Ludwig Beilschmidt, sixteen years old, second grandson of Aldrich Beilschmidt, heir to the family name. Biggest play boy in Germany. Yep, he had gotten used to that title now. Though he can't really say it makes him comfortable to be called an heir to such a big company. The Beilschmidt family was known to the public as one of the biggest oil and diamond selling families. To everyone else, it was a black market arms dealing company. Selling many different illegal weapons and sometimes took jobs as body guards. Though that was a rare job for them.
It was tiring though, being an heir and all. Girls only dated you for the attention it brought, guys were only your friend for the chicks. Honestly there were no people who actually wanted to be your friend. That's why he had distanced himself from everyone else. It was to protect himself from getting hurt again, back when he first realized what they were after. They can say whatever they want now, because it's not like he actually listens to them anyway.
"Hey West! Get your lazy butt over here and actually do some work for once." His older brother Gilbert demanded.
"Why should I? Grandfather said my top priority was to pack for the business trip. Sorry Bruder, but you're on your own." He laughed at his brother's face.
"Brat." He grumbled under his breathe and continued to handle the foreign man.
Gilbert was great when it came to learning and speaking a different language. He was the only one who could deal with their requests. He had also gotten some great new trading partners from Spain and France. Sometimes he wondered why he was the heir and not his older brother.
"Whatever." He shrugged it off and continued to walk. He had to met grandfather before he left for the trip.
"Mi scusi, io sono levibilmente dispiaciuto!" he heard someone frantically say. It sounded like Italian. How he knew the distinction he had no idea, but then a petite girl came running out of his room. She was wearing a green dress and had honey brown shoulder length hair. She must've really been shaken up because she ran right into him.
"Oh, perdonatemi. Ti prego perdonami." She quickly bowed and ran off. He was guessing what had gotten her so scared, but he couldn't put him mind on it.
"Fratello!" he heard her happily say. He turned around and saw one of Gilbert's trading partners, and best friend, Antonio Fernandez Cariedo.
"Oh, you are Gilbert's younger brother. Sorry about her, she came with me but before I knew it she was out of my sight." He laughed and the girl turned a light pink.
"Fratello!" she squeaked.
"Si, si. Anyway sorry for the trouble, thank you for finding her. I'll be seeing you later." He turned and started to walk away. Later?
"Wait, what do you mean later?" he asked confused by the remark.
"Oh, you didn't know? You're coming to Italy in place of the Beilschmidt head. You're attending the Vargas families' only son's succession. It's really for show that you attend or at least make an appearance. Gotta keep up names, 'ya know." He laughed sadly and led the girl away.
Odd one he is. He thought to himself. His door opened and he saw the girl he had brought home yesterday. So that's what mad her so scared. Don't know why seeing another girl would make her so flustered though. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"And here I thought you left me all alone. Glad to see you came back." She said and pecked him cheek. He rubbed her lipstick off and held her by her shoulders.
"Listen, last night never happened. Okay?" he smiled and walked away. He couldn't help but smirk at the face she made.
He had felt something move inside him when he saw how the girl looked at him. He could tell what she thought of seeing that woman in his room. He didn't like having someone like her look at him like that. He hoped he could see her again.
