YAY NEW FANFICTION. Ahem. Ya, so I wanted to make one LONGER the 600 words, so I started typeing this up. It was supposed to only be a bit longer than this, BUT NOW ITS GONNA HAVE CHAPTERS. YAY. Anywho...reviews keep me going! So R, R&R and I'll contuine this! Hasta la pasta~ _Felicaino shut the door softly behind him, hopeing not to cause a disturbance in the large house. This time had lasted longer than Felicaino and Gilbert thought it would, so he had to be careful not to wake his actual boyfriend, Ludwig.
Cheating. That's what Felicaino had been doing for the past two months. He would go to Gilberts house while Ludwig was at work, get the act done, then go home. Ludwig didn't suspect a thing; he just assumed Feli was at his brothers home for awhile, comforting him over his lost love, Antonio.
Felicaino was broken out of his thoughts by a deep voice.
"Felicaino. This is the fourth time this week. Where were you?"
Feli squeaked in suprise, putting on the coolest face he could render. "I-I was at Fratello's house! I go there e-everyday now, remember?"
Ludwig shook his head, a frown covering his features. "No you weren't. Lovino was planing for the funeral, remember? Where were you?" he asked again.
The Italian didn't answer, he couldn't. He had no excuse except the truth now. "I-I was...at the store..."
Ludwig sighed, "Then whee are the groceries? Feli, you know you can tell me anything. What's wrong? And why are your clothes so messed up?"
Felicaino bit his lip. There was nowhere to run now. There was no other choice. "I was...with your brother..." he murmured quietly.
"What was that? I can't hear you, speak up." Ludwig stood and walked to his little lover.
"You're gonna hate me if I tell you..."
"Leibe, I could never hate you.." the German protested, now becoming slightly worried. Ludwig grabed Felicaino's hand and squeezed it lightly, pressing him on.
"I've been cheating on you with your brother!" Feli suddenly said. He slapped his free hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to take back what he said. But it was true. One hundred percent true. Hot tears ran like bullets down the Italians cheeks and he sobbed out of regret.
Ludwig abruptly dropped the hand he held in his own, starring wide-eyed at Felicaino.
"G-Get out.." Ludwig said in a horse voice.
"I'm sorry Ludwig!"
"Get out!"
And with no courtesy, Ludwig shoved Felicaino out into the night.
Two hearts broken beond repair.