GerIta

Wrong Repair

Gilbert sat frozen in his chair trying to process all that just happened. The minute Feli ran off the stage, Lovino flew out of the studio audience to follow him. Ludwig stood wide-eyed frozen in place starring after the Italian.
Gilbert was just about to send everyone home to end this horrible day when a tech crew man came around to the angry Prussian.

"Um, sir." The tech crew member said tentatively approaching the obviously pissed off man, "the ratings for that last half actually went up." The crew man offered the Prussian the data paper to prove it. "They're actually higher than we've ever seen them."

"How?" Asked the surprised Prussian.

"I guess the audience really likes the romance between those two," the tech crew man suggested as he left to check the lights.

Gilbert stared at the paper displaying the unbelievable amount of people who watched the show because of Feli's 'outburst'. "That kid is a gold mine," thought Gilbert out loud.

"Oh that Feli kid, he just quit," added another passing tech crew man.

"What!" Screamed both German brothers with equal looks of shock on their faces.
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"Those stupid bastards are calling again," announced Lovino from the kitchen. The irritable Italian was currently making a big pasta dinner for his brother. He's been depressed lately and even though Lovino usually hates his super upbeat attitude, he hates his mopey one even more.

"Ve, tell them that I quit," Feliciano said from his room in their shared apartment. The Italian's room was unusually dark and his voice had long since lost its vitality.

"I did, three times now." Lovino replied, eye twitching from the constant phone calls from Ludwig begging Feliciano to come back to the show. "It seems like they really want..."

A loud knocking at the door startled both brothers. Lovino groaned, but begrudgingly opened the door. Two Germans he knew all too well stood on the other side.

"What do you two jackasses think you're doing here?" Lovino asked venomously.

"Whoa princess, we're just here to talk to Feli." Gilbert, knowing the Italian wasn't going to let him in, started to ease his way into the apartment.

"Well maybe he doesn't want to speak to someone who treated him like dirt or," Lovino turned to the albino, "his brother." The older Italian saw the albino was inching into his apartment too late. He was about to whack him with his ladle until...

"Wait, Lovino!" Feliciano called from his room, "is that Ludwig and Gilbert?"

"Yeah, so what?" Lovino yelled to his brother in the other room. He could already tell that this whole situation was going to be annoying.

"Send Gilbert up please; I'm not mad at him," Feliciano called to the party of three.

"Okay! The awesome me is coming, Feli!" Gilbert called as he ran to the room where he could hear muffled sniffles. While he walked through the hallway he could sense the overwhelming feeling of dread. "Poor kid's obviously still upset," the Prussian mumbled to himself gravely.

"Hi, Gilbert." Feliciano looked up at the man and smiled, it didn't reach his eyes. He was currently sitting up in his bed looking like he had just finished crying.

"Hi, Feli. You shouldn't cry, it doesn't fit you," Gilbert said as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He really wasn't good at comforting sad people. Ludwig hardly ever cried as a kid. "So about the show," the Prussian started sitting down on the the foot of the bed.
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