"Feliciano, get over here!" Ludwig growled at his friend, Feliciano, who was looking over the roof.

Gilbert, Ludwig's older brother, overheard the command. "Hey, let the kid have his fun."

"Yah, c'mon Ludwig! Loosen up." Feliciano stood up and walked to his friend, and sat with him. Every one of Feliciano's friends (and some of his friend's friends) were standing on his roof, invited to a new kind of party he was trying out. Blankets were lying out; a small table of wine and crackers was specially fixed by him to balance on the roof. Speakers were placed around the roof, blasting music for dancing.

"You're gonna fall. If not you, then someone. This was a bad idea."

"Hey, you liked the idea before."

"Before. Then I saw what it looked like with about twenty people on your second-story roof."

"Twenty-eight, actually."

"Shut up, that's upsetting!" Ludwig playfully nudged Feliciano, causing him to almost fall over. Ludwig grabbed his arm to stop him from falling off the roof.

"And you're the one who was telling me to get away from the edge. You hypocrite!" Feliciano latched onto Ludwig's arm affectionately. "Besides, my roof isn't too steep. I think it was like, what, thirty degrees?"

"That's still quite a slope. And it's still the second floor. Technically third, if there were walls."

"No one's hurt yet."

"Damn it, Feliciano! That doesn't mean that it won't happen. No one's even touched the wine yet, so you never know." Immediately after this was said, Feliciano stood up and walked over to the somewhat lopsided table, grabbed a bottle and corkscrew and opened it. He grabbed two plastic wine glasses and poured generous amounts of the drink for him and his friend. "That doesn't mean to go and get some."

"You don't want any?"

"I never said that. Though I do prefer beer" Ludwig took his drink and Feliciano sat back down with him.

"Hey, got anything to eat?" Alfred called over to the pair. "We're freakin' starving over here."

Feliciano heaved a heavy sigh and fell back. "Gah, I just sat down!"

"I'll go make something."

"I've got spaghetti in the fridge. Can you just throw it in the oven for about ten minutes?"

"Ja, fine." The German ruffled his friend's hair and rose, descending the ladder and entering the house.

Inside was no more comforting than on the roof. Ludwig could hear the footsteps and conversations of his friends, along with the music, even though he was only on the first floor. He felt as though the roof could cave in at any moment. He fought every urge and instinct to get out of there.

After a few moments of rummaging through the fridge, he found the pasta dish. He looked at the oven, and then at the ceiling. Wanting to get out as soon as possible, the microwave sounded like a better plan.

He put it in, and set the timer for two minutes and thirty seconds. After about fifteen second of waiting, he decided to look around. As often as he came to Feliciano's house, he never really explored.

Opening the nearest cupboard, Ludwig found the wine glasses. Real glass, not plastic. Feliciano was cautious enough to get cheap plastic things for the party, so that if someone dropped a drink, it wouldn't break and hurt someone.

He pulled one out and inspected it. The cup was simple, smooth glass with a gold rim. The handle, however, was a thin wrapped pattern which spread out into the base, which was also gold rimmed. There were two others in the cupboard like this, though most sets that Feliciano owned included four glasses, not three. Ludwig remembered it, he had been here with Feliciano and Kiku (Who was also attending the party). He had spun around to speak with Kiku, only to hit the glass with his hand. There had been wine in the glass, and it left a stain on the wood floors.

Ludwig looked across the room. Yup, still there, under the table. A dark red tinge. Though he knows that Feliciano isn't angry, he teases Ludwig about it still.

"Ahh, Feli." Ludwig sighed and put up the glass.

The microwave beeped. He took out the pasta and rummaged around for a fork. After stirring the noodles around he put it back in the microwave for the second half of its heating time.

Another cupboard opened. It was mostly empty, besides two bottles. The rest had been taken out for the party. There was also a grocery list and a driver's license. He picked it up and looked at it. I guess what they say is true; Ludwig thought, no one looks as bad as they do in their drivers license. Feliciano was actually rather striking in real life, at least to him.

The timer went off again. Ludwig held the spaghetti in one hand and some bowls in the other, until he realized that he wouldn't be able to get up the ladder if both hands were occupied.

Leaving the house, he looked up to check on the party. There seemed to be a bit more of a commotion.

Climbing up the ladder with spaghetti in hand, he saw Natalia beginning to raise her voice at Feliciano. There was also an empty wine bottle on the table.

"Shut up!" She howled.

"Hey, okay." He put his arm on her shoulders. It seemed to be in reassurance, but that assumption was soon thwarted as he leaned on her a bit.

Really, Ludwig glared at him, I've been gone five minutes and you're already drunk off your ass. Good job.

"-He don't like you. He likes you." Feliciano pointed with his near empty glass at Toris, who immediately jumped.

"W-What?" He brought his hands up to his chest, "Me?"

"Besides," Feliciano continued, "it's not exactly… 'Right' if you were to marry Ivan."

Ivan looked slightly afraid.

"Why not? What do you know?" Natalia put her hands on her hips.

"Well, first of- *hic* -first of all, he doesn't like you."

"Not true!"

"Second, he's your brother. It's just- *hic* -weird."

"So? Love is love, you jerk!" Natalia emphasized the anger she held in her last words by shoving Feliciano's shoulder.

Feliciano stumbled backwards and tripped off the side of the roof.

"Feliciano!" Antonio shot out from the group and caught him by the arm.

"You alright, amigo?" Antonio pulled him back on the roof and held Feliciano by his shoulders. He gave a stern look in the eye to the drunken Italian. Everyone went silent, and someone paused the music.

"Eh?" Feliciano cocked his head at his friend, a tired look in his gold eyes.

"Get a grip!" Antonio's palm landed on Feliciano's cheek with a loud slap. He immediately stood up straight.

"Si!" Feliciano broke away from Antonio, and brought a parallel hand to his forehead in attention.

"Good." Antonio released Feliciano, who immediately hurried over to Ludwig.

"You alright?" Ludwig hugged him tightly with his free arm, relieved that he was safe. The music was continued, as though nothing happened.

"Not if you keep squishing me." Feliciano choked out.

"Sorry," He let go of his friend, and put down the dish on the table. "You scared me."

"I've been drinking a little bit." Ludwig gave him a disapproving look, "Okay, I had more than a- Stop looking at me like that! Okay, I had a lot. I admit, I had a lot. Sorry, I just couldn't help it." Feliciano frowned and hung his head.

"What do you mean you 'couldn't help it?' Feli, how often do you drink?"

"Once in a while."

"How often is that?"

"I have a glass or two a day… Sometimes three…"

"Feliciano…" Ludwig growled at him, and then leaned closer, "Do you have a drinking problem?"

"I… No!" Feliciano hugged himself, and stepped backwards. "Why would I?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"Well, I guess I just ran- Wait, I don't have to because I don't have one!" Feliciano's clenched fists shot down in anger, and his yelling outdid the music and nearby guests began to gawk.

"Feliciano, calm down. People are starting to stare," He added in to the onlookers, "Sorry, just a misunderstanding." They slowly began to continue their activities.

"Ludwig," Feliciano's voice quavered a bit, and dropped to a whisper, "I'm sorry. I just don't have a problem. Don't accuse me of those kinds of things, okay?"

"Okay…" Ludwig was still concerned.

"Ludwig, you forgot the bowls."

"I couldn't carry them up, not with the spaghetti."

"Oh, I can go get them." As Feliciano got onto the ladder, Natalia approached.

"You jackass." She kicked the top of the ladder, causing it and Feliciano to fall two stories to the ground. He landed with a sickening thump.