Stealing a glance out the darkened window, Lovino let out a sigh as he closed the velvet curtains to the thundering rain outside. The weather was only going to worsen throughout the night. Slipping downstairs, Lovino silently crept into the kitchen hoping to sneak in a midnight snack, when he suddenly felt a breath caress his ear. He yelped like a frightened dog and spun on his heels to glare at the perpetrator who was smiling back at him in the dark. Lovino could predict what his little brother was going to say next.
"Naughty, naughty fratello. You'a know better than to try and sneak past me."
Despite himself, Lovino smiled at the familiar words and he shook his head in amusement. Lovino playfully scowled as he slipped into the kitchen anyways.
" Feli, don't say that. You're'a starting to sound exactly like nonno. Besides, the old bastard never stopped me from having tiramisu at 1 in the morning, even if he wagged his finger at me."
Lovino then let out a snort as he settled on pouring himself a cup of dark coffee (the imported italian kind you bastards not the instant shit that's so common here), "That idiot of a nonno would then beg me for a piece of the cake, even though he had been scolding me just a second ago."
Looking down into the murky drink with memories in his gaze, Lovino could feel Feliciano making his way around to sit at the counter as he too piped up," But you always gave him some didn't you?"
Lovino looked up to meet his brother's eyes with a scowl," Only because the bastard was so annoying when he begged."
Letting a chuckle escape his lips, Feliciano smiled in amusement at his brother's scowl as his hand casually reached over to grab a handful of lemon candies. Puckering his lips at the sugary, sour taste of the tart candy, Feliciano watched Lovino sip his coffee quietly.
The lemon candy had always been nonno's special treat. It was the kind of old-fashioned sweet you'd expect to see back in the 17th century. Hard and easily dissolving in your mouth, the candy was the one thing Nonno always imported directly from Italy. Kept in a glass bowl, Feliciano could never remember a time when his nonno didn't popped a few of the yellow gems and puckered his face in pleasure, kind of like what Feliciano was doing now. Nonno really loved his lemon candy.
Feliciano felt the candy disappear from his mouth and let out a content sigh. As he moved his lips to vocalize his memory of their nonno, the doorbell suddenly rang. Feliciano stood, shrugging his shoulders at the interruption," Must'a be a client with some information."
Lovino nodded and followed his brother's footsteps to the front door. Feliciano, preparing for a client, smiled eagerly as he swung open the oak door.
As he was blasted with the cold wind and pelted with rain, Feliciano noticed three things. One, it was really cold outside, brrr. Two, the man in front of him was not a client. And three, there were two of them.
Ludwig sighed in relief as the door in front of him and Gilbert swung open. He prepared himself to a man irritated by the rude midnight awakening, but found himself looking down at a cheery face instead. The face, not recognizing him, then shifted to a confused expression as the man stepped back to allow them in. As usual, Gilbert barged in first past the man, grinning devilishly as he shook water off his coat like a dog. Ludwig suppressed the urge to scold his brother's awkwardly, Ludwig also stepped inside and gruffly said hello to the still confused man.
"um, ciao, I am Feliciano. Who are you?"
Closing his umbrella as he warily glared at Gilbert to behave, Ludwig addressed the shorter man in front of him. " I am Ludwig Beilschmidt and that is my bruder Gilbert-." Ludwig was cut off as Gilbert suddenly stomped his foot and pulled a piece of paper out of his drenched pockets with a grin," Ja! And this house is ours now!"
A furious shout followed as Lovino, who was silently inspecting the two strangers, appeared from the hallway, intent on killing the white haired bastard who dared to claim their home. " What the f*ck! Who the hell do you think you are! Feli, open the damn front door so I can kick their asses out to the street!" Lovino then with the strength of an angered mafioso slammed Gilbert to the wall, cracking the plaster, as he growled out for Feliciano to open the damn door already. Instead, Feliciano sprinted over to his brother and pulled the angered italian off of the poor assaulted man, " Wait fratello! We should at least listen to them!"
A few minutes later, the group was congregated in Feliciano's office, with Gilbert's bruised head being treated by a bag of frozen carrots. Feliciano had a frown lightly etched on his face and he sat with a straight posture, so unlike him, as he met eyes with the blonde man named Ludwig. "What does your brother mean the house is yours?" Lovino silent stepped closer to stand behind Feliciano, preparing himself for whatever bullshit Ludwig was going to say.
Ludwig cleared his throat as he broke the connection between his and Feliciano's gaze, looking down at Gilbert's paper in his hands, a land deed, " Vell, your grandfather and my vater were business partners of the funeral home. And when your grandfather passed away, the business and this house was handed over to my vater. And since he too passed away a few months ago..," Feliciano murmured a quiet apology for the recent death,"..the funeral home and it's assets passed onto me and my brother who are his only remaining relatives."
Shaking his head, Lovino refused to believe the absurd explanation. There was no way nonno would have kept a secret like this. This business was rightfully theirs and no one had the right to take it away from them. Nonno had groomed them to run the funeral home and dammit that's what they were doing.
Lovino fixed a glare on Ludwig as he growled, " You're lying. The funeral home has been in the Vargas family since WW1 and will continue to be. Nonno wouldn't be stupid enough to let an outsider in as a business partner."
"Look kid. We have the land deed to prove it," Gilbert suddenly spoke from his place on an adjacent chair. With a quick movement, he snatched the crinkled paper from Ludwig's lap and tossed it onto the mahogany desk. Carefully grabbing the paper, Feliciano held it up so both he and his brother could read the cursive writing. One sentence at the bottom stood out to them, written in bold ink.
"Transfer of ownership: The Grantor Romulus Vargas conveys all interest and transfers ownership of the property described in Section 1, including all land and buildings, to the Grantee Alfher Beilschmidt."
Feliciano's hands shook. Nonno had signed this deed when he was still alive. Why didn't he tell them about this? What would happen to he and his brother? What would happen to the funeral home? Feliciano quickly glanced back at his fratello for support, an outcry, a denial that this wasn't true. But even Lovino paled as he recognized his grandfather's signature, handing their very heart and home to complete strangers.
Yay!~ Part 2.
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So this will be a series (not a long one) and I already know how the story is going to end.
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