POS **ON HOLD**

Chapter One

Chapter One

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Feliciano quickly thrust the small silver flask into his jacket pocket. It was the one he'd kept hidden between his mattress and the bed frame. The young Italian slowly made his way down the stairs, silently thanking god that his parents were in the living room watching a movie.

He already had his black converse on and crept across the wooden floorboards to the front door. He placed his hand on the knob and slowly turned it, opening the door.

It creaked loudly.

"Feli, where are you going?" His mother asked.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, let out a sigh, and knowing it wouldn't be a good answer, said, "I'm going out."

Then came the boatload of questions. He leaned against the door and closed his eyes, trying to drown out their voices. The interrogation went on and on until he became irritated.

"What t-"

"Will you shutup?" He hissed, finally opening his eyes. "Jesus Christ, I'll be back before ten."

Feliciano opened the door and slammed it shut, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking up the street to the local park. He took out the flask once he was there, taking a long drink. Coughing a little, he made his way over to the bouncy frog which he sat on most of the time and looked around at the empty park.

The only thing that caught his eye was the man sitting on the bench at the other end of the park. Feliciano had been fighting with his sexuality for a while, thinking and wondering. He never really put it to the test and just stayed single so he didn't get overwhelmed.

The man looked tall, blonde and he was clearly muscular. But not over-the-top. Just the right amount. Feliciano also noticed the way the man stared back at him with an amused smile and a small wave.

The Italian waved back and then blushed like crazy because he realized he was currently sitting on a child's toy. He quickly got off it and timidly made his way over to the bench.

"Hi..." he said quietly as he sat down.

"Hello." The man said softly. "Go ahead and drink it." He whispered, pointing to Feliciano's pocket.

"Huh?"

"I can see the flask."

Feliciano's eyes widened. "Oh." He looked at the stranger's cop uniform. "But I-I'm only eighteen."

"I didn't ask for ID, did I?" He shrugged and sighed. "I could-"

"No." Feliciano interrupted quickly with a small laugh. "I'll just drink it." The Italian unscrewed the cap and took a swig, swallowing it with a long sigh.

"Long day?" The man asked. "Ah, I'm Ludwig." He held out his hand.

Feliciano shook it with a small smile. "I'm Feliciano. And yeah... more like long days, lame life."

"What do you mean?"

"The parents." He groaned. "No drinking, no partying, no driving after dark, no loud music, church every Sunday, the list goes on. Oh, and no friends over my age."

"Well, then I guess I shouldn't be talking to you." Ludwig whispered.

"No, no!" He blushed. "Uh, but aren't cops supposed to be serious and strict and all... not friends?"

"I'm more than just a uniform, Feliciano." Ludwig said softly, his playful smirk growing a little.

The Italian stared at him and then blinked when he stood up. He swallowed hard and looked up at the tall cop.

"I'm still on duty." Said Ludwig with a small sigh before he took the flask, had a sip and gave it back to the teen. "Nice choice." He nodded at the flask. "See you around, kid."

The German ruffled his hair a little and walked back to the cop car, leaving a confused but pleasantly delighted young man behind him.

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A/N: Okay chapter? Good? Bad? Be honest.

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To be continued...