"Oh shit!" Lovino screamed from down the hall. I had gotten back to sleep, and it was now twelve thirty, "I'm going to be fucking late!"
Lovino scrambled passed my room, half dressed and hair still a mess. Behind him, my younger brother, Sebo ran with him. He, on the other hand, was ready. Lovino and he had a job at a café. I had the same one, but today was my day off. I was going with them to the town to look for the blue eyed man, and they were going to take me home.
I quickly ran up, closed the door, and got dressed. As I ran to the kitchen, I grabbed a brush and brushed my hair as I hurried. Once I entered the kitchen, I join Lovino at speed eating, and we all scrambled for a bit more. We got in the car at twelve forty-two and Lovino rushed us off.
He pulled into the parking space, and threw me the keys. Sebo and him got out of the car and hurried into the little café. The name was 'Pace, Ancora Una Volta'. (I used google translate, sorry.) It was a very nice little shop, but I had better things to do at the moment.
I climbed out of the car locked it. I pocketed the keys and started down the street. As I walked, a man bumped into me. I turned around.
"Uh, sorry, sir. I didn't mean to run into you. I wasn't looking where I was-," he started. He had wavy blond hair, but it wasn't to long. A single curl came in front of his face. His eyes were purple and he had round glasses without a top rim. He wore a heavy coat, even though it was in the middle of summer.
"You don't have to oppoliogize..." I said, waiting for his name.
"Matthew Williams, and you?"
"Feliciano Vargas. It's nice to meet you," we shook hands. After a bit of talking, an albino came running up to us. One of his pockets was thicker than it should have been, and he too wore a jacket, but it wasn't as thick.
"Hey, birdie! Who's your friend?"
"This is Feliciano Vargas," Matthew replied, "Feliciano, this is Gilbert Beilschimdt. He's my..."
"Boyfriend. Don't be ashamed of who you are," I said smiling at him, "Hey! You two should come and see me at work tomorrow. I work at a café, and I can get you something free of charge."
"Really?" Matthew asked.
"Go right ahead!" I said happily.
"I can't," Gilbert said, "I had plans to meet with my brother, Ludwig, tomorrow. He was in the war, and this would be the first time that he has come home in a few years."
"Ludwig can come too! The café is called Pace, Ancora Una Volta. It's here in the town. Come see me tomorrow at one with your brother, I'm sure it will be okay!"
"Okay! Well, thank you!" Gilbert replied, "Sorry, I've got to go get my house ready for Ludwig. It was nice meeting you, Feliciano. See you tomorrow!" Gilbert said grabbing Matthew's hand and running off.
I blinked a few times before realizing, 1) I spent my entire day talking to complete strangers. 2) I did not even look for the blue eyed man. 3) My brothers were probably waiting for me for at least fifteen minutes now.
I ran back to the car as fast as possible, and saw two very angry and bloody brothers standing there.
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Hasta la Pasta~!
