"Ve~" Feliciano cooed softly, flipping through the antique Italian cookbooks. "Oh, Luddy might like this one!" And he added it to the stack.
"Geeze, Feli, are all these books really neccessary?" Peter groaned, arms trembling under the weight of the not-exactly-small books.
"Sì!" Feliciano grinned widely. "Now, be a good boy Peter and shut up, or I'll tell Arthur and Alistair where you a~are~!'
Peter scowled deeply but remained silent. He was only doing this for the help (coughFOODcough), though. Unable to see where he was going, the stack of books was so high, he tripped, falling into a young woman with brilliant blue hair, cherry red lips and neon blue fishnets under black short shorts.
The woman was the first to recover, shaking herself and sitting up. "Good thing I wasn't drinking anything..." She looked at her 'attacker' and a slow smile spead across her face. "Ah, petit Peter!"
"H-hello, Paris," Peter mumbled, scrambling around to pick up all the spilt books.
Paris stood, stretched, and bent down to help clean, noting curiously the titles. "Italian cookbooks?"
"Yeah," Peter nodded, "Feli made me his book-mobile for the day in exchange for food."
Laughing, Paris helped the boy stand, straightened the stack, and sent him on his way. Looking around, she noted absently that her book was missing, and smiled.
"Ah, this plan is going off perfectly," she laughed. "Now~ it's time for my date wih Gabriel!"
"What the hell are all these books for?" Romano sputtered, poking through the canvas sack on the counter.
"Ve~!" Feliciano grinned at him, holding up a wooden spoon. "So I can try some new recipes, of course!"
Romano scoffed, walking away. "Planning on your potato-sucker?"
"Luddy? Sì!" Feliciano smiled, waving the spoon spastically. Romano snorted, walking out of the kitchen, and Feliciano turned to the bag of books.
Sorting through them, the happy Italian came upon one he didn't remember grabbing.
"Ve~ what's this? 'Guide to Insanity'...?" He turned it over in his hands curiously. "Where did this come from?" Feliciano flipped to the first section, clearly marked as Envy, and scanned the page, eyes narrowed in thought.
1) Green
Is there something you feel just soo possessive over? Something you just don't want anyone else to have? Are you 'Green With Envy'?
Feliciano pursed his lips, scanning through his memory. Was there something he didn't want anyone else to have? Well... There was Ludwig, but he was a person, so he probably didn't count. But other than him, no, nothing...
Speaking of Luddy, he was supposed to go over and cook him and Gilbert dinner that night...
"Luddy, ve~!" Feliciano sang, throwing open the door of the blonde German's office.
"Ja?" Ludwig looked up blandly, "What is it, Feli?"
"Ve~" Feliciano skipped inside, bearing a steamy plate of the German's favorite pasta. "I made you pasta, Luddy~!" Setting the plate down, he knelt, peering over the top of the desk, waiting anxiously for Ludwig to take the first bite.
Ludwig rolled his eyes, smiling faintly (it was barely noticable) and reached for the plate.
1) Selfish Shellfish
Why do you want them all to yourself? Why do you want no one else to have any of them? What makes them so special? What makes you so envious?
Feliciano peered over the back of the couch, glaring daggers at the buxom brunette woman soliciting at the Beilshmidt's door.
She shifted uncomfortably, practically twitching, and Feliciano increased the temperature of his gaze. Maybe if he glared hard enough, she'd burst into flames...?
"I think someone's a little jea~lous~" Gilbert whispered beside Feliciano's ear, and the little Italian jumped a mile high.
Gilbert collapsed to the floor, laughing, making Ludwig glance over his shoulder curiously.
"Shush!" Feliciano hissed, kicking the albino's side, "I am not!"
"Ow..." Gilbert pouted, rubbing his ribs. "Come on, yeah you are."
Feliciano stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms and turning away. "Am. Not."
"Why are you denying it?" Gilbert pursed his lips, crossing his arms to mock the pouty Feliciano.
"Luddy!" Feliciano cried, dashing over and burying his face in the blonde's back. "Gilbert's making fun of me!"
"Hey!" Gilbert exclaimed indignantly, hands flopping to the floor. "Am not!"
Ludwig sighed, "Gilbert, stop teasing Feli."
Moth dropping open in shock, Gilbert stared between his baby brother and the devious little Italian that had him wrapped around his little finger. Feliciano twisted to toss a wink at him, smirking triumphantly. Then he turned back to glare at the brunette woman standing in the doorway, arms wrapped tightly around Ludwig's waist.
She shifted uncomfortably, "I...should probably go..."
Uncaring, Ludwig shrugged, said goodbye, and closed the door. "You can let go now, Feli."
"Aw, but Luddy..." Feliciano pouted, burrowing closer. "I don't want to..."
Ludwig blushed faintly, eyes closing, breathing deeply through his nose. "Please, Feli...?"
Sighing dramatically, the Italian dripped off Ludwig and slouched into the kitchen. "Ve... I'll just go make some pasta then..." And he closed the door gently behind him.
Gilbert stared at his brother.
"What?" Ludwig asked, glaring defensively.
"I cannot believe you haven't tapped that," GIlbert sighed morosely, standing. "I mean, you obviously like him, and he's pretty damn cute. And this is coming from a straight guy, remember?"
Ludwig's jaw dropped and he sputtered incoherantly for several long moments, blush creeping up his neck.
Smirking triumphantly, Gilbert stood and stretched, back popping. He patted Ludwig's shoulder and disappeared back into the black depths of his basement bedroom.
Ludwig retreated to his office, fighting his blush. "Bastard brother..."
3) Peace or Violence or Time Wasted?
What makes you envious? What makes it worth it to be envious? What sparks your envy, first of all. You envy other people being around them, don't you? You envy other people taking 'you time' away from them... Don't you.
Feliciano lounged on the couch, a glass of excellent imported French wine (he wanted some variety) within easy reach. The Guide rested on his lap and he stared up at the ceiling.
"Ve~ Why-a am I envious? Is that what this emotion is called?" He looked down at the book, "En...vy...? That doesn't sound right, though..." Lips pursed in contemplation, Feliciano was so caught up in his thinking he almost didn't hear the front door open.
"Veni~ Roma~! Granpa is here!"
Feliciano leapt up, book dropping from his lap, troubles forgotten. "Ve~! Granpa!" He tackled the tall, wirey man with messy chocolate hair enthusiastically and was spun around in a circle.]
"Veneciano!" Caesar laughed, finally setting him down and patting his head. "Where's Roma?"
"I-a think he's in the back garden," Feliciano said brightly.
Caesar pursed his lips, "Shall we go fetch him then?"
"Ve~ Sì!" Feliciano laughed, clapping his hands. "I wanted to show you the garden anyways! It's Roma's pride and joy, you know?" Leading the tall man out the back door and down the sunny garden path, Feliciano pointed out many of the things as they breezed by. Finally, they stopped at a low wrought-iron gate.
"Ve~ Roma! Granpa Caesar is back!" Feliciano leaned over the gate, searching for his slightly darker twin.
The dark head perked up from between two rown of tomatoes. He blinked, surprised, and brushed at a strand of hair on his cheek, smearing a line of dirt across his face. "Granpa?"
"Sì!" Caesar leaned over the gate, waving happily. "Come on, Roma!"
The petite Italian rolled his eyes and sighed, but stood, brushing the dirt from his knees. He languidly walked over and grabbed his shirt from the fence, tossing it over his shoulder.
"Ah-ha!" Caesar laughed, pointing at his own bare chest. "We match, Roma!"
Feliciano hadn't even noticed...
Caesar hugged his grandson tightly, then took both boys by their shoulders and directed them back into the house.
"I didn't know you had a tattoo, Roma~" Caesar said lightly, pushing open the front door.
Romano blushed lightly, brushing his fingertips over the design on his lower back. "Yeah..."
"And mi fratello won't tell me where or why he got it," Feliciano pouted, crossing his arms.
Rolling his eyes, Romano moved to the sink to scrub the dirt out from underneath his fingernails. "Because it's not important."
Puffing out his cheeks, Feliciano glared at his twin, "Why so mean, Fratello?"
Caesar chuckled lightly, clapping a hand on Romano's bare shoulder. "Ah, I remember when I was your age! I did some interesting things back then..."
"Sì, we know," Romano rolled his eyes, shutting off the sink and flicking some excess water at his grandfather. "How was your trip to Rome? Meet any cute girls?"
Caesar laughed; the boy was definitely his grandson! "Ah, sì!, some cute girls, but some rather handsome men as well~!"
"Ve?" Feliciano cocked his head to the side.
Caesar laughed, smiling, walking over to the bag he'd brought back. "Come, see, see," he beckoned the two over, grinning widely. He opened a photo album he'd pulled from the bag directly to a picture of he and another, blonde, man standing in front of the Coliseum. "That is Amadeus."
"Ve! You two look so cute together!" Feliciano sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. He wished he could find someone to look that happy with...
"Sì, you do," Romano nodded, arms crossed. "Funny, but Amadeus looks like your potato-sucker boyfriend, Feli."
"Ah!" Feliciano spluttered incoherently for a moment, "Roma! We are not together!"
"I'm guessing by potato-sucker you mean Ludwig?" Caesar asked, a vague, happy smile gracing his lips.
"Sì," Romano nodded.
"Don't call Luddy a potato-sucker, fratello," Feliciano pouted, puffing out his cheeks. "That's not nice."
4) Attention and Attraction
Is your envy envy or lust or posessiveness? Or, you know...
Love?
"Ve~! Luddy~!" The spastic Italian pressed against his favorite German on the planet.
"Hello, Feli," Ludwig sighed, petting Feliciano's head. His fingers accidentally brushed against that one curl, and Feliciano melted.
"Ah...Luh...Luddy," Feliciano murmurred, eyes closing.
Turning a bright red, Ludwig stared down at Feliciano in shock. "Feh-Feliciano? What...?"
"I..." Feliciano kissed Ludwig's jaw, loosening his tie. "I wanted to tell you this another way, Luddy," he kissed Ludwig's pulse, "but this works just as well, yes?"
Ludwig was slowly turning an unhealthy shade of red. "Feli...What are you doing?"
In answer, Feliciano pulled Ludwig down and kissed him fully on the lips. "I love you, Luddy. With all my heart. Do you love me too?" He looked at him with wide, sweet (lustful) brown eyes.
"Ah..." Ludwig gulped, blushing. "Ja, ja I do, Feli. Ich liebe dich..."
"Ve..." Feliciano kissed him again. "Ti amo, Luddy. Molto..."
YAY IT'S DONE! Even if it is really really really short compared to the others... TT~TT
By the way, molto meant 'very much' in Italian. Ich Liebe Dich means I Love You in German, and Ti Amo is I Love You in Italian.
Uh... Oh! Amadeus is Germania (hence why he looks like the potato-bastard. Er, Germany. Heh...) I just think Rome (Caesar) and him make a cute couple, da?
Anyvay, dasvedanya!