I'm already in love with this man, and I just met him. But can you blame me? He's so handsome and beautiful and amazing and oh the things I want him to do to me! Oh god sex with him would be a dream come true! He's perfect! I don't even know if he's gay. Even though that never stopped me before from liking straight guys. Why did my heart react this way? So passionately, so fiercely, so hungry for his love! This has never happened before. I don't understand this. I don't understand why my heart yearns for him. It's like my heart recognizes his face but my brain can't connect the dots.
Hopefully, he's gay. If he is and like me back, oh god I'd love to have his cock-
"So, you're from Germany right? How is it there?" I asked trying to forget about any dirty thoughts my mind had come up with. I sat on one of the wooden desks behind me. I smiled up at the German. "I've never been there so I wouldn't know."
He sat down across from me and gave a small smile. "Well, we do have some beautiful architecture, like the Neuschwanstein Castle, and beautiful landscapes like Lake Constance."
"It sounds wonderful. I would love to go one day." I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked at him. Damn was he gorgeous. I pray that he doesn't have a significant other. If he didn't and he liked me and we got together we could go to Germany and see the sights hand in hand and in love and free. Oh, how I wish that one day that dream could come true.
"How about Italy? What's there?"
"Oh you know, The Colosseum, Venice, and Pompeii. It's truly a magnificent country."
He smiled, "Well, I'll have to visit it someday."
I don't know what my heart is doing, but Jesus I'm so in love with this man.
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He was so pretty. I would hug him and never let go. He seemed nice. So perfect, so magnificent! Oh, why heart! Why have you forsaken me! The bell rang and I gathered up my stuff. Teens hurried out the door of the classroom and out into the loud hallway. It was the first class of the first day and it looked like everyone was already ready to die or fall asleep where they stood.
"So you're the kid who's working with my brother!" A loud voice from behind me said. I looked behind me to see a dude with silver hair and red eyes. An albino maybe? He wore a dark blue shirt with a little chick on the breast pocket. He had light grey jeans and black dress shoes. he had a wide smirk on his face. he held his hand out to me, "Nice to meet ya kid."
"Your Ludwig's brother?" I asked, reaching out my hand and shaking his. I smiled, "Well, it's nice to meet you, I'm Feliciano. Whats your name?"
"I'm the awesome Gilbert!" he said, far louder than he needed too, considering I was only two feet away from him. Everybody in the general vicinity turned towards us. But upon seeing who it was talking, most of them rolled their eyes and went on their way. Apparently, they were used to his obnoxious behavior.
"Ok then..." I gave him awkward laugh and looked side to side, along with fiddling with the bracelet around my wrist. I wish Arthur were here, but he had to go to a different class on the opposite side of the school, maybe he would've known how to talk to this boisterous teen who doesn't seem to know social cues or how the social world works.
"Gilbert. People are staring..." I turn behind me to see Ludwig scowling at Gilbert. He pinched the top of his nose and sighed.
"Aww Lutz, don't you remember? You can't stop the king of awesome!" This dude was the most narcissistic person I've ever met. Like, who the hell calls themselves awesome?
"Jesus Christ Gilbert," Ludwig looked down at me trembling like a wet dog, "Can't you read body language? Look at Feliciano."
Gilbert looked down at me. His face softened, "shit," he muttered. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Heh. Sorry kid."
Ludwig sighed, before walking up to stand next to me, "I need your number so we can meet up whenever we get projects."
I nodded. He held out his phone, I quickly put my number into the address book and handed it back to him, "There you go."
"Thanks," He said before turning back to Gilbert, "Come on, we've got class."
"Ok, Bruder!" He shouted running ahead of Ludwig. He sighed and followed the silver-haired troublemaker. Poor dude has to deal with that on a daily basis.
I chuckled. The two had a nice relationship as brothers unlike me, Lovi and Angelo. Lovi wasn't the most social person you'd ever meet, and Angelo was so sociable that he was always with his friends. And my parents, well as much as I love them, I hate the way they viewed homosexuality.
My mind started to wander off to other things. Pasta, food, naps, Ludwig hugging me, Ludwig kissing me. I felt my face heat up. God dammit.
"Someones in love~." Francis. That voice was already printed in my mind. I don't know if that's a good thing.
"You could tell?" I asked, not even looking at the Frenchman as walked up to my right.
"You're blushing like you just saw your crush, you're as pink as bubble gum," Francis said. I could see him smirking in my peripheral vision. I finally looked over at the Frenchman. He draped his arm casually over my shoulder. "Who ya already have the hots for? Seriously you've been in school for about an hour and thirty minutes and you've already fallen in love. They better be hot or you have no reason to be in love"
"Um..." Does Ludwig count as hot? To me, sure, but what if he isn't hot to Francis? I twiddled my fingers. "Ludwig."
Francis' eyes widened. "I see why. Ludwig is quite fucking hot."
"He Is~," I starred above Francis' head and started daydreaming again. Jesus, I'm like a love-struck schoolgirl.
"Alright lover boy lets come back to reality." Francis waved his hand in front of my face to wake me up from my trance. "We've got class in three minutes. where do you even have to go?"
"Wherever Advanced English takes place."
"Lucky for you the door for it is right over there," Francis pointed to the door on his right, "I'm in there for class too, I just came out here to see if I could tease Alfred, but I got you instead. So, here we are."
I gave him a small smile before heading towards the door.
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{DISCONTINUED} Love Is Pasta
FanfictionStudents from all across the world come to Rosenknospe International Academy of Language, Music, and Math as a part of a way to bring different cultures together. Felicano Vargas should have never gone to this high school. he has terrible scores in...