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I was really inspired haha. I literally got up and did a happy dance to Air Hostess by Busted.
(which btw was the inspiration for this chapter)
Notes:
Vater: Father
Mutter: Mother
Oso= Bear in Spanish
Football= Soccer (in case you didn't know ) :D
Wohin gehst du?: Where are you going?
Greece is sex= Flashback/ Talking in a Different Language
"Denmark, have my babies" = Dialogue
'Lithuania...' = Thoughts
Ludwig was clutching his cell phone in one hand and an address book in another. He was still debating on whether he had gone completely insane by creating this crazy plan to go to Italy. He glared at the number for a few more seconds and finally gave in. He dialed the number and waited while he heard ...ring...ring...ring...ring...ri-
"Hola!"
'Oh shit, he answered. Now I have to talk to him...great.'
Ludwig cleared his throat a little and said a proud, "Is this Antonio Fernandez Carriedo?"
"L-Ludwig? Mi Amigo! Is that really you?"
"U-uhm Yes it is."
"Oh mi hombre! Que pasa? I haven't heard from you since when Gilbert and I were in High School!"
"I'm uh...good."
'Besides the fact you re crazy in love with an Italian supermodel and want to go to Italy and sweep him off his feet'
"So why the call mi amigo?"
"Well...I saw Gilbert last Christmas, which by the way was an awful Christmas. It snowed all the time ,but Gilbert said he loved the snow. Maybe that's why he moved to Canada? But anyway... I remember he blew up the oven but denied it and said 'I'm too awesome to blow up a measly oven!' and then he wa-"
"Ludwig."
"Ja?"
"Get to the point por favor."
"Oh right...Well he told me about how you live in Italy now ...right?"
"Si! I live here in beautiful Roma! Why do you ask?"
"Well...I was...ugh...thinking of going to Italy for a while. And I was just wonder-"
"Por supuesto! Of course you can stay with me! My apartment is not very big but we'll get by right?"
"O-of course. Well then I'll just e-mail you my ticket information and when I arrive and everything."
"Si! I am looking forward to seeing you!"
"Yeah...same here Antonio and ugh...Thank you so very much."
Ludwig said the last part in a faint whisper. He soon heard silence and then all of a sudden some loud sobbing.
"Ludwig! My best friend's little brother! You are now my hermano! Oh~~~ ay dios mio! You are welcome any time you large potato eating oso! I will proudly stand outside the airport for you and hoist the flag of Germany into the moist Italian air."
Ludwig gripped his temples and sighed.
"That's really not necessary."
"Oh! Well mi hermano, I must go back to work now,but i will see you soon! Adios!"
Ludwig stared at the phone once the line went dead and chuckled a little. Antonio had always been a bit hyperactive and very lovey dovey. Ludwig had thought that his older brother and Antonio had a thing for each other once, but that was in the past. Gilbert was in Vancouver, Canada for some godforsaken reason. He refused to tell anyone about why he moved there but Ludwig knew it was probably because of his need to find someone as awesome as he is to be in a relationship with. Antonio, on the other hand, had no problem finding a date. He was suave but sweet and treated everyone with the utmost care. Unless you are his opponent in a football game.
Then you're screwed. Antonio was trying to become a football sensation. He was only playing second string on the football club he was in, but he was determined to make it to the top. And that was what Ludwig admired most about his new Spanish "brother".
"Wohin gehst du?"
"Italy. Greta. He just said that."
Greta shot Bertham a fierce look and then turned back to her sohn and said, "B-but why?"
Ludwig couldn't help but feel guilty as he looked at his mutter's face which was filled with confusion and sadness.
"I'm going because...I am going to start a...new chapter in my life, so to speak." Ludwig said while trying to sound confident.
"Why can't you start it here?" Greta inquired.
"Mutter..I-"
"Damn it Greta, just let the boy go." Bertram said with his arms crossed against his chest.
Both Ludwig and Greta gave Bertram startled looks. "What?" The older man said while glancing up from his newspaper.
"How could you say that! We can't let him go to Italy! He's only 24!" Greta exclaimed.
"Exactly." Bertram said bluntly while looking his wife square in the eye.
"He's a big boy now. He can take care of himself. I say yes, sohn."
Greta looked at her husband hopelessly and sighed defeatedly.
She got up from her chair and held both of her sohn's strong hands.
"You have to promise me something though." She said looking up into his bright blue eyes.
"And that is...?"
"You can't let your heart be broken by an Italian! It happened to your Grandfather and look at 'em now. Well, he's dead but he was never happy after that. And don't eat too much pasta! And I know all those Italian girls will fall in love with you, but don't impregnate anyone! You got that!"
Ludwig gave a crooked smile and said, "Of course Mutter."
'Now If only getting a certain Italian boy to fall for me was as easy as Mutter says it is.'
Ludwig had probably checked his bags over eight times, checked when his plane departed about twelve times, and checked with Antonio to confirm he'd be there to pick him up about 15 times. He had said goodbye to his mutter and vater before he left and was now on a plane to the LAX airport in California. From there, he'd connect to his flight taking him to the Fiumicino airport in Rome. Ludwig had brought along his laptop on the plane with him and was ,as usual, checking out any new information on Feliciano Vargas. He was a picture of Feliciano smiling his brightest smile and couldn't help but feel sad.
'Really, what chance do I even have that I'll maybe even meet him.' Ludwig thought.
Ludwig looked out the window at the tons of houses and buildings while landing in LA and thought," Am I crazy for thinking that I might even have a chance?'
Once Ludwig was off the plane he began walking through the terminal at LAX to his gate. He noticed all the people running to catch their flight and was glad he was early for his. Ludwig sat at his gate and soon became focused on a book he brought while trying to forget about his doubts about Italy. He soon boarded the plane and got comfortable in his aisle seat. There was one other seat open next to him, and Ludwig was secretly hoping it would be empty and he could have some peace and quiet.
Oh was he wrong.
"Whoa- 'scuse me- sorry lady- Hero coming through!-outta the way people!"
Ludwig glanced up from his book to see a boy around 17 or 18 years old looking down at him. He had golden blonde hair and striking blue eyes. He also wore glasses and had too big earphones around his neck. He wore a baggy t-shirt which had the symbol for the Rolling Stones on it and Ludwig also noted his pants were "sagging". He grinned down and Ludwig and said,
"Hey Man! Wassup? I think I'm sitting right next you. Sweet right? You must feel so lucky to be sitting next to Alfred the Great!"
Ludwig quirked an eyebrow as the kid took his seat next to him and said, "Alfred the Great?"
"Hells yeah! Alfred F. Jones is my name! Making kick-ass beats is my game. "Alfred said while giving Ludwig a thumbs up.
'Oh great, I'm sitting next to a crazy person.' Ludwig thought while eyeing the boy.
"Hey man! You never told me your name. So what is it? Hold up! I bet I can guess it!" Alfred said with a look in his eyes that almost resembled a kid in a candy store.
"I bet it's...George."
Ludwig raised his eyebrows and simply said,
"No."
"Damn it! How 'bout...uh...John?"
"No."
"Thomas?"
"No."
"James, Andrew, Martin, William, John, Zachary, Millarrd, Franklin, Abraham, Ulysses, Rutherford, Chester, Grover, Benjamin, Theodore, Woodrow, Warren, Calvin, Herbert, Franklin, Richard, Gerald, Ronald, George?"
"No... to all of those."
Alfred gave Ludwig a pout and said," Dang. Alright Well I'll just keep guessing since THE HERO NEVER QUITS!". Alfred was now standing up in what looked like a superman pose.
"Alright so is it Bar-"
"It's Ludwig."
"Whhaat?"
"Ludwig. Ludwig Beilschimdt. That is my name."
Alfred looked at him with a shocked look on his face and then said," Awww, Luddy! Why'd you have to ruin my guessing game! Anywho...Ludwig right? Sweeeeeet."
Ludwig just shook his head at the boy and went back to reading his book for a while until all of a sudden Alfred exclaimed, "Ha! Suck it!"
Ludwig looked over at Alfred to see him playing a game on his i-phone. Suddenly noticing Ludwig's eyes on him, Alfred looked up at the man and showed him his score.
"I'm playing my friend Kiku right now. He's all Japanese and technology savvy, so we have tons of fun playing games together." Ludwig just nodded and went back to his book when he soon felt a tap on his shoulder. He glanced over at the American boy and Alfred said," So why are ya going to Rome?"
"I am visiting ...friends." Ludwig practically choked out the last part and hoped it sounded legit to the boy.
"Cool! I'm going to visit one of my friends too! His name is Arthur and he's all Britishy and whatnot. He can be a total prick and he's like an old man too! Well he s old to me. I'm only 18 ya know! He's 28! That's Almost 30! He's also stuck-up and bossy, but he can be real kind sometimes...when he wants to be." Alfred said while staring off into space.
"He also thinks I'm annoying and childish and that I talk too much! But really, I don't talk that much right?" Alfred asked while staring at Ludwig with big blue eyes.
Ludwig's only response was a grunt and that satisfied Alfred.
"Exactly!"
Ludwig could have laughed at his situation right now. He never thought that he would be on a plane to Rome, sitting next to a talkative American boy, and off to find himself an Italian supermodel and make him fall in love with him.
Or so he hoped.
America! I couldn't help adding America to this story. He's too amazing! And Who ever can guess what all the names America guessed had in a common, I'll give you Lithuania!
Kolkolkolkol.
Oh and Ludwig apparently hasn't been given a offical last name yet so I just used Prussia's. Yaaaayy brotherly love. xD
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