It had only been a week since Antonio moved in, and Feliciano could already notice Lovino getting more and more uncomfortable. He seemed to spend more time with Feliciano after Antonio moved in. Lovino complained to Feliciano about Antonio when Antonio still stayed at work, even after dark.
"Can you believe that tomato bastard? He's so ignorant, and doesn't understand anything. And he's too kind for his own go-," Lovino stopped himself and looked away. "Forget I said that. A-anyway, he leaves the toilet seat up! What kind of man does that?" Lovino told Feliciano.
Feliciano looked at Lovino. "Uh.. brother, you do that too...."
Lovino looked up and glared at Feliciano.
"No, no! I do it too, it's fine! Don't hurt me!" Feliciano said, hoping his brother stayed where he was sitting.
Lovino rolled his eyes, and turned on his chair to stand up. "Whatever. I'm going to bed." Lovino started to walk up the stairs, paused, and looked back at Feliciano. "And stop sleeping with me." Lovino continued walking upstairs, without another word.
Feliciano was confused, Lovino never complained about it before. Feliciano was dissapointed, and slowly made himself go up to the bedroom. His bedroom. Feliciano sighed and let his head sink into his cold, soft pillow. Feliciano closed his eyes and drifted off.
Feliciano was awoken by being kicked off a bed, sending him flying into the ground. Feliciano got up, as he whimpered with tears daring to fall from his eyes, and saw his brother's angry face. "I told you to sleep in your own bed!"
Feliciano rubbed his eyes and finally looked at his surroundings. He recognised it as his brother's room. "How did I get here?" Feliciano muttered, thinking to himself.
"What do you mean how did you get here? You obviously got up and came in here and crawled into my bed," Lovino hissed in his angry tone he almost always used.
Feliciano shook his head. "No, I don't remember that happ-"
Lovino interrupted Feliciano and yelled, "BULL CRAP! You had to have got up just to piss me off!"
"No, I-" Feliciano began, but was once again interrupted as the door slowly opened behind him.
"Is everything okay in here?" Antonio crept in, waken up by the screaming of the brothers.
Lovino looked at Antonio, obviously shocked and angered by the Spainard in his room. "No, Feliciano came in here again!"
"No I didn't mean to, I swear!"
Antonio quirked an eyebrow. "What happened?"
Lovino looked over to Antonio after glaring as hard as he could ar Feliciano. "Feliciano keeps sleeping with me!"
"I didn't mean to, I swear! I was sleeping in my own room! I really was! I don't know how I got here," Feliciano defended himself, squeaking every now and then.
Antonio sighed as he realized what happened. "Lovi, Felici-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"Feliciano was just sleepwalking, so of course he doesn't remember it," Antonio continued, after being interrupted by Lovino. Lovino sighed and turned his head away. "Just don't do it again, Feli," Lovino said as the anger slowly left his voice. Feliciano nodded and left the room uncomfortably. Antonio followed him out.
Antonio stopped Feliciano and smiled. "Don't worry about it, mi amigo. It happens to the best of us." Feliciano tiredly nodded, not paying as much attention to Antonio's words as he should've. "Sì."
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Feliciano just arrived in town, smiling at ladies that passed by. He arrived at the familiar store of where he buys his pasta and wine. He entered and greeted the manager that recognised him immediatly. "Feliciano! Welcome back, I've missed you!" The manager exclaimed in a French accent.
Feliciano smiled and nodded. "Sì, I've missed you too! Is there any new pasta?"
The French staff, Francis, frowned and said, dramatically,"You always ask that! And you never ask about moi. Oh, how I wish you noticed my beautiful hair's change!"
Feliciano looked at the Frenchmen's hair and saw no difference. "Oh.. yeah... It's very nice..."
The Frenchmen smiled and took Feliciano's hand. "Come! I must show you our new, finest wine!"
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Ludwig was alone today, as his brother was at a job interview. Normally, Ludwig was the first to get a job, but that was in Germany. Here, everyone seemed to be intimidated by him. He sighed, as he walked in to what seemed to be an Italian store. Maybe he would have better luck here.
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Feliciano was intrigued at the new wines Francis was showing him. Each one seemed to be delicately made, and aged for years. Feliciano nodded as Francis dramatically explained each one.
"Francis Bonnefoy, please come to the break room," Francis's walkie talkie said aloud.
Francis sighed. "Oh, Feliciano, I'm afraid I must be off. Do buy some wine. Au revoir!"
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Francis made his way over to the break room. He was saddened to leave his favorite customer, but it couldn't be helped. Francis entered the break room to see a very muscular, blonde man with sparkling blue eyes.
"Bonjour! What brings such a man here today? You didn't try stealing, did you?" Francis asked.
The man shook his head. "Nein," the man said in a very heavy german accent.
"Oh? What brings you here today then, uhhhhh, what shall I call you?"
"Ludwig Beilschmidt, and I'm here for a job interview."
"Oooh! Someone new!"
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Feliciano browsed the wines and pastas, occasionally flashing a grin to ladies that passed by, the girls giggling slightly. Feliciano found some thick noodles that seemed to be great for alfredo. Feliciano decided he should leave, after all he lingered here long enough.
Just as Feliciano left to leave, he saw Francis exit the staff room with a stragely familiar face. "Hey, Feli!" Francis smiled as he waved at Feliciano, signaling Feliciano to stop.
"Oh, ciao Francis," Feliciano smiled.
"Feliciano, we have a new cashieer!"
Feliciano looked over to the man that towered both him and Francis. Feliciano smiled and said, "Ciao! What's your name?"
The man seemed shocked, shook his head, and said, "Ludwig Beilschmidt."
"Pleased to..." Feliciano paused as he realised that man was the German he ran into a week ago. "m-m-m-meet y-you."
