Feliciano's P.O.V
Waking up on my own, I found it strange that a heavy weight was gently holding me close and that I wasn't awaken by French screaming. Francis isn't a bad guy, it's just that he has to scream, if he doesn't, no one will wake up. Trust me, you don't know fear unless you've woken up to some crazy man with cooking utensils in hand, screaming random things I'm French. You don't know....
Taking a peek at the mysterious weight, all the memories instantly come back to me. Ludwig and the one night stand. I'm actually hyped that he still did it with me even though I was a guy but it wasn't meant to be. It wouldn't work, I was a slave of a waiter and he was a successful business man. Besides, he probably loves some girl with beautiful blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a great figure-not an ounce of fat but still a lot in her trunks.
I had none of those. I had messy brown hair with a stupid curl that could never take it's place back in my head of hair, dull and lifeless eyes, and a pathetic body that was as tan as snow. He would never love me and if he did, it'd probably be out of pity. Great, here I go again, getting all depressed. Simply smile! You're a Vargas, Feli!
I pull my lips into a false cheery smile and begin to dress myself quietly before Ludwig could awake to see me. Just as I walk out the door, a creak resounds from the bed and I glance back to see Ludwig staring up at me. Heat rises up to settle on my cheeks and I run down the hall, the door having long shut behind me. First things first, Lovi and Antonio. Antonio's grip was made of iron, I had to pry him off of Lovi.
Thankfully for me and my fratello, Antonio could sleep through his death. It's a miracle he could wake up in the first place. Slipping into the room, I find a tomato-red Lovi held in a death grip against a butt-naked Antonio. Lovi's blush darkened when I came in but he sighed in relief as I near the bed. Placing my hands on Antonio's hairy forearm, I straighten my posture and ever so slowly, pry off one arm. Uncurling the fingers from the arm underneath Lovi, he carefully slip's out and dresses hastily.
Wordlessly, we walk out into the hallway. Just as the door shut before Lovi, a familiar German appears at the end of the hallway. My cheeks flare up and out of embarrassment, I pull Lovi all the way down to the servant's living quarters. I ran the whole way, never once daring to look back. I can't face Ludwig, I just couldn't.
"Fratello! What the fuck was that shit about? You were fucking late today and you made me run! Bastard... What happened?! I didn't see you before Antonio took me!" Lovi ranted, his expression full of worry and concern.
"Gilbert sold me last night... It was to his own fratello and that's why I came to pick you up late. As for the running, I saw him when walked out of you and Antonio's room so I panicked and ran!" I frantically answered. I felt so ashamed of myself. I was just like a slut! I fucked and dumped!
"When I see that bastardous albino, I'll beat his face in til it's unnoticeable!!!!! Where's is he?!?! Where is his Fratello?!?! I'm taking everyone down to hell with me!!!! How dare they touch you?!?! Gilbert Fuckmidt promised not to sell!!!!! I'm gonna rip off his dick and shove it down his throat so deep, he'll have to eat his own dick!!!!!!" Infuriated, Lovi began to scream and shout, threating everyone's lives. I loved Lovi but he was going overboard. Not even mafia gang leaders are this cruel....
"Lovi calm down... It's not like I'm going to see Ludwig again..." Sweat stuck to my forehead as I began to feel over heated and over whelmed.
"And you know his name too! This is just great!" Flipping a table, another unsuspecting servant walked in and Lovi chased him out while growling in Italian. I think he needs therapy...
"WHAT'S WITH ALL THE COMMOTION?!?!?!" Gilbert and Francis marched in, their heads held high. Once they saw loviano though, their jaws dropped and they immediately held each other, fear written over their expressions. "I-I uh, I mean... A-are y-you o-okay L-lovia-ano?" Stuttering uncontrollably, Gilbert's face paled recognizably when he saw me standing in the corner.
"OKAY?!?! OKAY?!?!?! THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!?! STUPID BASTARDS!!!! YOU GAVE MY LITTLE FRATELLO AWAY TO A MAN SLUT!!!!!" Usually Francis and Gilbert would be ordering us around, they would be in command but they broke their promise and angered Lovi in doing so and the tables have turned. Gilbert's demeanor changed suddenly, he released Francis and walked up to Lovi.
"VHAT DID JOU CALL MEIN BRUDER?!?!" Gilbert screamed back at Lovi, his face red and his German accent clearer than water.
"I-A CALLED HIM-A SLUT, YOU-A FUCKING BASTARD!!!" Lovi's Italian accent came out as well. Francis came over to my side and we watched in shock as the two battled over who's brother was more precious and important. Glancing over at the French men, I can tell by the way he's gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw that he's about to lose his patience.
"ZENOUGH!!!" He finally explodes, flinging his arms up as he storms inbetween the raging duo. "WE HAVE TO PREPARE FOR TONIGHT, LOVI YOU HAVE TO GET READY AND GILBERT I RECALL A TOWERING STACK OF PAPERS YOU NEED TO COMPLETE BEFORE THE END OF THE DAY SO I SUGGEST YOU BOTH GET TO IT!"
"Y-yes sir!" Lovi and Gilbert stutter as they rush in different directions.
"Oh and one more thing... Michelle is more perf than any other sibling in the world. See you opening time!" With that Francis rushes off to the kitchen to prestart everything as Lovi enters our room and Gilbert, his office. Maybe things were back to normal...
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GerIta ; My Type Of Luck, Is No Luck
Fanfiction(((((EDITING IN PROGRESS))))) Luck has never been on Feliciano Vargas's side. It wasn't there for him when his brother, Loviano, and him were kidnapped, it wasn't there for him when he was sold off to become a prostitute, and it wasn't there for h...
