Hey, guys. I guess my writing style for this story is just very slow-paced. Oh, well. xD

I meant for this chapter to be more fluffy with Luddy and Feli, but didn't want to have too much stuff happening in one chapter.

Anyhow, enjoy!

Lovino trailed slowly behind the Beilschmidt brothers; behind him, Ludwig could hear the Italian scoffing. "That woman...playing! Especially with these scrubs!"

"Don't worry, little bruder," Gilbert assured the younger German child, smirking. That prick is constantly muttering about us, but he never dares to lay a hand on my awesome circle of friends!"

"But bruder, the boy beats you nearly all the time!" Ludwig could only recall the condition of Gilbert's milky skin the first few weeks of camp. The pale blueberry bruises even now were still visible.

Besides, as far as Ludwig knew, he and Lovino were the only people Gilbert could even consider his friends. Better not to burst his bubble, I guess...It would probably kill him by now, he thought.

"Well, he hasn't attacked you since you killed your boyfriend's flag. You are my first priority, little bruder! You are to carry on my awesome blood if I ever die in an awesomely fierce battle to win Ms. Hedervary's heart from Mr. Edelstein!"

"Bruder...," Ludwig blushed, and began as Feliciano called from the football field-which the boy noticed was drawn out with white paint in a very professional manner. Mr. Edelstein certainly knows whom to hire...

Feliciano's faraway plea broke Ludwig's thought. "Avanti! Avanti, amici! Voglio giocare la caccia!"

"In un minuto, fratellino!" Ludwig heard Lovino shout back bitingly. "Lasciami caminare!"

Feliciano proceeded to jump about frantically, unable to contain his excitement. "Tutto bene, mio fottuto Dio!" Lovino shouted again. "Aspetta un minutino, stupidissimo!"

Lovino struggled to run to his brother and waited for the other children to venture onto the field at their own pace. Feliciano was kicking around a new, shiny soccer ball in a circle. He looked up at the young blonde when the Beilschmidt brothers arrived, yet again with that dozy look.

"Finalmente, Ludwig! Sei qui!" The boy threw his arms around his friend in a hug, just like he had at Mr. Edelstein's front door. Ludwig thought it obligatory to return the hug this time, wrapping his hands around the boy's scrawny waist. Much to his brother's dismay, Feliciano giggled. "Hihihi! Amicissimo, che solletica!"

Lovino glared at the guests as Feliciano freed himself. "Allora, enough tickling! Fratellone, why don't we play with our Deutscher Youth partners?"

The older boy scowled. "Hmph! Of course you would make me touch heels with those filthy Germans!" Ludwig would have smacked him if Feliciano hadn't continued on.

"But Lovino, it'd be good training! And Mr. Edelstein is always telling you to play outside more!" Feliciano whined, hugging his brother's arm.

Lovino cringed at the mention of their guardian. "Fine," he finally huffed, tearing his arm away.

"Okay!" Feliciano cheered. "Fratellone, you play with Gilbert, and I'll play with my amicissimo, Ludwig! The first team to get their ball into the other's net scores a point; best two out of three wins!"

Ludwig studied the Italian. Perhaps he was good at training when it were in the form of leisurely sports. "Ahh!" The boy was jerked out of his thoughts as Feliciano took him by the hand and pulled him over to the blue net.

Lovino, being the oldest child of the household, was the one to start the game. "Tre...due..uno...Giocate!" The ball was dropped.

The older Italian took his advantage and kicked the ball toward the blue net. Ludwig met the boy face-to-face and kicked the ball into his pace in a flash, only to have Gilbert intercept him from the right halfway to the red net.

"Hahaha! Red is such an awesome color! It reminds me of my awesome German blood! The red team always wins, little bruder!"

Just as Ludwig was about to cuss in disappointment, Feliciano soared past him. Much to Gilbert's dismay, the dozy boy intercepted him from the side and skirted him, heading back with the ball in the direction of the red net.

"Go, Feli!" Ludwig cheered his partner on, partially out of wonder. Why have I never seen him run like this at Youth camp?!

Feliciano outran Gilbert and Lovino, scoring the first goal and winning the first game for the Blue Team. There was only one flaw with the boy's gameplay, Ludwig observed: Instead of kicking it, Feliciano kicked the ball straight into the goal, and ran back out after it touched the netting. Was that allowed? he thought. Isn't that considered a penalty?

As the boy cheered and his older brother congratulated him in a rare bout of affection, Ludwig half-smiled to himself again. Well, it doesn't seem to matter much to them.

So Feliciano could probably run faster than most children, but couldn't kick, punch, or fight. That, Ludwig decided, was perfectly fine. I'll teach him to channel the strength in his legs to the rest of his muscles! Ludwig declared to himself as the game went on.

Gilbert and Lovino managed to seize the ball from Feliciano in the second game; an opponent stood on either side of the field, and the boy was caught off guard. The pale Beilschmidt boy cheered at his "awesomeness at tactics" while the older Italian boy stared at the ball indifferently after they'd won the second game.

Ludwig had deliberately refrained from touching the ball during the second game, mostly because he wanted to observe Feliciano but also because he didn't want to interfere with his brother's crude tactics, dumb as he was.

The two younger boys successfully broke the tie for themselves on the third game. Ludwig decided to join in at this point, and made an effort to cut his brother off guard. Gilbert stood guarding the blue net, because he was "that awesome as to stand in the opponent's territory," and Ludwig deliberately stumbled in front of him when he stole the ball from Feliciano. The Italian had run off to the side of the red net to intercept his older brother and prevent Gilbert from getting to Ludwig, allowing the blonde to score the winning goal.

The two younger boys cheered together, Ludwig gawking involuntarily at Feliciano's seemingly autonomous side curl as they jumped up and down, again in each other's arms.

Although quite dismayed from having lost to their younger siblings, the other team either glared in harsh indifference or jumped for joy at his younger brother's "inherited awesome skills."

"So," Lovino murmured when everyone was gathered at the Edelsteins' picnic table, "what do the Potato King and his first lady win?"

"Hmm," Feliciano thought, gazing up at the sky with his finger to his chin. The dozy look remained even after playing three exhausting games of football.

"I know! How about Ludwig and I share the biggest piece of Mr. Edelstein's cake?"

"Oh, yes, the aristocrat is making a new one tonight, isn't he?" Lovino remarked as Feliciano jumped from his set and charged toward the sliding doors.

"Well, I suppose I should follow the little brat in," Lovino sighed, standing up with ease. "You barbarians feel free to take your time," he sneered at the Beilschmidt brothers.

Ludwig turned to his brother after Lovino disappeared into the mansion. "I can't wait to smack that kid on the head," he remarked. "What on earth makes him think he can talk to us like that?"

"Ja, but at least you don't have to train with him, little bruder!" Gilbert rubbed the new black eye he had gotten during their first game.

Ludwig leaned forward on the picnic table in frustration. "Bruder, why hasn't anyone confronted him yet? Surely the monitors at Deutscher Youth would have had him cleaning the latrines by now, and I've honestly been expecting much more from you," Ludwig vented, "Especially considering how many bruises you've received thus far!"

"Well, little bruder, it's obviously because he's Mr. Edelstein's son! It's the same reason your little Feliciano hasn't been kicked out of the camp yet!" Gilbert leaned back, putting his feet up. "Besides, I think if that brat were forced to clean the camp's toilets, he would be shooting laser beams from his eyes at anyone who even glanced at him.

"Plus," Gilbert went on, "I already told you I would pull that putz off by his curl the next time he tackled you, so you don't have to worry!"

Winking, the teen lowered his eyes, abnormally red pupils showing. "As for me, I'm far too awesome to be wasting my strength on little brats like him! I let him beat me just so he has his fun, little bruder!"

Ludwig turned his head, staring past the soccer field. "Gilbert," he began. The blonde child almost never called his older brother by his name. "Once Youth camp is finished, and the war starts to intensify, what will happen? Will we still move back to the northeast and continue on with public school? Will Vater push us into a more serious training school?"

Gilbert looked at his brother worriedly as the younger child made eye contact. "Well, little bruder, Vater has already talked to me about this. He told me not to tell you, but I think you should know that he has already planned to stay down here and enroll us in a school for rich kids after Youth camp ends. He said it won't be a military school, but it'll definitely focus on things pertaining to the war, like awesome German leaders and such!"

"I'm only worried about military school for your sake, bruder. I'm all for becoming a soldier!" Ludwig remarked.

"Ja, ja," Gilbrt dismissed the comment. "Oh, and as for your little puppy, Vater has already arranged for him to be driven down here, and we'll be getting a new home nearer to Mr. Edelstein's come autumn." Ludwig had had to leave his dog, Aster, in their old house with a temporary caregiver.

"As for tonight," Gilbert smirked, "You'll be staying with your little girlfriend!" Stifling a laugh, he added, "Just don't become a two-timer and have an affair with the handsome Ms. Hedervary!"

Ludwig was confused. "Bruder, surely Vater wouldn't arrange something like this!"

"Oh, just think about it, little bruder! Why do you think Vater has pulled you out of Youth camp for the whole weekend?" Gilbert was hysterical with laughter, and struggled to keep up with the younger child as he stomped off to confront their father.

Back in the house, Mr. Beilschmidt and Mr. Edelstein were still reminiscing about their days at university when Ludwig uncharacteristically came running into the dining room.

"Vater, Gilbert has been saying that you intend for me to stay the night with the Edelsteins! Is this true?"

The two men glanced at each other before giving a response. "Well, sohn, I should have known better than to trust Gilbert not to share what I consider to be private."

"However," Mr. Beilschmidt continued in his stern, laid back tone. "It is true that Mr. Edelstein and I have agreed for you to spend the night here with Feliciano. We believe it will allow you boys to become more cooperative.

"I thought this was clear when I told you that you were to be exempted from training for the weekend, sohn," Ludwig lowered his head as his father continued on after leading them out to their vehicle.

Retrieving a small suitcase from the trunk, Mr. Beilschmidt knelt down to his child. "We will have cake with the Edelsteins, and then Gilbert and I will depart. You are to take tonight and tomorrow to forge a lasting friendship with your Youth partner, even if his strengths and skills do not match yours. Do I make myself clear, sohn?" Mr. Beilschmidt was stern, yet still gentle.

"Yes, Vater," Ludwig agreed. He thought it better not to mention what he also knew from Gilbert.

Sorry for all the foreign text in the first part, guys. I thought it would be good to incorporate Feli and Lovi speaking some more Italian; plus, I just had fun writing it out. xD

Italian is my second language, so please feel free to point out any imperfections, guys! I'll make corrections immediately. :)

Here are the translations:

"Avanti! Avanti, amici! Voglio giocare la caccia!" = "Come on! Come on, friends! I want to play football!"

"In un minuto, fratellino!" = "In a minute, little brother!"

"Lasciami caminare!" = "Let me walk!"

"Tutto bene, mio fottuto Dio!" = "Alright, my fucking God!" (Sorry if that offends anyone; Lovi said it, not me!)

"Aspetta un minutino, stupidissimo!" = "Wait a minute, stupid!" (Or in this case, "the stupidest")

"Finalmente; sei qui!" = "Finally; you're here!"

"Hihihi! Amicissimo, che solletica!" = "Hahaha! Buddy, that tickles!" ("Amicissimo" literally translates to "best friend;" sorry for not pointing that out in the previous chapter. Also, the "h" sound is silent in Italian, just to clarify. xD)

"Allora" = Okay/Alright then

"Fratellone" = "Big brother" (I know this translation was pretty obvious in the first chapter, but I thought I should point it out here anyway.)

"Tre...due...uno...Giocate!" = "Three...two...one...play!"

And the German words should be obvious. xD

Luddy and Feli get closer next chapter, I promise! I really want this story to have more fluffy moments.

Sorry to keep complaining about my own work, but I just feel like this story is going too slow, yet too fast at the same time. But everyone's loving it, so I guess I'm doing okay! xD

Please keep reviewing, guys! I'm all for constructive criticism! :)