Part One
Willkommen...?
Perhaps... Ludwig should have not of been so involved in school outside of academics he thought as he walked down the hall with a sigh...
On this particular Spring day, Ludwig Beilschmidt, a stellar student and athlete here at his academy. was being made to show around a new student whom he knew not a thing about...
Even on his best days around close friends Ludwig was not very well off socially. So he imagined this tour would be awakward for both parties involved.
He was only doing this as he had been specifically asked...
He ran a hand through his blonde locks and frowned, it's not like he had better plans for his Saturday anyway...
As he enters the office the student body president, Arthur, gives a nod, "The student is late for his own tour..."
To Ludwig, Arthur was agreeable enough. Although high strong at times... "Well, I suppose it is-"
A loud running sound resonates down the hall as both stare to the door and a boy bursts in.
Said boy breathes heavily, his disheveld appearence causing an uneasy feeling to the German.
His shirt untucked, fiery hair a free flowing craziness, and bent over attempting to catch his breath.
"C-Ciao! I'm sorry," his voice coming out thickly accented and breathy, "I got lost and I tried to read the map I was given but it was really confusing and-"
Ludwig zones out in horror at the boy. His spew of words not catching. How the heck did a kid like this get into such a renowned academy as this!
Arthur saves him from his rambling, "Ah- Well, I'm Arthur-"
He suddenly brightens up, knowing he has been forgiven, "I am Feliciano Vargas! I'm so glad to meet you and-"
To Ludwig's horror the Brit side steps put of the office muttering some sort of excuse.
The boy not even seeming to understand he was trying to get away from him and accepting the reason to his departure.
The golden eyes falling on him, "So your my guide? Vee~ What's your name?"
The hasty way things have gone hill still crushing the German. This boy, must be stupid. He must be here on accident. How is he supposed to show around someone so... Lively?
He clears his throat fixing his glasses, "I am... Ludwig Beilschmidt..."
Note:
This was a request, I am not very good with GerIta, however if anyone would like I will continue. Let me know if you would like to request a story!