Hermano, I swear, when I get my hands on you, I will smack you to death. And you will die a horrible smack-related death.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters.


Feliciano curled up on the couch, hugging a giant pillow to himself. It was a nice pillow. He liked it a lot. It was nice to hold and squeeze in place of someone else and it provided good protection just in case his temperamental older brother decided to throw something at him. It was easy to tell when he was in the mood to throw something, especially if the older Vargas twin had just stormed into the room, slamming the door behind him.

Which was exactly what he had just done, so Feliciano had gotten his pillow just in case, but surprisingly, Lovino simply walked past him and went upstairs. Feliciano could only stare at the stairs, wondering if he had been mistaken. Then, his brother came back down, all dressed up in some really nice clothes. He was fixing his tie before he finally noticed Feliciano and narrowed his eyes as if his brother was some flaw in some sort of plan.

"Hey, Feli...I think you should go to a friend's house today," Lovino suggested.

Feliciano raised an eyebrow. "Ve? I can go to Ludwig's house?" he asked, looking hopeful.

His older twin got a disgusted look on his face. "No. Anyone but that potato bastard! Go to that Chinese guy's house."

"...ve? Oh! You mean Kiku? He's Japanese! Ve~"

"S-same thing. Just don't go to the German's house, okay?"

Feliciano nodded, smiling reassuringly at his brother. Lovino visibly relaxed, then tensed up again. "So go get dressed and get out!" he instructed and Feliciano nodded again, heading upstairs. When he went back down, Lovino shouted at him for taking so long.

"Va bene~ Va bene, fratello~ Why are you even doing this? Do you have a date with some pretty lady?" Feliciano teased as he was being nudged towards the door. Silence greeted his question and he turned around out of curiosity. His twin's face was bright red. Feliciano's face broke out into a huge grin.

"Ve~ Lovi's bringing a girl home!" he exclaimed, and got a rough push out the door for his enthusiasm.

"GET OUT!" The door slammed shut behind him and he turned around to stare at it in confusion. Mumbling a small "ve" in disappointment, he wandered along the street. He had really wanted to go to Ludwig's today, but Lovino didn't want him to. Then again, his temperamental older brother never wanted him to go to Ludwig's house. Feliciano got out his cellphone and immediately called Ludwig.

"Ja? Who is it?" a low voice asked.

"Ve~ Ludwig, it's me!" Feliciano exclaimed loudly. Some people stopped to stare before shrugging and moving along.

There was silence before Ludwig spoke again, "F-Feliciano? Why are you calling me?"

He answered with a small sulk in his tone, "Fratello wanted me out of the house, but he said I couldn't come over to your place, Ludwig. What should I do?"

Some noise could be heard from the other line, as if the phone was being tossed around carelessly. It was a while before Ludwig's breathless-sounding voice spoke up. "That's quite a dilemma, Feliciano. It's fine as long as we meet somewhere other than my house, ja?"

"You're so smart, Ludwig...ve, I wish I had thought of that." Feliciano smiled and questioned, "We should go to the park! It's so pretty there! Don't you agree?"

On the other line, the German smiled back as he kept his brother back from the phone with one hand. "I suppose it is pretty. I'll see you soon, Feliciano. Good bye." He closed the phone after hearing Feliciano's farewell and he turned to his silver-haired brother, the smile gone from his face.

"Bruder, I'm going to go see Feliciano. Stay here and behave," Ludwig growled, poking a finger into the albino's chest.

After hiding his wince of pain, Gilbert smirked at him and crossed his arms. Even after depending (It's different from being a moocher!) on his brother for so long, he still had a mind to disobey and just generally be a nuisance to the point where Ludwig had even threatened to call Elizaveta for a babysitter. That had shut Gilbert up, but only momentarily.

"Heh! Of course, of course I will." Gilbert's smirk only grew wider and more devious. Ludwig didn't trust it at all, but he sighed and gave up. Feliciano was probably waiting for him right now.

He turned, put on his coat, and left.


Feliciano waved as he saw Ludwig's figure in the distance. The sight of him, ever since they had first met, was always so noticeable to the bubbly Italian. Tall, serious, not the type to smile over every little thing like Feliciano. They were complete opposites, but Feliciano's gaze soon kept traveling to him.

It hadn't made any sense to him back then at the dinner party where Feliciano had seen him first. It still didn't make any sense, but he no longer cared. He was Feliciano and Ludwig was Ludwig.

"Ve~ Ludwig, aren't those flowers pretty?" Feliciano said, pointing to a bunch of purple lilacs sprouting in a vivid array of various other flowers. Ludwig nodded slowly, raising an eyebrow. To him, they looked just like any ordinary flowers. What was it that the Italian saw about them that was so special?

"Oh, look, aren't these pretty too? Che bella!" Feliciano exclaimed, standing on the tips of his toes to see some acacia blooms better.

Perhaps he just likes flowers, Ludwig concluded, smiling despite himself. He walked beside the brunette, listening as he chatted on and on about many different things, pasta this moment, his art the next. Just another typical day, it seemed, for the two of them.

The music of the ice cream truck soon attracted Feliciano who had left his wallet at home. Sighing, Ludwig bought him a plain ice cream cone with his own money, even though the Italian typically made more money than him. He was rather famous after all.

As he was about to hand the cone to Feliciano, the shorter man hugged him tightly and said, "Grazie, Ludwig! I'll pay you back, I promise!"

Flushing slightly, he nodded and held the cone down to him. "It's fine, Feliciano, you don't have to repay me," he mumbled and cleared his throat because he found that his mouth had suddenly gotten dry.

They sat on a bench in silence as Ludwig waited for Feliciano to finish his ice cream. He enjoyed moments like this where he could lean back, close his eyes and relax. His job and his brother had him on edge most of the time and it seemed as if it was only around the Italian he could wind down.

"Ve~ Ludwig, do you know flower language?" The sudden question broke his serene train of thought. He turned to look at Feliciano, but the other man's face was unreadable for once.

"W-was?" he stuttered back, looking confused. Flowers could talk? Was Feliciano going crazy?

"You don't know what lilacs mean, Ludwig?" Feliciano continued on as if Ludwig wasn't staring at him strangely, "Or acacias?"

Ludwig shook his head slowly. The other man opened his mouth, presumably to tell him, but then Ludwig's phone rang. He answered it quickly, fumbling as he opened it.

"Ja? Who is it?" Ludwig asked.

"Oh hey, bruder, I think you should come home right now. The awesomeness demands it," a mocking voice from the other end answered.

"I see no good reason to," Ludwig replied curtly, his eyebrow furrowing. He really wanted to find out what Feliciano had meant to tell him.

"What? I gave such an awesome reason too! Well, uhh, w-we ran out...of...of...WE RAN OUT OF WURST!"

At that moment, Ludwig's whole life shattered before his eyes or rather, his culinary life. He could hardly believe it, and while Gilbert might be lying, he still had this nagging suspicion that maybe he wasn't and the wurst was actually gone.

He hadn't realized that his hand was shaking until Feliciano had pointed it out for him. Nodding, he managed an unsteady "I-I'll be right there, bruder" before hanging up. Feliciano stared up at him with worried eyes.

"Ve? Is something wrong, Ludwig?" he asked. The German, who had gone pale, shook his head.

"We're going to go to the supermarket."


When they had gotten to his house, Lovino's order not to go to Ludwig's house long forgotten, Gilbert was there, mouth full of something, and a plate of that something right in front of him.

"I thought all the wurst was gone?" Ludwig muttered, marching over to his older brother with a scary expression on his face.

"Ah, um, funny story about that! My pure awesome made it all better!" Gilbert hastily explained, stepping away from Ludwig because the vibes he was giving out right now weren't good. The explanation didn't help, it seemed, since Ludwig cracked his knuckles loudly.

"O-oi, bruder! You don't want Feli to see all this violence, do you?" Gilbert said desperately. Feliciano, who had been on the phone, now looked up with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, no! It's fine. Lovi said I could come back, probably because the pretty lady's gone now," Feliciano called as he made his way towards the door, "I'll see you later, Ludwig!" The door slammed shut and Gilbert was left with his brother who looked really homicidal right now.

"Hey, the good part is...you don't have to cook dinner for me today?" the albino offered, smiling his most winning smile because he was positive that would win him over.

A few well-landed punches later, he wasn't so sure anymore.

"Mein gott, bruder! Did you really have to go that far?" Gilbert mumbled, pressing some ice against his forehead. "You're almost as bad as Eli-..." He went silent and Ludwig, satisfied for now, sighed, crossing his arms.

"Go back to the basement, bruder. I need to check something." He couldn't hold back a small smile when Gilbert cackled, jumping up and running to his studio in the basement. He had been working on something there for a while now, and Ludwig sometimes wondered what it was, but he was sure he'd find out someday.

For now, he sat himself down at his computer, which was mostly used for work, but not today. His hands got busy on the keyboard as he looked up what Feliciano had been talking about in the park.

"...I must be mistaken," Ludwig murmured, running a hand over his reddening face.

"Lilacs symbolize love (See Language of flowers)..."


DUN DUN DUNN~ That last quote was from Wikipedia. AND YES, GERMANY USES WIKIPEDIA AND MAYBE I WROTE THIS WHOLE CHAPTER JUST FOR THE SAKE OF THE WURST GAG.