I do not own characters. Hidekaz Himaruya does. Also, I've edited this recently, so the next two chapters may not be as good for a while. Sorry!
Ludwig waved one last goodbye to the retreating figure of his brother. He was sad to see him go, but not too sad, as the older male had left such a mess in his wake, you would have believed that an elephant herd trampled through the whole house. Ludwig headed back to his little kitchen, the painful memory of his brother's loud remark about how "adorably rustic" it was still ringing in his ears. Ludwig sighed. Why did he have to be brothers with such a mess? He made it to the kitchen, and started the long process of making everything perfect.
After the last speck of mud had been wiped off, Ludwig took a beer out of the fridge and sat in the old armchair by the fire. He lifted a large copy of 'Grimm's Best Fairy Tales' and flipped to the story of Cinderella, because after all that cleaning, he was feeling a whole lot of kinship. Before he could get very far, though, there was a knock at the door. 'Was it his brother?' wondered Ludwig, grunting as he lifted himself from the chair. He walked over to the front door and swung it open.
He saw nothing, except for the snow left over from the last blizzard. The he heard the cutest cough in history. He lowered his gaze, and found a young man in a T-shirt and shorts. This was confusing to Ludwig,because the weather was freezing. But before he could properly analyse the stranger, the smaller person began to talk very quickly.
"Couldyoupleasepleasepleaseletmein? IgotlostinthewoodsandamhungryandcoldIdon'tknowwhattodoooooooo!"
He had an Italian accent, and spoke so quickly that all Ludwig understood was "cold" and "lost" , and looked up at Ludwig like a little lost puppy. A very bewildered Ludwig said,"Do you want to stay here? I'm sorry, I'm not very good at Engli-"
But the stranger, having heard 'stay here' pushed past the tall German. Ludwig watched him in utter confusion as the little foreigner sank into Ludwig's favorite armchair.
"How rude!" thought the Ludwig. He opened his mouth to tell the stranger to get off of his chair, thank you very much, but the Italian was talking again.
"Thank you very much for letting me stay the night! " he said from the depths of the chair. Staying the night? What? Ludwig had never said anything of the like!
"Vill you please get out of my chair?" asked the blonde.
He was about to explain that he'd never said the newcomer could stay, but he looked up at Ludwig with such wide, amber eyes, and Ludwig's mind went blank.
"Ve?" Asked the stranger.
Ludwig's visage clouded over. Clearly, this foreigner was trying to charm him, which was unacceptable! He'd have to say strong if he wanted to best this devious being.
"You cannot just tramp into my house and act as if you own the place! I live here, not you!" the German roared, the leftover anger from his brother's visit bubbling out of him like a volcano,"So could you please just get out of that chair."
The Italian intruderish's eyes shone with tears of surprise.
Those eyes… Ludwig' felt like he had just been stabbed. "Er...sorry…" he stammered.
"Veeeeeeee! I'm so, so sorry!" cried the strange man. "I did not know I was wrong!" The young man lept forward into Ludwig's chest. Ludwig's eyes widened and a blush spread over his face He had not expected that. Not sure what to do, he put a hesitant hand on the Italian's fluffy hair, which was far too soft for words.
"There, there" he said awkwardly. He cursed his lack of social skills. Perhaps if he was less awkward, he'd be able to comfort small, strange Italians with ease. He suddenly wished his brother was here to help.
After a moment of thought, he said, "Could I ask you name?" Perhaps he could use this to distract his intruderish. After all, he'd read in a book somewhere that people loved to talk about themselves.
The Italian looked up, smiled through glass-clear tears, and said, "Feliciano Vargas!"
Well, that was quick.
Ludwig nodded and looked away. That face was to cute, and Ludwig was not socially skilled enough to deal with it. So he broke away from the other's embrace and mumbled something about making a bed. When he looked back, Feliciano was smiling. Ludwig turned away, wondering how a smile could made his heart beat so fast.