When my eyelids fluttered open, I felt a warm prescence pressed against my side. A ray of weak sunshine tumbled through a crack in the curtain and lay rest against a certain someone's slumbering body, crossing against his rugged cheekbones. Surprisingly, his strong arms had wound themself's around me, pulling me ever closer to his chizzled chest. Slowly, I took a deep breath and tried to stretch without moving too much. I didn't want to wake him.

Although my back hurt from sleeping on the sofa and my legs ached from having them curled up, I still couldn't say that I regretted anything. If aches and pains were the consequences of sleeping on the sofa with Ludwig, then that was a price I was ready to pay. Without even thinking, I let my eyes droop again, falling into a half-sleep, eyes closed but still aware. I stayed in this state until I heard a sharp intake of breath from above me. A slow movement told me that the German had awoken also.

"Mnmm..." I heard him mutter, and I decided to stay 'asleep'.

Unexpectedley, the blonde's whole body went stiff, and his hand shot away from where it had previously been resting in the small of my back. I pouted a little, then 'innocently' clutched at Ludwig's black v-neck shirt to pull him closer to me. He wasn't going to get away from me now I was all snuggled with him.

Again, the German pushed himself away from me, and I could feel the distance between us growing bigger, more empty. Softly, I whimpered a little, still trying to seem asleep, and pulled somewhat a puppy dog face, minus the big eyes. Finally, Ludwig gave up the struggle and his body became a little less tense, eventually ending in his hand running through my hair. Slightly cracking open my eyelids, I mulled over Ludwig through a slight slit in my eye.

If the German looked good in the evening, he looked perfect in the morning. His usually pushed hair had fallen into his eyes, which were slightly hazy with a morning glaze. Gernerally, the blonde would have been organized to the point of militarism, but now he seemed offguard, and a little... softer. A little less intimidating, even. Slowly, I opened my eyes to fully look at him, and our gaze met.

"Hi." I smiled softly.

"Oh... uh, hello?" Ludwig replied reluctantly. Obviously, he wasn't as acustomed to the situation as I was.

"Soo, uh, sorry?" I laughed, but it sounded more like a question.

"Um, it's okay?" This also sounded like a question.

Again, I laughed (a little awkwardly), and moved away from Ludwig, who had pulled himself into a sitting position. I pulled the soft blanket around me and snuggled into the warmth... the warmth that was technically from Ludwig... Ludwig's warmth. I was in Ludwig's warmth. I had been in his warmth. A few minutes ago, I had been wrapped in his arms with my head resting on his chest. Swallowing, I snapped out of my daze and stared at the German who was sat across from me, meeting my gaze.

Surely, I couldn't fall for someone I'd just met. Could I?