"Just go and ask her! She's not going to wait for you forever, Ludwig!" Feliciano whispered to Ludwig, who had a conflicted look on his face. He had been trying to get the German man to ask you out for a while now and today was probably the best time, seeing as Valentine's Day was right around the corner. Unfortunately, Ludwig had other plans.
"But what if she rejects me?"
"She won't, I promise. And if you don't go now, you'll never know."
"I-I can't! What should I say to her?"
"Ask her if she wants to do anything with you today. Come on, you made a whole list of things you would do to get her to go out with you!"
"But you and Francis helped me with most of them," Ludwig pointed out.
"That doesn't matter, what matters is that you still wanted to make the list. Go! I have faith in you!" The Italian chimed, before giving the blond man a slight nudge towards your direction. Sighing deeply, he took a few strides towards you and tapped your shoulder. Turning around, you smiled at who it was.
"Hi, Ludwig. What's up?"
"Guten Tag, (Name). I have something I wanted to do today, and I wanted to know if you would, er, come with me?"
You beamed at him. "Sure! What is it you want to do, and what do you want me to help you with?"
"Oh, I-I just wanted to visit a florist's to get some flowers, that's all. I just don't know what type to get, and I know you quite like flowers, so I thought bringing you along would be a good idea."
"Oh, yeah! I love flowers! I can totally help you with that. Let's go!" You grabbed his arm and led him down the hallway, excitedly talking his ear off about flowers and how beautiful they were.
Feliciano grinned and said to himself, "Thank me later, you two."
"This one?" Ludwig asked, holding up a pot with geraniums in them. You looked over at the pot he was holding and frowned slightly.
"Um, are these flowers for you or for someone else?"
"Someone else... why do you ask?" He peered at you, looking surprised when you gasped.
"Ludwig, you can't give these to someone else, especially not if they know the language of flowers!"
He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why not? And what's the language of flowers?"
"Flowers have a language of their own. A few hundred years ago, you could send a bouquet of flowers to someone instead of a letter, and it would have its own meaning. These, for a start," you stated, grabbing the pot from Ludwig's hands and putting back down on the table, "signify stupidity. So obviously you don't really want to be giving these to somebody, unless of course it's someone you don't like. Is it someone you don't like?"
"No! No, no, it's for a... close friend of mine."
"Right. So then, you'd want something that's a bit friendlier, like a crocus or maybe some irises." Moving along the rows, you went to look for those particular flowers, while Ludwig moved towards the counter, trying to get attention from the florist in the shop.
"Excuse me." He started.
"Yes, dear?" The florist was a kind-looking middle aged woman. She stopped watering a plant to look at the German, an inquiring look on her face.
"I'm here to collect a bouquet."
"And may I ask what your name is?"
"Beilshmidt. Ludwig Beilshmidt."
"Oh! So you're the lovely young man over the phone who asked for the bouquet! I'm sure your girlfriend will really appreciate them, especially if she gets their meaning." The lady smiled, handing over the bouquet in a bag. He blushed a bit.
"Actually, they're not for my girlfriend. They're just for a- a friend."
The lady looked at him knowingly. "Ah, I see. Don't worry, son; whoever it is you're giving these to will definitely want to be more than friends. You don't just receive a bouquet from someone a few days before Valentine's Day and think they just want to be your friend."
Just then, you ran up to Ludwig, a potted plant in your hands. "Hey, Lud! Give your friend these! They're chrysanthemums, and if you're really close with your friend, I'm sure they'll really appreciate them!"
"Oh, i-it's fine. I found another bunch of flowers to give to my friend. Thanks for helping me, though."
"Really? What did you choose in the end? Can I see? What type of flower is it?" You asked, trying to look in the bag.
"I bought, uh... some, er..."
"He bought some azaleas for his friend. They aren't well, you see." The florist behind the counter helpfully put in.
You pursed your lips. "You didn't tell me your friend was sick, Luddy."
"I didn't think it would matter."
"Oh, okay. Well, I want to buy some flowers for my friend, too. Could you wait for me outside, I'll only be a minute."
Two minutes later you came out holding a large bag and walked to Ludwig, who was waiting outside like he had said.
"What flowers did you get?" Ludwig asked.
You grinned at him slyly before answering, "Oh, just some honeysuckle plants."
"And what do they symbolise?"
He furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you happy about?"
"Um, you know, stuff." Your noncommittal response bothered the German, but he decided to let it slide.
"(Name), I wanted to ask you, since I don't have anything else to do in town, do you want to come over?"
"Sure! It'll be fun hanging out with you!" You grinned. Just then, you felt a drop of water on your cheek. Looking up, you saw the sky was a dark grey. Not a promising sight. "We'd better hurry though, or else we'll get trapped in the rain." Taking his arm, you started to walk down the street, your bag clutched tightly to your chest.
"This rain just ruins everything!" Ludwig muttered angrily under his breath, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands. The skies had decided to really chuck it down before the two of you had even gotten halfway to Ludwig's, resulting in the two of you getting soaked and having to take shelter in a nearby café.
"Hm? Did you say something?" You asked as you lifted your gaze from your hot chocolate to the tall German man sitting in front of you. He quickly turned away and you thought you saw his cheeks turn red.
"Oh, I-I was just wondering when the rain would stop. As nice as this café is, I don't exactly want to spend the rest of today in here. I had a list of things I wanted to do today, and this rain is going to ruin all of that."
You smiled. Ludwig always made plans daily, so naturally he wouldn't be prepared for something like this to happen and throw all of those plans out of the window. Putting down your mug, you gently laid a hand on his. He turned back towards you, surprised at the contact. "Forget the list, Luddy. You don't have to order your life all the time. Go with the flow for once. Anyway, you can always put off what you were going to do on that list for another day!"
"J-Ja, I suppose you're right. Um... since it looks like we'll be here for a while, I might as well give you these now. I wanted to wait until you were at my house and there weren't so many people around, but these are for you." Pulling the bouquet of flowers out of the bag, he handed them over to you.
Your eyes widened as you took the bouquet from him. "Ludwig, do you know what these mean?" He looked down, nodding. Squealing, you grabbed his hands and leaned over. "That's so sweet! In fact, I have flowers for you, too! Here!" Still grinning madly, you picked the flowers out of your bag and thrust them at him.
"They're very beautiful, what are they?"
"Gardenias. They signify a secret love. You see, I really wanted to tell you how I felt, but I didn't want to tell you outright, so I got you these instead. If I knew you were going to get me a bouquet of gloxinia, I wold have bought some ambrosia instead! That would be to say your-"
Ludwig cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. When you finally pulled away, you saw he was smirking.
"That was rude, cutting me off like that. Don't you want to know what ambrosia stands for?" You pouted.
He squeezed your hands. "Sorry. I'm sure they have a really great meaning. What do they stand for?"
"They mean 'your love is returned'. And it is! I do love you, Luddy."
"I really do love you too, (Name). You make me feel so happy whenever I'm with you. I've been dying to ask you something, too. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"I was waiting for you to ask me that! Yes, I will be your girlfriend." And you pulled him in for another kiss.