When Feliciana woke up the next morning her head was pounding in the light of quiet light of a Saturday morning.
Except, when she managed to open her eye she saw that instead of her pale pink comforter she's had since she was eight, she was wrapped in a soft, fluffy, camouflage duvet, a warm body next to her.
Feliciana was confused, this wasn't her bed or her sisters, with her fuchsia colored comforter, or even Alfred's, who was kind of like a brother to her, that had a blue blanket with white stars.
Turning her head she saw a mess of blond hair, and a girl who was equally dressed as she was, meaning not at all.
She vaguely remembers having a good time with this girl, and decided to just enjoy the moment snuggling into the warmth.
When Louise woke up she was alarmed to find her person without clothes, and to find another person without clothes pressed up against her. More specifically a girl. She tries to think back and remembers being slightly infatuated with this girl, who had caught her eye on stage, and she hadn't been too drunk, having a high tolerance for alcohol as long as it's was beer. Even though there was no one else, awake at least, her face could have been on fire with how red her cheeks were. Louise couldn't believe it. She didn't sleep with random people, although the girl wasn't entirely random.
Sitting up, and pulling the blanket with her to cover herself, she looked over at the girl, Feliciana she recalled, whose arm was hanging limply on her waist, lightly, naturally, tanned skin contrasting with her pale skin. Louise inhaled sharply as she saw finger shaped bruises on the girls arm, following the arm she saw the similar ones on her shoulder along with bite marks from there to her neck. Louise pulled the blanket back completely and looked over Feliciana's attractive body. There were at least three pairs of finger shaped bruises. One pair on her stomach, one pair on her hips, and one on each of her thighs making a pair. Looking back at her ass her eyes widened. There was faded, red handprint on Feliciana's ass. Louise placed her hand over the print lightly, it was a perfect match. She ghosted her fingers over the finger-shaped bruises on her hips. They were definitely hers. Louise gasped looking at the flecks of blood on Feliciana's thighs. She had made the girl bleed!
Louise started to panic, but then Feliciana grumbled, so Louise just gulped and laid the blanket back over her, still using part of it to cover herself.
Suddenly her door burst open causing her to flinch. Luckily Feliciana slept peacefully. Her brother Gilbert stood at the door with his usual shit-eating grin.
"Hey Louise! How did you li-"
Gilbert paused in trying to annoy his sister to notice that she was naked, that there were a few bite marks, and scratch marks were on her, and the fact that there was another lump in his sister's bed. His little sister's bed. He looked at his little sister whose face was panicked, shocked, and almost slightly scared. Her blue eyes wide, her very short blond hair disheveled, hell, she was shaking.
Gilbert practically growled. Whoever took advantage of his sister was dead.
"Wa-wait br-bruder." Louise managed to say.
Gilbert stormed over to the bed and reached for the blanket prepared to maim whoever was the, kind of small, lump under the duvet.
"Br-bruder! Stop, no!"
Gilbert ignored his sister in favor of pulling the blanket back to hurt the person who- was a girl. Who was smaller, weaker than his sister with her militant work out regiment. Who although looked to be sleeping peacefully, looked worse for wear than Louise.
Gilbert dropped the blanket back over the girl and backed away from the bed. Her sister looked mortified and, worried?
Gilbert gulped, "Y-you okay?"
Louise nodded, and she seemed to visibly relax, although she still looked embarrassed.
Gilbert turned and left the room, the door slammed after him.
Louise sighed, at least she knew her brother didn't hate her. She looked down at Feliciana who was, still, sleeping. Sighing to herself, she laid back down and snuggled into the warm, Mediterranean girl. Feliciana sighed happily in her sleep and tightened her hold around Louise. The blond smiled to herself.
Gilbert had his head in his hands. He was confused. His sister barely showed interest in anyone, except for a few guys who, for as for as he knew, had only ever lasted enough for a few make-out sessions and never going past, or that close to, second base. But, no, his little sister had just been caught naked. In a bed. With a girl. Groaning, Gilbert thought about it and decided to call Francis and Antonio. Maybe they would know what he should do.
Gilbert dug his phone out of his pocket and called Antonio.
"Hallo To-"
"Hola Gilbert, I can't talk right now Lovi's sister is missing."
He couldn't really find it in himself to worry for the bitches little sister, who he hasn't met but was sure was probably just as bitchy, when he was so preoccupied with his own.
"Ya we haven't seen her since the bar and Lovi's worried so we're looking for her."
"Oh well I'll let you go."
"Ya, adiós amigo."
"Bye."
-CLICK-
Sighing Gilbert instead called Francis.
"Salut~"
"Hallo."
"Gilbert, what's the matter mon ami?"
"Mien schwesterchen."
"What is the matter with ma chère Louise?"
"She, well, uhm."
"C'mon mon ami, spit it out."
"I went into her room and well... There was someone with her."
"Oh dear."
"And well. It was a girl, uhm, with her."
"Oh."
"Ja, I was, surprised."
"Well. I can't say I'm completely surprised. I always had a feeling."
"How can you be so relaxed about it!"
"Well, mon ami, I am French, if it's about love I know all. Besides, it's not like she hasn't seen lesbians before, you really need to hide your porn stash better, and remember you've 'dated' guys before."
"Oh right. Thanks dude."
-CLICK-
Gilbert could have hit himself in the face. He shouldn't be worrying about his sister's sexuality. She could like whoever she liked, he certainly did.
He grinned. What he should have been doing was what he always did when he had such, incriminating information. Exploit it to his amusement.
When Feliciana woke up she found herself in the arms of Louise. Who was awake, and looking at her softly with those beautiful blue eyes.
"Hey." Louise said softly.
Feliciana smiled brightly. Louise smiled back.
"Ciao Louise~" Feliciana chirped out.
"How are you feeling?" Louise asked, rubbing her thumb lightly over one of the bruises on Feliciana's shoulder.
Feliciana giggled. Then she shifted slightly and groaned.
Louise frowned in worry.
Looking back at Louise, Feliciana explained with a flirty, teasing tone, "Just a little sore. Germans like to play rough."
Louise smiled and tightened her hold on the girl.
Her smile falling, Louise had to ask, "H-how old are you?"
Feliciana stared innocently right into Louise's eyes.
"16."
Louise sighed.
"I turn 18 soon."
Feliciana gave a pouty frown.
Louise looked at her and the corner of her lips lifted.
"It's okay." Louise said running her hands over Feliciana's skin.
"Ve~" Feliciana sighed happily and wrapped her arms around Louise.