Lovino spammed his phone, all with texts asking where he was getting angrier and angrier. Feliciano decided to call his angry brother, even though he should be at work by now. The phone rang once then picked up.
"Fratello, I-"
"BASTARD WHERE ARE YOU? DID YOU FORGET THERE'S A MURDERER ON THE LOOSE? ARE YOU CRAZY?"
"I'm at..." Feliciano remembered he never told Lovino about his date. "I..."
"SPIT IT OUT!"
"I-I went on a date..."
"Wha-wait what?"
"And I got drunk.. so I stayed at his place."
"Drunk... his... his place?"
Feliciano flinched as he waited for his brother to explode, holding the phone away from his ear.
"FELI YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCK! WHY... why do you keep doing this?" Feliciano heard Lovino sniffle, holding back a sob. "I want you to stay home today. Don't leave. If you do, I...." Lovino stopped talking.
Feliciano sighed. "Okay, fratello."
Feliciano hung up and finished dressing, grabbed his keys, and started walking down the street to the restaurant.
When Feliciano got home, he tried opening the door to his home, but it wouldn't budge. Lovino must've locked it. Wait... Lovino locked the door? He never locks the door; there's no need to. They live out in the country side, no one is going to break in. Just then, Feliciano remembered the murderer. Lovino really does worry too much. Feliciano pulled out his keys once again and unlocked the door. He walked in to the familiar sent of home: pasta. The house was brightly lit from all the windows and the house was unusually clean. It felt open and welcoming. Feliciano plopped himself on the couch and turned on the t.v. A while later, after watching random dramas on t.v., Feliciano's phone rang.
"Ciao!"
"Bonjour mon ami, it's Francis."
"Ciao, Francis! What's up?"
"Gilbert and I had heard Toni is living with you, oui?"
"Sì!"
"Well, could Gilbert and I cone over and surprised Toni tonight?"
"Sì, but I don't know how fratello feels about that."
"Don't worry about him. So, I'll see you tonight?"
"Sì!"
.
Feliciano woke up to Lovino and Antonio bickering as they loudly entered the house. Feliciano smiled at them, it sounded like an old married couple. As Feliciano rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he suddenly realized: that mysterious man didn't appear in his dream. He had no dream. A dreamless sleep. Feliciano yawned, glad the man didn't come back. Hopefully he never did.
Feliciano snuck up behind Lovino and threw his arms around Lovino's neck. Lovino gasped as Antonio snickered. "Ciao, fratello!"
Suddenly the door behind them slammed open as two men yelled at once: "TONI!"
Antonio turned around and a huge grin found its way on his face. "Gil, Francis, what are you doing here?"
"Well, once we found out where you lived, we had to come, mon ami!"
"Ja! Toni you remember my bruder, right?"
Just as Gilbert said that Ludwig came in closing the door behind him. "Hello, Antonio."
"Hola Ludwig. You've really grown since the last time I've seen you!"
"Yeah..." Ludwig looked away while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
