I want to cook pasta in the water! [Ita and Spain]

[feli]

After a very confusing and tiring day, Feliciano had finally made his through a strange path and to a ;arge, cottage-looking place. Very Japanese, something that Kiku would definitely live in. “So I’m in Japan…” he concluded, and walked up to the building. He immediately felt the warm, moist air, and his face flushed as the heat made him a bit sweaty around the collar. It was getting dark; the sky had turned a dark lavender purple, the only lights being emitted from the building ahead. He looked at the wooden sign- either Japanese or Chinese characters were engraved into it, he couldn’t really tell the difference.

When he walked in, he was greeted by a creepy old woman whom he spoke to for a bit, explaining his situation and how he really wanted a place to sleep. He reached into his pockets and found a surprising amount of money inside- he handed the woman the bills, and she led him to a room.

“A hot spring, ve…” He had been to one of these before, with Kiku, back when they were just beginning to be friends, and Kiku showed him technology that would… miniaturize him… Feliciano felt his heart sink as he thought of Kiku- could Japan be here as well? He hoped to see another familiar face soon…

The woman left his room and he looked at the futon on the floor as he set down his suitcase. He did feel tired, but it was awfully hot in the room, and he figured he mind as well go into the hot springs and relax his body for a bit. Feliciano walked over to the male dressing room to remove his clothes- he placed them in the cubby-like bin and picked up a towel. He ducked his head under the thin paper sheets that covered the door to the springs, feeling the foggy and humid clouds on his face. A shadow on the far end of the springs waved and called out to him- Feliciano slowly entered the water and slowly waded towards the figure. He at first squinted to make out the face of the other person in the hot spring, and then opened his eyes wide in shock.

“Spain!” He cried, feeling joy well up in his tummy, “What are you doing here?!” He gave Spain a big hug and a smile, and then asked, "Ve, have you seen fratello? I really want to see Lovi right now! Oh, and I really want to cook some pasta in this water too, it's so hot in here!"

OOC: You can kinda see where I'm going with this, yeah, hot spring flavored pasta! lol xD

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[Antonio Fernandez]

"Feli!" It was an automatic response to catching sigh of a hair curl and the familiar frame of somebody (he finally knew). Of course, at first, he had assumed it was Lovino but Spain wasn't thick enough to not notice the "ve~" and know the only one in the entire universe who said it. Ah, it was good to see just somebody in general though and more so because it was somebody as nice and refreshing as Veneziano. The Italian greeted him a hug he was all too happy to indulge himself in.

"Resting a little. I've already been out and about and I figured I was in Japan...I've always wanted to do this again~" he explained off the top of his head. Of course he had more concerns regarding the matter, his back still hurt a little despite how distorted life seemed to be here and if there was something he'd taken with him from, well, where he'd come from it was his old scars --although oddly not as a prominent as they were from way back when. He almost felt embarrassed to suddenly expose a person like Feliciano to that and so he submerged himself a little more in the water, passing it off as a gesture of relaxation rather than the slightest bit of shame.

"Pasta, you say?" He considered this and then laughed at the mental he got of the two of them cooking pasta in the hot springs. "That sounds lovely, Ita-chan but then... what would do about sauce in here? I rather like my pasta with it." He contemplated this for a long time, leaning back against a convenient rock for support.

"We could always get some together later, si? Would you like that? For now we can just relax in here." He patted the younger on the head with a fond smile. The thought had made him a little hungry, he had to admit.

[feli]

Feliciano felt his face flush from the heat, his skin getting sensitive from the water. “I don’t think we have to worry about tomato sauce, I have a can in my suitcase!”

Feliciano had remembered buying pasta ingredients from a small convenience store in the town (it was his natural habit to have some pasta handy and ready in case he ever got the chance to cook). “I’ll be right back, ve!”

Feliciano ignored Antonio’s earlier slight protest and swam quickly through the water and up to the dressing room, putting a towel on and hurrying to his room to fetch the ingredients. He opened his suitcase, and there they were, angel haired pasta noodles, tomatoes in a can (they weren’t as good as freshly diced and smashed tomatoes, but anything was better than nothing), and small containers of garlic and various herbs and spices that could be added to pasta. “Just some plates and we’re all set!” Feliciano swiftly snuck into the kitchen, grabbed two plates and a can opener, and then rushed back to Antonio, who was waiting for him in the water.

“I brought everything!” Feliciano piped cheerily. “Pasta noodles, pasta sauce, pasta spices… this pasta will be amazing in the hot water, ve!” He waded towards Antonio holding all the items in his arms, struggling to keep them together without accidentally dropping them in the water. Feliciano finally reached the Spaniard and gave a big smile, but then felt his fingers slip- he unfortunately dropped everything into the hot springs’ water.

“Oh no!” He cried, trying to reach down, wincing at the intense heat. “Ve, this water is too hot, I can’t dunk my head in, but everything would be ruined! What do we do, Antonio?” He looked up at the Spanish man with pleading eyes.

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