Kids, be careful what you wish for. You never know… it may happen someday!

Feliciano understood it when his… “wish”… became real. Thanks goodness only for one day!

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It was a beautiful and sunny day. The Italian really wanted to take his German friend out for a walk, but he had too much work to do. Or so he said.

He wouldn’t lie, no. He was sitting all the time by the desk, calculating and writing something. He never let Feliciano see or know what was he doing, though. He perhaps just didn’t want to bother him, because this stuff was just too serious for the idiotic Italian. I mean, a person who eats only pasta, talks only about pasta and dreams only about pasta (pity how wrong was he) for sure couldn’t understand such complex things.

But Feliciano was bored. And Ludwig was paying no attention to him, anyway. What to do, what to do… Going out for a walk alone isn’t really that entertaining.

Call Gilbert to come out with him? Nah, he was perhaps busy spying on somebody, because he certainly wasn’t at home (as he lived with Ludwig and Feliciano). Not like he was some kind of a creepy pervert who follows you everywhere, no! This role was taken, anyway (by Francis).

Call his older brother, Lovino? No, he would perhaps only scold him for still being with Ludwig and Kiku or for asking for stupid things.

Wait, wait… SIESTA! Finally! Time for a nap! Feliciano in a second took off his clothes and fell asleep on the sofa, covering himself with a blanket. Not to mention he made a lot of noise doing this… but it was normal for him. Ludwig got used to it.

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He woke up on his own. But in shock he realized it got a bit dark outside. He only wiped the single tear that came from his eye away and searched for his clothes. He looked around the room. He remembered he threw them around the room… and now they were lying there on the table! Perfectly folded!

“Uwah, magic!!” he gasped in awe.

“No magic, just one man’s hands”, Ludwig grunted from the next room where he was doing his work.

The Italian sat still on the sofa for a moment. His friend made himself a break… he perhaps didn’t eat anything at all. He just came to clean the mess Feliciano always makes and went back to work.

He then only shook his head and took his clothes to put them on. And sat on the sofa again.

“Man, Ludwig is so boring… I wonder if he ever has any fun. I wonder how it is to be like him”.

So little did the young man know about that shooting star that was right then in the sky. It heard Feliciano’s voice, because Feliciano was pure and he truly believed in the Shooting Star. Also, it remembered the German. THE German, who wanted so much impossible wishes he made it crash right on Arthur.

“Revenge will be sweet”, thought the star and disappeared somewhere in the sky behind the tall trees.

The Italian only smiled and went to cook some pasta for his friend. He was sure Ludwig starved, but was too busy to make food for himself.

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The next day came. Obviously, the two shared Ludwig’s bed, because Feliciano not sleeping with Ludwig just doesn’t seem right.

“Hey… hey… Hey~! Wake up!!” the cheerful voice and sudden few pokes on the forehead awoke the other man.

He sat up on the bed, lazily rubbing his sleepy eyes. He was giving himself a long time before returning completely to reality (later he wished he never did, though) … He must’ve dreamt of something nice. He turned his face to the other man, blinking a few times.

“L--Huh?!”, suddenly his eyes just shot open and in shock he fell off the bed.

The other man, seeing only the two slim legs straightened from behind the bed, came closer to the edge and bent over to see the face of his friend.

“I must be still asleep… I must be still asleep. Damn, that hurt”, the fallen guy kept chanting to himself.

“You always wake up late~! I have to wake you up!”

THE HORROR. Horror I say! But if I had to use words to express what horror it was, you would just quit reading, because there would be at least five meters* of text… of that one word.

Ludwig’s cheerful face!

Feliciano, who was still lying on the ground, only kept giving him murderous looks. “Don’t you have work to do?” he grunted and finally sat up.

“B-but… bruder hasn’t come home yet”, the German pouted.

Feliciano sighed heavily and reached out for his clothes which were thrown all around the room. Because he just couldn’t put them all together in one place.

“Are you going to make breakfast? Please, make wurst! Wurst! Pasta’s boring!”

The Italian felt like he was shot on the head. But he didn’t say anything, he only left the room to make breakfast.

In no time Ludwig made his way to the kitchen to see the whole process of food-making. He kept running around Feliciano, checking if he really was making wurst. And, without saying anything, kept clearing everything up, although the Italian wasn’t done yet.

“Can’t you just sit still and wait?”, Feliciano grunted heavily and then only sighed.

It really was wurst for breakfast, by the way.

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“Man. How boring.”, the Italian was now lying on the sofa, doing… nothing at all. It was still morning, Ludwig went to get his today’s work done. Like always. But something seemed just so off.

Feliciano couldn’t understand how the hell could he be bored. He always had something to do and his days were always busy from doing something but nothing.

His face suddenly turned red.

“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT!!”, he yelled and got his hair curl out of German’s hand. “D-don’t you have work to do?!”

“But work’s so boring…!” Ludwig pouted and threw himself on the sofa, resting his head on the lap of the other man.

Feliciano felt very uneasy in this situation, but he only sighed and looked away.

Someone knocked on the door. The Italian got up and went right away to open.

“How can someone as awesome as me forgot his keys?! Oh, hey Feli-ch----“

Gilbert went silent as he saw Feliciano with a deadly frown on his face and his very own beloved brother hugging the Italian from behind, rubbing the back of his head with his cheek. “…West, you’ve disappointed me.”

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“Gilbert, do you know how to help him?”

“Help?”

“He’s acting very weird since he awoke.”

“Ah. No, I won’t help you, I’m busy!”

They watched as Ludwig kept making paper planes out of his own calculations and threw them in the air. One of them got stuck in hair of the Italian.

“Gilbert”, Feliciano frowned. “You have no work. You are single. You live with your brother. In fact, you have nothing but free time.”

“Bah, Feli-chan isn’t cute anymore”, the silver-haired man smirked. But deep inside he shivered like a little girl, I kid you not (but he does).

“H-hey. Don’t give me that look. Don’t you have that Honda guy to help you?”

Feliciano didn’t answer.

“We don’t even know how to help him! Now, stop with that face! It’s not funny anymore!”

Feliciano was still silent, his face didn’t change at all. Well, but he did take the paper out of his hair, though.

“And boom! The Messerschmitt Bf-109 crashed on a silver mountain!” Ludwig laughed as one of his paper planes got stuck in his brother’s hair.

“At least West is being cute now!!” Gilbert turned his face to Ludwig and smirked.

“Stop giving him that look”, Feliciano definitely sounded a little jealous in there.

“Ooh, right. I should make him worship me because I looked at him!!”

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Honda Kiku was on his way to visit the two Germans and the Italian, but when he heard screams and shouts coming from the house, he stopped. He still remembered what happened the last time....

The two were lying on the floor in the bathroom, Feliciano only waving his hand to the shocked and confused Kiku. “I did it! I became closer to Ludwig!!”, he only shouted.

The Japanese man stood in silence for a few seconds. He then slowly started to step out of the bathroom (secretly holding a camera in his hand, I assure you).

“M-maybe I’ll come when you’re less busy”, he spoke shyly with a mysterious smirk on his face. When he was already out he rushed to his own house with his eyes widened as he knew he saw something he shouldn’t.

But he thought to himself for a moment was it the same this time.

“West!! Don’t use the blueprint as your dish when eating wurst!!”

“S... Stop… STOP TOUCHING MY HAIR!!”

“Wait, what are you doing NOW?! Don’t undress him, idiot!”

“Hey, stop being so nervous, Feli-chan!!”

The Japanese man only turned around on his foot and went back to his house.

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“Wow, Feli-chan, you sure run fast!”, Gilbert bent over to look at the two men lying on the floor. Again may I add. Fortunately, this time they were wearing clothes. Well, maybe with exception of Ludwig’s jacket…

“Get off me, Feliciano!!”, Ludwig whined helplessly. But the Italian held his wrists to the ground, sitting on his back. His face was all dirty from meatballs. Yes, indeed. In all this chaos Ludwig accidentally made the plate of pasta land of the not-so-cute-now face of Feliciano.

How sad Ludwig could never catch Feliciano when he was running away from him...

“But tell me, since when do you have so much strength you can make West fall to the ground and hold him like that?”

“Pasta…!! My pasta!!”, the Italian chanted under his breath.

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Once again the morning came. Sun was especially mean this day and shone right into the eyes of the two men.

“Hey, Feliciano. Wake up.”

“Nooo, Ludwig! Don’t poke me on the forehead, aaah!!”, the Italian awoke in a second and cried like if it was the end of the world.

But when he opened his eyes he only saw the murderous look on the face of the German. He sighed in relief.

They both heard mysterious chuckling from behind the door of the bedroom. They peaked out and saw Gilbert going down the stairs with some photos in his hands.

“Fufufu, I’m sure Elizaveta will like these~!”

“A…! Did he really…”, Feliciano gasped.

“Did he really what.” Ludwig had a confused look on his face.

Well, better for him not to know.

“Gilbert!! Give those back, aaah!”, the Italian rushed (naked) after the Prussian. When Gilbert saw him coming, he started to run away with his new treasure. But, as he saw yesterday, he knew he had no chance. Feliciano accidentally pushed him off the stairs.

“Oops!”

A/N:Some things are better left… unexplained. It popped out from nowhere and I just had to make it alive. It was going to be a short comic, but… Cheerful Ludwig. THE HORROR.

Umh, yeah, the Shooting Star switch their personalities for one day. Good thing Ludwig’s memory is pretty bad, eh?

I would say “I hope I didn’t make them too OOC”, but in this fic it’s just… uh. I still feel Feliciano didn’t act enough German, but… my eyes burn already from writing this, anyway.

I HATE MYSELF FOR THIS FIC, YES. Still, it was kind of fun...~

* Yay, five meters joke!!