One last day with him
Feliciano looked up to the grandfather clocked ticking in the corner, his frown drooping even father as he saw the short hand slowly reaching to the ten. At ten, that meant bedtime... and then Ludwig would get shipped out to war again. And maybe not come back this time.
"Will you stop staring at that clock, Feliciano? It's not going to go slower." Ludwig stated, pushing up his reading glasses as he tried to read his novel in the bright light of the lamp behind him, that currently the only one on since he was trying to save electricity money. He wasn't very fond of carelessly wasting money obviously. They were both sitting on the couch, Ludwig sitting on it long ways with his back resting against the armrest nearest the lamp while Feliciano sat in it normal with the others knees arched over his own.
The Italian sighed a small 'sho' as he looked down, wrapping his arms around the blonde's legs and setting his head in the crevice of them. Currently