So this is the last chapter. I was talked out of killing Ludwig by a friend so the ending's kind of soppy... Ah well! Please read and review!
Ludwig was ready. He had written to Gilbert, explaining what he was going to do, and why. He had also left pages and pages of instructions, and information. Everything his brother needed to know to carry on for him. Everything was planned. He was going to take his rifle, get in Gilberts boat, row out, stand on the edge of the boat and shoot himself. No-one would be inconvenienced, and no mess would be made. It would be over. He only had one thing left to do.
He walked down the path to Feliciano and Romano's home, holding the other letter he had written. The letter to Feliciano. He wasn't sure if he should have written it. The other man, once his best friend, hated him now. But he needed to tell him something, anything. He couldn't leave things as they were. He just couldn't. Could he? He faltered as he reached out to push the letter through the door. Would it be easier for Feliciano to carry on believing Ludwig hated him?
Possibly.
Probably.
He walked back down the path, pausing at the gate. He turned again and walked back towards the door. He began to push the letter in, but before he let it drop he caught it again, and pulled it out. He turned again, but before he reached the gate he stopped. He glanced up at the window on the right, Feliciano's window, but the curtains were drawn. He stood, looking at the door, trying to make one of the most difficult decisions he had ever had to make.
Romano glared out of his bedroom window. What the hell was the potato freak doing on their drive? It was the middle of the bloody night for frick's sake! Why the hell was he here?! He opened the window to shout, but before he did he remembered that his brother was asleep in the next room. He ran down the stairs and charged out of the door. He stormed up to Ludwig. 'What the hell are you doing here you pervert!? Are you trying to upset my brother again? Are you?'
Ludwig looked up towards Feliciano's window again. 'He was upset?' He spoke quietly, a perplexed expression flashing across his face.
Romano rolled his eyes. 'Of course he was! Jeez, you are stupid!' He glanced at the letter in Ludwig's hand. 'You couldn't even fricking apologise to his face?'
Ludwig blushed and looked away. 'I…'
Romano scowled at him, snatching the letter. He scanned over it quickly, his face moving from anger, to shock, to disgust, and back to anger. He screwed up the first page and moved onto the second. Once he had finished reading he looked up. 'What the Hell?! You can't… do that. He's been crying everyday since we joined the allied side. Every fricking day! And I couldn't do anything. You know why?'
Ludwig mutely shook his head. Romano rolled his eyes. 'Because he wanted you. Not me. He loves you!' Ludwig's head snapped up, and he looked carefully at the smaller man's face. 'Really? He… he loves me?' Romano looked incredulous. 'You didn't know? Jeez you're even thicker than I thought! How dense can you be?!'
Ludwig looked up at the window. 'So… I… I can't…'
Romano glared at him. 'No you frigging can't.' He grabbed hold of Ludwig's arm and dragged him indoors. 'Feli!!' He yelled up the stairs.
There was no response. 'Stay there.' He shot a filthy look at Ludwig before running up the stairs. A few minutes later he came back down, followed by a very sleepy Feliciano. 'I still don't see why I have to wear pants. I never usually…' He stopped as he noticed Ludwig. 'Doi-su!' He smiled shyly. 'Why are you here?'