Cooking with Love (Germany x Italy APH)
"What the...?" Ludwig stared agape at the table in his dinning room. It was set for two with multiple plates of various types of Italian dishes. His mind immediately went back to earlier in the day...
*Bang Bang Bang!*
The German man groaned as he was awoken by someone spaztically attacking his front door. 'Honestly,' He thought as he glanced to the clock on his night stand, reading 8:30am. 'The one day I allow myself to sleep in and be lazy...' Ludwig sighed and pulled himself up and trudged out of his bedroom. His hair was still messy, but he didn't care, he wasn't working today after all. Once he had descended the stairs and made it to his front door he looked through the peephole to see who it was. He sighed again. Feliciano stood on his front porch with a bundle of grocery bags slung over his arms. 'Of course,' He thought. 'Who else could it ever be but Feliciano?' The young man knocked again and this time