Liebe Dich, Feli." He whispered, his blush deepening slightly
Feliaciano looked up at the other with a bright smile, sitting up and moving into his lap, wrapping his arms around Ludwig's neck loosely. " Ti amo, Doitsu~!." He giggled, leaning in to Kiss Ludwig happily.