Beta-ed by MoonPieeNinjaax3
Chapter 4: Accessories
"Feliciano, you didn't tell me how you did in the exam," Elizabeta whispered as Mr. Edelstein played a piece of music on the piano. She deeply enjoyed listening to Mr. Edelstein's music but right now, she was worried for her friend.
"Uh, well, it was quite difficult but Mr. Beilschmidt offered to give me accessories after classes," replied Feliciano with a slight blush on his face.
"Really? You must be very happy," Elizbeta whispered back.
"Veh~! I am, but I'm also nervous," said Feliciano, trying to be quiet but failing when Mr. Edelstien looked up from his piano and scolded him,
"Mr. Vargas, please remain from talking during the lesson. Music can't be appreciated while you are constantly chatting with your friend." Mr. Edelstein could easily get mad if disturbed while performing in the piano.
"My apologies, sir. It was my fault," Elizibeta quickly apologised.
"Elizabeta, you don't have to cover your friend. He is indeed a natural artist but it gives him no right to talk during the lesson," explained Mr. Edelstein.
"Yes, sir..." Both teens replied at the same time.
"Then let us continue. You two, let's try the new melody one more time," barked Mr. Edelstein. Feliciano was glad Elizabeta encouraged him to join the music club. Aside from being a music lover, he was pleased to witness how his friend turned into another person during the lessons. She diligently attended on time and assisted Professor Edelstein in whatever was needed for the club. She always showed great enthusiasm which earned her flatters and some smiles of her favourite teacher. That's exactly how he felt about Ludwig. He was willing to treat Elizbeta the same way that she treated him about his crush.
~OwO~
"Romano!" Feliciano ran up and hugged his brother from behind.
The older Italian was caught off-guard and yelled at him in response, "Idiot! I've told you not to treat me that way in school! And don't call me Romano while we're at school!"
Just then, Mr. Fernandéz decided to come out of the classroom. "Aw, how cute! I thought you weren't a loving big brother, Romano! I always knew I was wrong!" Gushed Mr. Fernandéz.
"Mind your own business, idi-" He was quickly cut off by Mr. Fernandéz,
"Romano, remember what we talked about last week. You must respect your teachers!"
"Then stop intruding in my life!" Romano yelled back. He seemed as annoyed as ever.
"Okay, I'm sorry then." Then, Antonio turned to Feliciano, "And what's your name?"
"I'm Felici-"
"There you go again! Leave us alone, you fool!" Romano grabbed his brother by the arm an dragged him away. Feliciano knew his brother well. He could see that he was being jealous, but why?
Mr. Fernández shouted from down the hallway, "Adios, Romanito! Nos vemos mañana en clase! Que tengas un dia bonita!" He got no reply though.
"Fratello, you should't talk to Mr. Fernández in that way! You could get in trouble!" Feliciano scolded.
"Shut up, stupido! What do you know?"
"Grandpa, will get mad at you!"
"It's not my fault! Dammit, he's the one always bothering me!"
"He seems like a nice person, he's always smiling!"
"He's an idiot. Now, stop talking about him!"
"Okay then..."
They were silent for a couple of minutes until Feliciano said, "Um, Romano. You do know that as he's the only Spanish teacher that he gives the three courses, right?"
"WHAT? Damn fucking bastard!" Romano cursed as he kicked a small rock near his shoe that somehow got indoors.
"Watch your language, kid," a grave, accented voice said from behind the Italians. When they faced the voice it was Mr. Oxenstierna, the scariest teacher in the entire school. He was a tall, blonde man dressed in a deep blue suit. The two frozen Italians just stood there, speechless. "I don't want to hear that sort of vocabulary again."
The Italians did not move until the teacher continued to walk away. "So scary..." muttered the both of them.
"I can't believe he's married to Mr. Vaio- Vaino- Vaho- Tino," stated Feliciano.
"WHAT? How do you know?" Romano demanded.
"Well, Kiku-" Romano muttered something that sounded like 'asian bastard' "-is pretty well informed about everything that happens in school. He told me about it."
"Two men..." Romano thought aloud, "How can that even be possible?"
"There's nothing weird about it Romano," re-assured Feliciano.
"What the hell are you saying? Of course it's weird!"
Feliciano looked away a little hurt by his brother's words, "I think that as long as you love the person, the gender doesn't matter."
"Bull shit! It's not natural!"
"Shut up!" Romano was surprised at Feliciano's behaviour. It was very strange that Feliciano shout at him. The younger Italian ran away from his older brother.
"Wait! Feliciano!" Romano's efforts were futile. Feliciano was a really good runner.
~OwO~
Kiku was worried when Feliciano didn't attend classes so he asked Elizabeta to help him find their friend. They looked around the school buildings before going outside where they found him on a bench near the soccer field. "Are you alright, Feliciano? Kiku told me you didn't go to class," asked Elizbeta with a sincere smile.
"I'm okay. I just had a fight with my brother," replied Feliciano as he returned the smile.
"I see. Do you want to talk about it?" Elizbeta asked as she sat beside Feliciano.
"Um, well...it's...uh...I...er..." He couldn't put it into words.
Kiku interrupted him as he sat to Feliciano's right, "If you don't want to tell us, it's okay."
"No, I think I do need to tell somebody and you are my friends after all," said Feliciano as Elizabeta and Kiku nodded. He started to spin his tale of events of what had happened, "Well, we were in the hall and Romano was shouting and then Mr. Oxerstierna came along as scolded him for his language-"
Elizabeta cut in, "That man is scary."
Kiku agreed, "He sure is."
Feliciano wondered aloud, "What does he teach anyway?"
"Home economics," Kiku answered.
"..."
"Okay, continue, Feliciano," said Elizabeta.
"I told him he was married to Tino and he began yelling about how it was weird for two men to like each other and I got mad. I shouted at him and ran away," finished Feliciano, "So do you think it's weird?"
Elizabeta hugged him and dried his tears, "Not at all, Feli. Love makes no distinction." Kiku was looking at his feet silently. Elizbeta asked, "Romano perhaps is not mature enough to understand it, right, Kiku?"
"...ah?" Kiku looked up at Elizbeta but only to see a soccer ball fly straight towards him.
"Watch out!" Yelled a familiar voice just before the soccer ball hit Kiku in the head.
Elizabeta and Feliciano turned to him immediately. "Veh~! Kiku! Are you okay?" Feliciano asked with worry.
The Japanese boy rubbed his head, "I'm fine. It didn't hit me too hard."
"Kiku, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Heracles came running across the field dressed in the school's soccer uniform. Elizbeta, Feliciano and Kiku were a little bit shock because they didn't think he could play sports with his passive personality. "Kiku, forgive me. I didn't mean to!" He kneeled and hugged his friend while cheeking on his head. Kiku just sat there with a gigantic blush spread across his face. "Seems like there are no bruises or cuts. I'm really sorry," Heracles apologised for the umpteenth time.
"Veh~! He's all red! Maybe he's got fever!"
Elizabeta cut in, "I don't think-"
"I'll take you to the nursery," said Heracles after kissing Kiku's head. Now the poor boy couldn't even speak.
"Heracles, get back here! Training hasn't finished yet!" It was Coach Beilschmidt.
"That idiot! I can't stand him!" Elizabeta complained, "Heracles, we can take Kiku to the nursery if you want. It seems like that ass won't let you leave."
Heracles replied, "...okay then." He looked Kiku right in the eyes and said, "I'll look for you later to see how you're doing." He stood up and walked back to the field where the white haired bastard called him from. Even if he wasn't gravely injured, Heracles insisted taking Kiku home after he finished his training.
~OwO~
"I wish somebody would care for me that way. They are so cute together! Although, Kiku must do something about his shyness," Elizabeta rambled to Feliciano. They were sitting in their maths classroom whilst waiting for Mr. Beilschmidt to enter.
"Veh~! Somebody like Mr. Edelstein! But he's not as expressive towards people as he is towards music," commented Feliciano.
Elizabeta blushed and gave her own little comeback, "Says the one who fell for the emotionless math teacher!"
"He's just a bit too serious, Elizabeta. I'm sure he is a nice person," defended Feliciano. After Mr. Beilschmidt entered the classroom, Feliaciano blushed and Elizabeta giggled.
The class passed with no particularly important events other than Feliciano been awaken from his day dreaming by little paper balls Elizabeta threw at him.
"We'll leave it here today. Leave your homework on my desk on your way out," said Mr. Beilschmidt. He walked towards the window to close the blinds.
"Feliciano, I know you like the man but the way you stare at him is as if was some kind of god," said Elizabeta as she put her homework on the teacher's desk. Feliciano did the same.
"Veh~! It's not true I-" Elizabeta gave him a look "-perhaps I'm too much into him."
As they were about to leave, Mr. Beilschmidt called, "Feliciano, come here for a minute."
"Veh~! Yes, sir!" Feliciano turned around to walk back in the room but Elizabeta put a hand on his shoulder,
"Sorry, Feliciano. I can't wait for you today. I must get home early today, we're having special guests over."
"Veh~! Okay then. Ciao, Elizabeta." She left and Feliciano walked towards the desk feeling as if he was going to meet a celebrity. "Veh~! You called me?"
"Yes, Feliciano. I wanted to talk to you about the accessories. I talked to the principal and it seems that we're not allowed to use the classrooms after the school. I wanted to know if it wasn't any trouble for you that we would have at my home," explained Ludwig as a big smile appeared on the little boy's lips.
"Absolutely not!" Feliciano happily replied.
"I can talk to your parents about it," offered Mr. Beilschmidt.
"No! It's okay! I'll tell Grandpa about it!" Feliciano said.
"Alright then. Here's my address," he produced a paper from his pocket, "I'll be waiting for you at 4:00pm. Please be punctual. I do have other business to attend." Typical German man...
"Veh~! I promise I won't be late!"
~OwO~
Whilst eating dinner, Feliciano decided to tell his grandfather about his accessories lessons. He took a deep breath, put down his fork, turned to Arsenius and said, "Grandpa, I'm attending accessories with-"
Arsenius stopped eating his dinner, "You're having problems with math again?"
"I am, but Mr. Beilschmidt offered to help me! I think I can't lose this chance," explained Feliciano.
"'Beilschmidt' you say? Perhaps he's related to an old friend of mine..." Arsenius pondered aloud.
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Do you want me to drive you there?" Arsenius asked.
"No, it's okay. I'll take the bus," replied Feliciano, picking up his fork again and continuing to eat.
"Alright then. Feliciano, do your best please. Romano, how are you doing at school?"Arsenius turned to Romano who had remained quiet until now.
"Everything is fine," Romano qucikly replied. He glanced at Feliciano but he was just happily enjoying his dinner.
"That's not quite the answer I was expecting. I hope you're not getting in trouble because of your attitude again," said Arsenius like a worriful mother.
"Everything is fine, old man," replied Romano who was getting rather annoyed at his grandfather's questioning.
"I hope so, or you're done with soccer," warned Arsenius with a meaningful tone.
"What? But why? Coach Beilschmidt says I'm doing great!" Romano whined.
"Wait, he is also the coach?" Arsenius was now curious. Was this man so talented? And was he related to the mystery friend of his?
Feliciano laughed, "No, Grandpa. They are brothers! Gilbert Beilschmidt is the gym teacher and Ludwig Beilschmidt is my math teacher."
Romano commented, "Even if they are brothers, they sure are damn different."
Arsenius laughed and said, "You two should know all about that." Feliciano giggled and Romano gave a small, barely noticable smirk. "Okay, now I'm sure now they must be the grandsons of old Beilschmidt. They aren't too old, are they?"
"Well, they do look young but I don't know how old they are," replied Feliciano.
"Oi, fool. You should go get ready or that German bastard will get mad at you. I'll give you a ride, if you want." Romano was trying to compensate his brother for making him cry.
Feliciano smiled widely. "Thanks, fratello!" Feliciano left the table to go get ready for his accessories lessons.
"That's really nice of you, Romano. Why the sudden change of mood?" Arsenius was curious, Romano rarely acted this way.
"I'm not being nice. I'm going out today, anyways," replied Romano as he dropped his fork into his plate, he was done.
"Is that so?" said Arsenius with a smile while taking another bite of pasta to his mouth.
~OwO~
"Oh, what should I wear?" Feliciano thought to himself, "Wait, I'm behaving like a girl. But I should try to look good." Feliciano grabbed some black skinny jeans from the closet and one of his stylish shirts. Both Italians inherit their good taste on clothing from his grandpa. After putting the clothes on, he gave a look at himself in the mirror. He wasn't vain but always being compliemented about his looks from other people gave him confidence.
"Feliciano! I'm leaving now," shouted Romano from downstairs.
"I'm coming!" He rushed the stairs and ran to the front of the house where Romano was already waiting. "Thanks for the ride, Romano."
"Whatever. And why are you dressed like that? It's not like you're going on a date," stated Romano. After all, it was just extra maths lessons. Why dress nicely about that?
Feliciano blushed. "I know but, Mr. Beilschmidt is too formal so I thought it would be alright if I at least changed my uniform." He got into the car and buckled his seatbelt up.
"I just don't get how your brain works or if it does it at all," Romano remarked. He started up the car and drove towards the destination. Once they got there, Feliciano waved goodbye to his brother and walked into the building.
He was getting anxious now. He jumped as his cell phone vibrated but it was only a message from Elizabeta. He flipped open his phone to check what she had said.
Subject: Good luck!
From: Elizabeta ;)
Recieved: 3:46pm
Good luck today and try to pay attention!
Feliciano blinked at the message. "This girl and her ability to read people."
Feliciano decided to look around for the elevator. He saw that the building was a beautiful building. After looking for a while, he found it and went up a few floors. Once he was in front of the door of the apartment, he was trembling. He looked at his watch. It read 3:50pm. He could use that time to calm himself or it might better if he just knocked the door and finish with the tension. While arguing with his thoughts the door opened. He jumped at the person who opened the door, Coach Beilschmidt.
"Oh, hi. You're the other Italian, hm? Come inside." Gilbert opened the door a little bit wider.
"Um, thanks." The young Italian entered the room and was beholded with a neat fancy apartment, something expected from Mr. Beilschmidt but not from his brother.
"So, why are you here, buddy?" Gilbert asked. It wasn't everyday that an Italian came to their apartment.
"I-I came for accessories with Mr. Beilschmidt," replied Feliciano.
"He did mention it once or twice..." Gilbert thought aloud before turning back to Feliciano, "He just came back from gym and probably just finished taking a shower. I'll go call him." He left the living room shouting, "Oi, Ludwig! Somebody is looking for you!"
As Ludwig stepped into the room, Feliciano's eyes widened at the sight. "No wonder why he's got that body, he must work our everyday." Some of the tension that Feliciano had was being replaced by joy. "I wonder how he looks working out it must be..." Ludwig appeared in the room looking like he had clearly just left the shower. He had a towel over his shoulders, his hair was still wet and was falling over his eyes, - "This made him look sexier."- he was wearing a tank top that showed off his perfectly built body and sweatpants. When Feliciano thought he couldn't find him more attractive, he noticed his face where his expression was still serious yet looked more relaxed than in school. Feliciano was worried about his mouth being fully open and was glad to be sitting other ways his legs would be trembling.
"Hello, Feliciano. Are you ready to begin now?" Ludwig asked.
"Y-yes!" Feliciano was slightly anxious. After all, he was in a teacher's home. A hot teacher's home.
Ludwig led him to the study. There were tons of books inside, some trophies and other prizes on the wall. Everything was so perfectly arranged. "Have a seat please." Ludwig motioned to a chair across the desk as he sat down. "Now, what are you having trouble with?"
Feliciano took out his notebook and opened it. "Well, I'm pretty lost here and here too," he said pointing at some equations with his finger.
As he was examining what type of problems he was having trouble with, Ludwig felt that Feliciano was very nervous. "Calm down. Maths isn't that scary." Feliciano gave a little smile which Ludwig returned noticing. It lighted up Feliciano's heart. Ludwig began explaining how to solve such equations but he noticed the boy wasn't getting many of the terms he used to explain. He made a short pause and began to explain again but using simpler words. It was a few times after they both were having a more fluent chat. Feliciano was happy he was now understanding everything and being next to Ludwig made it all better.
After a few equations, Gilbert entered to the room. "Hey, Ludwig. You said you had to go to the college at seven." Feliciano looked at his cell phone, it was 6:20pm, then turned to at Ludwig who was making a face to his brother.
"You never remember any of my appointments. What do you want this time?" Ludwig sighed. He knew something was up.
"Nothing, nothing! I just thought that as your driving there it won't be a problem if you drop me by the way," Gilbert 'suggested'.
Ludwig sighed, "Damn,Gilbert. Always thinking in himself." He apologised to Feliciano, "I'm afraid we are done for today, Feliciano." Ludwig felt a little disappointed but didn't know why.
"Veh~! It's fine. I'll leave now then." Feliciano started to gather his things. He checked the time, "Veh~! I'll be able to catch the 6:40 bus."
Suddenly, Glibert had an idea, "Hey, Ludwig, why don't we give the boy a ride?"
"Sure. There's no problem with it," replied Ludwig instantly which suprised himself. "Wait, what am I saying?"
"I don't want to be a bother," Feliciano kindly refused as he put the last of his things in his bag and zipped it up.
"Not at all, buddy! Right, Ludwig?" Gilbert said while raising an eyebrow at the other German.
Ludwig answered a bit more cautious of his words, "It won't be a bother, Feliciano."
Feliciano smiled. "Veh~! Gratzie~!"
"Ah, that smile again," thought Ludwig as he quickly snapped out of his thoughts.
Soon after, the three men got in the car. During the trip, Feliciano giggled at how the brothers behaved. Even though Ludwig was supposed to be the younger, he was the one scolding his brother for his behaviour. After a round of scolding, Gilbert turned in his seat to face Feliciano, "I hope he's not like this at school. If so, I'm sorry for you and all your classmates."
"Bruder, stop saying such things," Ludwig complained without taking his eyes off the road.
Gilbert laughed loudly. He clearly enjoyed bothering his little brother.
"We're here, Feliciano." Ludwig stopped the car infront of the Italian house.
"Veh~! Gratzie millie!"
"No problem," said Ludwig before his brother said,
"Good night, Feliciano."
He waved and ran into the house. "Veh~! Ludwig, want a goodnight kiss?" Gilbert teased while imitating Feliciano's Italian accent.
Ludwig hit his brother in the head. "I told you to stop making such stupid jokes Gilbert."
"Come on, Lud. Didn't you notice the kid was all over you? I won't be bother he's really cute! Aside it's been a long time since you last date someone!" Gilbert the received another stroke in the head this time harder, "Calm down, Lud. Besides, you know what I'm saying is true!"
"I've told you not to intervene in my personal life and don't talk about Feliciano in that way. I'm not like that Antonio fellow." Ludwig was clearly pissed off with Gilbert.
"It's not bad that you like the boy. You're not to old for him and I think you'll make a great couple!" Ludwig stopped the car and kicked his brother out of it. "Hey, Ludwig! It was a joke! Come on, don't leave me here! I left my wallet on the seat! LUDWIG!"
~OwO~
Translation notes:
'Adios, Romanito! Nos vemos mañana en clase! Que tengas un dia bonita!' - 'Goodbye, Romanito! See you tomorrow in class! Have a nice day!' in Spanish.
