"Pleased to..." Feliciano paused as he realised that man was the German he ran into a week ago. "m-m-m-meet y-you."
Ludwig nodded.
Francis smiled, but then his face immediately dropped. "Wait.... Ludwig, is your brother Gilbert?"
Ludwig nodded, confused. "Why?"
"Oh, Ludwig, me and Gilbert were so close back in the day. Antonio, Gilbert, and me. Speaking of which, how is he, Gilbert?"
Ludwig nodded, again, "He's fine. He thinks he's as awesome as always."
"Good to here, and Feli, I heard Antonio moved in. How's that going? Is any, sexaul, things happening?" Francis asked with a smerk.
Feliciano shook his head. "No?"
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Lovino stayed home while the sunny sky slowly turned dark and rainy. His brother was still in town, which was disappointing as Lovino wanted to watch movies with him, but whatever. He didn't need his brother or Anto- Lovino jumped violently as the thunder struck loudly around him. He wished his brother was there, or even Antonio. That stupid tomato bastard. He snuggled deeper into the blanket on the couch. He turned on the t.v. for comfort. "As reported, the man who initially tortured and killed 16 different women and men is on the loose lingering around the highway from the town Washington. If there are any sightings or knowledge of this man, please call our station, 1-200-443-901. Or if you're threatened, obviously call 911."
Lovino shakingly reached for his phone and dialed his brother's number. The phone ringed for a while until he heard an answer. "Ciao, fratello!" Lovino didn't realise he was holding hiss breath until he let out a sigh of relief.
"FELI! GET HERE RIGHT NOW, BASTARD!"
"Uh, fratello, what-"
"S-SHUT UP! JUST HURRY UP AND GET H-HERE!"
Lovino hung up the phone and pouted as the news cut to the forecast. He shivered and shaked and jumped to every blast of thunder. Suddenly the power went out and he frowned as the dark engulfed him. 'Feliciano,' he thought, 'please hurry. '
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Feliciano was worried for his brother's safety as he sped down the soaked highway. His mind raced with horrible scenarios. What if Lovino fell down the stairs? No, that'd be dumb. What if Lovino got in a fight? No, Lovino's voice was too worried to be after a fight. What if Lovino caught something on fire? If that were the case, wouldn't he had called 911?
Feliciano opened the unlocked door, enjoying the warmth the house brought. As Feliciano stepped in, he was engulfed in his brother's arms into a tight hug. Feliciano was shocked at the sudden contact. His brother never hugged him. Feliciano slowly hugged back as he felt wetness drip on his back. Lovino sniffled as his eyes dropped more and more tears. "Stupid bastard... Why do you do this to me?" Lovino mumbled into Feliciano's back. Feliciano, confused, asked, "What?"
Lovino pushed Feliciano back and wiped his eyes. "I thought you were hurt... the news said there was a murderer on the loose, and I was so worried...." Lovino paused. "Bastard!"
Feliciano smiled at his brother and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Antonio running up to the door behind them. His face was covered in a panic, but quickly calmed into a relieved expression when he saw the Italians. "Oh, gracias a Dios! You're both ok!"
Antonio saw Lovino's puffy eyes and ran to pull him into a hug. "What's wrong, mi tomate?"
Lovino didn't hug back, and seemed to lean into the Spainard. "I.... was worried," Lovino said numbly, slowly wrapping his arms around Antonio. This was the first time Feliciano saw Lovino being so emotional and touchy... and nice. Lovino's breathing slowed and wait... was he sleeping? Antonio smiled to himself and carried Lovino upstairs. Feliciano smiled and followed them upstairs but turned into his own room.
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Feliciano just arrived in town and immediately entered his favorite pasta shop. He normally greeted the cashier without another thought, but today was different. "C-ciao. How's it going, Ludwig?" Feliciano asked.
Ludwig looked up to see the small, red headed Italian looking down at his feet. "Oh, um, hi? Can I help you?"
"N-no I don't need help, I just..."
Ludwig arched an eye brow. "You just what?"
Feliciano face flushed as he thought of what to say. "I just... I just..."
Ludwig was getting impatient. "Spit it out!"
Feliciano flinched at the angry German's words. "Oh, it's nothing, I'm sorry... I'll leave." Feliciano turned to leave with shaky breaths. Ludwig regretted lashing out and sighed. "Wait."
Feliciano paused and turned back to the German with teary eyes. Ludwig got up and ruffled the Italian's hair. "I'm sorry, what did you want to say?" Ludwig moved his hand and accidentally touched the Italian's loose curl.
"S... stop," Feliciano whimpered, his face growing more red.
"Stop?" Ludwig realised he was touching a stranger's hair that he barely knew. But for some reason, he felt he needed to do that. Ludwig's cheeks turned a crimson red and he flinched his hand back and immediately apologised. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Feliciano nodded, "It's fine."
"Hon hon hon," Francis smirked grimly. "Getting a little sexual, are we?"
Ludwig jumped back, "What, nein!"
Feliciano still was traumatized from Ludwig's hand movements on his curl, so he said nothing and just shook his head.
Francis felt uncomfortable at Feliciano's silence. After all, Feli was never quiet. "Uh... did something actually happen?"
Ludwig shook his head fiercely. "Nein! All I did was touch his hair!"
Francis's eyes widened and his smerk grew as he said, "Ahhhh, I see."
Feliciano eyes also widened, but his in horror, as he realized why Francis knew what that meant. The accident Francis made when Feliciano and Lovino were small.
Ludwig was extremely confused as he saw Feliciano's expression petrified and Francis's, somehow, rape-y. Ludwig shuddered at the Frenchmen's gaze at the little Italian. Ludwig suddenly felt scared for the little Italian's life. Ludwig decided he would ask his brother about this Frenchman, who he had learned yesterday was close friends with his brother. And who was Antonio, was he Feliciano's boyfriend? (Take note, Ludwig does not know Feliciano has a brother)
Feliciano felt lightheaded, and decided it'd be best to sleep in his bed right now. As Feliciano thought of his bed he smiled. It sounded so great right now. That didn't go unnoticed by Francis.
"I think... I'm gonna go," Feliciano mumbled as he pushed passed the the glass door.
The moment the door shut, Francis was drowning Ludwig in questions.
"So, how'd you meet Feli? Did you know him before you applied here? Do you love him?"
"Wha.. nein, I've never-"
"Luddy, do you love Feli?"
