Pairing: (Ludwig x Feliciano/Germany x Italy)

Summary: Even when they grew up, separated for nearly twenty years, they never lost their talents for music.

Notes: Another roleplay.~ With lots of fluff.~

Ludwig was sitting in the passenger seat of his brother's car.
"Where the hell are we going? This isn't the route we took to see your friends." He had earlier been forced to go with his brother to see his friends they were now on their way back home, or so he thought.

Gilbert smirked. "Sorry, bruder. I'm hungry so we are stopping by a restraunt Antonio recommended to me."

The restaurant had only been open for a few months. Antonio had mentioned it was a family-run Italian restaurant, and that the food was "beyond expectations".

A relatively large building was coming into view on the side of the road. It had a dark red awning and red brick walls. The sign above the awning read "Ristorante Vargas". The double glass doors' handles were made of gold. A cheerful, auburn-haired man stood outside the door, waving to the visitors, but was dragged back inside by someone else, who seemed to be his brother.

Gilbert had parked the car outside the resturaunt. Ludwig sighed before getting out. "Are we really eating here?" he sighed.

"Ja we are! Come on, bruder."
Ludwig followed his brother inside, only because his brother was the one paying.

"Benvenuto~!" The Italian from the entrance spun around as he welcomed Gilbert and Ludwig to the restaurant. "Welcome to Ristorante Vargas~"

If one took a closer look at him, he was in a traditional waiter's uniform, there really wasn't anything special about that. But his bright, cheerful face really attracted customers. His shining auburn eyes glittered in the light... his rosy cheeks, and most importantly, his huge, warm smile. The man's auburn hair glittered in the sunlight, but what was really peculiar was a curl on the left side of his head.

His name tag read, "Feliciano".

"Si... benvenuto, dammit. I'll show you to your seats..." A darker-haired man walked up to Gilbert and Ludwig. He looked similar to Feliciano, but he was much grouchier. His curl was on the side opposite Feliciano's.

His name tag read, "Lovino".

"Veehhh... Fratello, I want to show them to their seats~! Per favoreeee?" Feliciano pleaded.

"Enough, you two." A taller, brown-haired man stood behind the two Italians. He was quite muscular, and had a strong figure. He looked to be the manager of the family business. "Feliciano, you can go to the kitchen. Lovino, you may show our guests to their seats."

This man's name tag read, "Roma".

"..." Ludwig was slightly confused by the switches in people and followed Lovino to his table.

"This is weird," Ludwig thought.

"Sorry about the confusion. My brother Feliciano will be out in a moment to serve you," Lovino told his customer before walking away, a bit annoyed.

"Veeeeee~! Feliciano Vargas, reporting for duty~!"

Feliciano ran out from the kitchen and over to Ludwig's table, saluting him.

"Here's a list of specials~ and here's the menu~!" the Italian said charmingly, passing out menus to both Ludwig and Gilbert.

He glanced over to Ludwig momentarily, looking into the German's bright blue eyes.

Ludwig noticed Feliciano glance at him and handed him the menu when he was finished.

The two German brothers ordered spaghetti and beer, nothing really special.

"Ve~ got it~!" Feliciano winked at Ludwig and skipped off towards the kitchen cheerfully as his beautiful auburn hair was bouncing...

Roma stood behind a counter. "Ahh... my grandson is so cute..."

He got a scowl from Lovino, but ignored it.

Ludwig blushed a little when he was winked at. He watched as Feliciano walked to the kitchen.

"Oi, bruder. I think that waiter likes you!" Gilbert whispered, causing his brother to blush more.

Lovino turned to Gilbert and Ludwig scornfully, saying nothing.

A few minutes later, Feliciano started singing a song about pasta from the kitchen, and it was being broadcast to the entire restaurant. But his singing was clear and pure, almost like an angel. The words flowed like a stream.

Roma was mesmerized from his grandson's singing, even though Feliciano did this all the time.

Lovino walked away with a huff. "Dammit... it's not fair... how come he always sings better than me..."

Ludwig and Gilbert sat there listening.

Gilbert looked over at Lovino a moment. "It seems that the one is a bit jealous of his brother," he teased softly.

Several minutes later, the doors to the kitchen opened. Feliciano stood in the doorway, holding a tray with two plates of spaghetti and two jugs of beer.

"Ve~ your meal is ready~!" The cheerful Italian skipped back to the table and placed the tray down, delivering the food.

"I really hope you like your meal~!" Feliciano turned to Ludwig. "Ve...~ I wish I knew your name~ can you tell me what it is, per favore~?"

Gilbert chuckled a moment when the question was asked, but took a sip of beer when he received a glare from his brother.

"Danke for bringing the meals, Feliciano," He replied. "My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt," he stood up a moment to shake hands with Feliciano.

"That's a wonderful name~" Feliciano remarked as he shook hands with Ludwig.

"It's very nice to meet you, Ludwig~! I hope you enjoy the food~ I'll be back later~"
The Italian winked at Ludwig and skipped off, singing his song about pasta.

Ludwig blushed a little and sat down, taking a sip of beer.
Gilbert sat there, smirking in between bites of pasta.
Ludwig looked at his brother. "What?" he growled.
"He likes you. I can tell."
"Don't be ridiculous. He probably has a girl he likes," he said, his pessimism kicking in.

Feliciano came back about five minutes later. "Ve~ I brought napkins~" He placed the napkins he was carrying on the table. But it was clear he only used that as an excuse to talk to Ludwig again and become more friendly with him.

"Danke, Feliciano," Gilbert said happily and winked at Ludwig, pressuring him.

Ludwig glared at his brother and returned his attention back to Feliciano.

"I think you seem like a very nice person, Ludwig~! We should be friends~!" Feliciano suggested. "You can come here every day and we can talk with each other~!"

Feliciano did act strange, for a waiter. It was clear he had some kind of interest in Ludwig. But maybe it was just his overly cheerful attitude...

"I don't know about everyday. This place is a bit out of the way from my house, but I may be able to do once a week at the least," he replied, trying to hide his slight embarrassment from his brother who was trying to help him out with the situation and failing.

"Alright~! As long as I get to see you! You're very fun to talk to~" Feliciano told Ludwig, before recieving a scowl from Lovino.

"I'll be back in just a moment... to... um... get more beer?" It was clear Feliciano was just making up excuses this time.

Roma chuckled after his grandson's last statement. "so cuuute~" he remarked, watching the conversation carefully.

"Ah.. Okay," Ludwig said as he watched Feliciano walk off. He sat back down and continued to eat his pasta, ignoring the smirk from Gilbert.
He didn't notice this when he started eating, but the pasta was really good compared to what he was used to. This gave him a decent excuse to return to the restaurant.

Gilbert got up from his seat. "I'll be right back," he said before walking towards the restrooms.