Good Riddance to Bad Rubbish

Chapter 3

When Friday rolled around, Gilbert decided to set the plan to action. His brother and him were sitting on the living room floor having their lunch on the coffee table, conversing on random things that happened at school that week.

It then got silent and the older boy spoke up, “Feli and you have become really close friends now haven't you?” Ludwig blushed slightly when he heard Feliciano's name, recalling what had happened just a few days ago.

“How about you invite him for a sleepover tomorrow?” Ludwig's blush deepened as he just stared at his plate of wurst. He slowly nodded and Gilbert did a mini happy dance, receiving a weird look from his younger brother. Once they both finished their dinner and put their plates in the sink, they headed back to the living room to sit on the couch and watch TV.

Gilbert started poking the other's cheek,“Hey Luddy, hey Luddy, hey Luddy,” he repeated over and over until his brother gave him a stern look, “So when are you gonna ask Feli to come over?” After letting out an exasperated sigh, Ludwig reached over to get his phone that was on the coffee table and typed out a quick text to Feliciano, asking him if he wanted to spend the night the next day.

There was a response about a minute later that said, “Sure Luddy that sounds like fun!! :D I'll go ask my grandpa if I can!” and then a minute after that, “He said yes!! When do you want me to come?”

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Feliciano was ecstatic that he was going over to his best friend's house to sleepover, and it was apparent because he started making pasta, which is what he does when he's overly excited. Lovino had noticed that his brother was cooking when he could smell the food and hear the water boiling. He walked in the kitchen and heard Feliciano humming contently.

“Why are you so happy?” Lovino asked and caused Feliciano to look over his shoulder and smile, “Because Luddy invited me to a sleepover!” he exclaimed.

“WHAT? Y-YOU BETTER NOT BE GOING!”

“Ehhh...But, I already asked Grandpa and he said yes!” Lovino's glare didn't disappear, and suddenly Feli felt he probably shouldn't have told him why he was so happy. But then he got an idea...

“Why don't you come with me, fratello?” Feliciano asked, earning a shocked face from Lovi. “Th-there's no way in hell--” he started, but was interrupted by their grandfather walking in and asking, “What's all this yelling about?”

“Fratello's really angry that I'm going over to Ludwig's house tomorrow! And I think asking him to come along made him even angrier!” the younger Italian answered, getting yet another glare from Lovino.

Their grandpa simply smiled, “I think you should go along too, Lovi.”

“Yeah! Ludwig really isn't as bad as you think he is, he's actually very nice!”

Lovino's eyebrow twitched. If there was anything he hated seeing more than anything it was having to witness his brother being upset. So he sighed, and he said, “Alright fine I'll go. But if that potato bastard tries to make a move on you, then the both of us are going home, dammit!”

“Thank you, Lovi!” Feliciano ran to hug his brother and immediately went to go get his phone and ask Ludwig if Lovino could come along.

“Hey, wait! Who's going to finish cooking this pasta?!” Lovino shouted.

Lovino and Feliciano were dropped off at the Beilschmidt's house by their grandpa during the late afternoon. When they rang the doorbell, Gilbert was the one to be at the front door. He saw Lovino and smirked, “Glad you could make it, Lovi~” he teased. The Italian glared at him and didn't say anything back, which made Gilbert's smirk grow. He stepped aside to let the two in.