𑁯ᰍ⠀‎⠀‎‎feliciano⠀‎⠀‎‎ ͜⠀‎‎⠀‎italy 🇮🇹

Joining Ludwig's training regime seemed like a brilliant idea for your health, until you actually started the training. Now, you were out of breath, your legs about to give up, and the only thing you could hear was Ludwig's shouting 'one more lap!'

After what seemed to be an eternity, Ludwig finally gave you a break. You collapsed into the soft grass, your chest heaving as you desperately gulped down the water from you bottle. The sun was intense, to the point you felt like you were about to melt like a popsicle.

Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. Before you could even look up, a cheerful weight leaned against your shoulder. It was Feliciano. He looked really refreshed for someone who just ran a marathon, his strange hair-curl bouncing with every movement and that goofy, closed-eyed smile plastered on his face. "Ve~ you look like you’re about to turn into a puddle!" he said, giggling as he nudges you playfully. "Ludwig is so mean today, isn't he? I think we deserve a reward, would you like to eat pasta with me after the training? I know a place with the best Bolognese!"