"Ve~ I'm-a glad we got to get together and eat! It's-a nice to be with all three of you!"

Everyone nodded, not stopping to look up from eating Feliciano's signature pasta and a pizza with a mysterious creator.

"Hey, Feliciano, did jou make zhe pizza az vell?" Ludwig questioned.

Said Italian quickly shook his head and pointed at the older twin sitting across from him. "Nope! It was mio fratello! It's-a good, isn't it?"

"J-ja… I didn't know Lovino could make such a good dish…" stammering and continuing to eat, Ludwig could feel the death glare Lovino was shooting at him. Antonio and Feli sensed the sudden tension and started a different conversation.

"Um…L-Lovi! How's your Spanish coming along?"

"Tch… I already told-a you, I want-a nothing to do with your-a home language, tomato bastard. And don't call me Lovi!"

"Jeez, Antonio vas just asking a question, do jou have to be so harsh all zhe time?"

"G-guys…"

Nobody paid attention to the younger as an argument erupted between his brother and friends. It was a good 15 minutes when everything seemed to cool down…

That was until Ludwig said something that he would regret that evening.

"VELL AT LEAST FELICIANO ISN'T A BAD-MOUTHED BRATTY MORON LIKE JOU!"

Nobody stirred

Lovino had noticeable tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he jumped out of his chair and ran out of the room to his own.

"Ludwig! Why did you say that! You know Lovi doesn't like being compared to Feli!"

Said German flinched at the Spaniards scolding as he stammered, "I-I'm sorry…I didn't think before I spoke…"

"Ve~ It's okay. I'll go talk to-a him! He's sure to calm down…"

Feliciano got up and walked to his brother's room calmly, hoping to get Lovino back out to enjoy the rest of the day with everyone.

But he was definitely not expecting what was to come next.

"L-Lovino?"

~Midnight~