"Ugh...." I groaned, then tidied up the bottles and cleaned up the room. I slouched down on the sofa next to Ludwig and stared at the table.

"I feel like I've just fucking vommited out my feelings and I don't care that he's gone." I sighed.

"People think they'll be so sad over him, but then they never are." Ludwig replied.

"He was so easy to get over." I said, but then a surge of emotion hit me. "Almost easy."

"It's harder for you. You'd actually made memories with him."

"I know..." I shuddered. Then the tears pricked my eyes as I remembered everything about him.

Movie nights and popcorn, coffee in the morning, hot milk at night, snuggling under blankets. Going to the beach, walking in the park, kissing under mistletoe at Christmas... the list was endless. I snapped out of my daze when I felt a warm liquid hit my hand. And then the tears began to flow.

"I thought I was so fucking special, Ludwig!" I sobbed.

Ludwig sighed, closed his laptop lid, and put it on the coffee table.

"You need a shoulder to cry on?" He asked, holding out his arm.

I sniveled and nodded, scooching closer to him. He put his arm around me, pulling me closer, and I didn't reject it. I couldn't help but cling to his shirt as I sobbed.

"He never even... batted a fucking eye... when he walked out!" I gasped inbetween sobs. "He just fucking left!"

Ludwig held me close the whole time, making circle patters on the small of my back, where his hand rested. I cried a lot, the sobs seemed never-ending, and I'm not even sure what I said. Half of it was slagging of Gik, the other half was probably self-depricating words of how stupid I was. I cried, he listened, nodding and shushing and cradling me like Gil hadn't.

After a while, I went quiet. The odd sniff or choked breath escaped me, but for the most part, I simply hund onto Ludwig, my legs tucked in to my side, my hand clinging onto his shirt. I was practically sat on his lap by the end of it.

Without thinking, I rested my head in the crook of his neck and closed my eyes, my eyelashes brushing against his skin.

"You gonna sleep there?" He chuckled.

"Mnmmmu." I replied.

"Please tell me I wasn't meant to understand that."

"It's sleepy talk for 'Fuck you'." I spat.

I suddenly became very aware of his presence; his hand on my back, his arm around my shoulder, his jaw just above my head, and his legs underneath mine. I could feel other things as well...

"I can feel your fucking big ass German cock on my leg." I remarked, back to my usual self.

"Nice to know." He deadpanned humorously.

I laughed a little. "I'm not kidding! Move it!"

He spluttered with laughter. "You want me... to move my cock?!" He said through spurts of laughter.

"Yes!" I shot, but laughter seeped into my words.

"Can't you move your legs?" He asked.

"No, bastard! I'm too fucking lazy. And besides, it's kinda comfy here."

"What, comfy with my cock on your leg?"

"Oh, shut up. Would you prefer it to be on my fucking ass, you perv?" I spat.

"You're wierd." He replied. "And no."

"Rood." I pouted.

"What, would you prefer it to be a yes?" He chuckled.

"Shut up." I mumbled, and somehow, I curled up smaller.

"Aww." Ludwig mumbled, probably thinking I couldn't hear him. I could.

"Did you just fucking aww me, potato bastard?" I shouted.

"What? You're curled up in a ball like a dog, it's cute." He replied innocently.

"I can tell what your favourite sex position is." I spat sarcastically.

He snorted. "Wow. Mature. And how old are you, again?"

"I'm 22, asshole." I whined.

"I though you were Gil's age?" Ludwig asked quizically.

"No, that bastard's 26."

"Huh." Was the reply.

"You're, like, 19, right?" I asked.

He laughed yet again. "I'm 21."

I turned to face him, eyebrows raised. "Holy fucking shit, really?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing, just..."

"What, you like older men?"

"Oh mio dio, shut your fucking gob." I muttered.

"Mein Gott, shut yours."

"Nah, besides, you prefer it open. It let's you imagine my fucking gorgeous lips around your throbbing erection." I insulted.

"And here we have Lovino, projecting his thoughts onto other people." The German shot back.

"And here we have Ludwig, lying through the skin of his teeth." I returned. It had become a game, now.

"And here we have Lovino, realizing how much he craves German cock."

"And here we have Ludwig, wishing the Italian would suck the afore mentioned cock."

"And here we have Lovino, with his throbbing erection."

"And here we have Ludwig, jacking it to said erection."

"And here we have Lovino, searching German porn into Pornhub."

"And here we have Ludwig, jacking off to sexy Italian men on Pornhub."

"And here we have Lovino, moaning about German cock in his dreams."

"And here we have Ludwig, ruining his sheets with wet dreams about Italians."

"And here we have Lovino, sucking so much dick that he's become one!"

"And here we have Ludwig, wishing that his dick had been sucked."

This went on for at least ten minutes, before we collapsed in a laughing heap.