The hours after that phone call were filled of restless pacing and long rambles from Feliciano. When Ludwig came back from the
groceries he found Feliciano dancing happily in his living room. Ludwig tried to calm him down, but it was useless. Finally that evening,
the doorbell rung. Feliciano immediately stopped watching T.V (which he wasn't even listening to) and hopped from his spot on the
couch and ran to the door. Without asking who it was, he opened the door and saw Gilbert and two other men. One had long blonde
hair with a bit of a beard and the other had tanned skin, with dark brown locks and sparkling emerald eyes. Feliciano's face dropped a
bit, slightly disappointed that the first thing he didn't see was his brother.
"Hey Feliciano! Lovino's a little behind si-"
"BASTARDS! Why do you guys have to move so quickly?!" a voice interrupted.
Feliciano's face lit up. He stood on his tippy toes just so he could see above the tall men standing in front of him. Behind them was his
older twin, looking agitated and out of breath. Feliciano felt tears come to his eyes.
"FRATELLO!"
Feliciano pushed past Gilbert and the men with surprising force and ran to his brother. He attacked him with a back-breaking hug,
causing Lovino to slip and fall on the ground.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Trying to give me a fucking concussion?! I swear the next time you do that again I'll tear your arms
off and shove them up your ass!" Lovino shouted, still recovering from the shocking attack.
"I missed you so so so so so so so much! You don't know how much I was worried about you!" Feliciano cried, ignoring Lovino's threat.
At those words Lovino relaxed slightly, patting Feliciano's back awkwardly.
"I know, I know." Lovino smiled slightly, happy that his younger brother cared so much about him.
"I hate to interrupt this love fest, but can we eat now? The awesome me is hungry!"
Lovino's face went back to rage and he pushed Feliciano off of him hastily.
"Shut up! This is no love fest! And stop complaining potato bastard, you just fucking ate!"
The man with emerald eyes stepped up, his face contorted with worry.
"Lovi, you shouldn't be mean to others! It's not nice!"
Lovino scoffed, blushing slightly.
"Shut the hell up! And don't call me Lovi!"
Now the blond man stepped in.
"Oh please Lovino, you should stop acting like such a brat and just say that you love him! Like it isn't obvious already." He had a heavy
French accent. A perverted sparkle gleamed in his blue eyes. "If I were you, I would have already-"
"I do not love him! Who the hell would love that tomato-loving bastard? And you should stop acting like a such a lech and start-"
"What? Lovi you don't love me?"
"KESESESESE look what you did now!"
"Shut the fuck up I'm gonna-"
"IF EVERYONE WOULD PLEASE SHUT UP!" Ludwig interrupted. Everyone jumped and immediately looked at him, eyes widened in fear
and shock.
"Since Feliciano is new here, why don't you all introduce yourselves?" Ludwig said, his voice now calm.
After a moment of silence, the blonde man spoke. "R-right. Well, my name is Francis Bonnefoy." He walked up to Feliciano and grabbed
his hand, kissing it gently. "It is a pleasure to meet you, mon cher. May I say, that you are very gorgeous and-"
"Get the fuck away from my brother, Francis!" Lovino interrupted, stepping between Feliciano and Francis. Ludwig wouldn't admit it but
he felt relieved that Lovino stepped in, he was getting annoyed at Francis's flirty personality.
"Hola, I'm Antonio!" Antonio said, pushing Francis away from Lovino. "It's nice to meet you! Your brother is currently living with me and I
have to say that he missed you a-"
"I did not miss him!" Lovino said, blushing. Feliciano smiled, knowing that Lovino was lying.
"It's nice to meet you all! I'm Feliciano Vargas!"
"Now that introductions are all over, why don't we all party?" Gilbert said, holding a pack of beer in his hands. Since when did he have
beer with him? Feliciano thought to himself.
"Hold on for a fucking second. Who's this guy?" Lovino pointed at Ludwig, who immediately felt uncomfortable under Lovino's intense
gaze.
"Oh fratello, this is Luddy! This is the very nice man who took care of me and let me stay with him! He's my friend!" Feliciano said.
Ludwig cleared his throat.
"My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt."
Lovino's eyes turned into rage. "What?! You mean you are the potato bastard's brother?"
"Hey stop calling me potato bastard, jackass!"
"Shut the fuck up! Now there's two potato bastards!" Lovino shook his head and stomped into the house, mumbling angrily while
Antonio trailed after him, then Francis and Gilbert, leaving Ludwig and Feliciano outside. Feliciano was about to come in with them, until
Ludwig cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry about those three. They are very hard people to be around sometimes." Ludwig apologized. Feliciano smiled and shook his
head.
"Oh not at all! I quite like Francis and Antonio! Although Francis kind of creeps me out. I also apologize for my fratello, he's a bit of an
angry person."
Ludwig gave a hesitant smile. "Just be careful around them. This night will be very...interesting."
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A few hours later...
Gilbert chugged another bottle, slamming it down on the table with a satisfied sigh.
"Nothing like beer on a Monday night, right West?"
Ludwig nodded hazily, his eyes unfocused and his face slightly flushed.
"Bruder, why is the room spinning?" Ludwig asked, his head nodding back and forth in a drunken haze. Feliciano appeared from the
living room, a worried look on his face.
"Luddy? Are you okay?"
Gilbert laughed obnoxiously and chugged another bottle of beer. "Of course he's okay! He just drunk a few bottles with his awesome
brother, right West?" Gilbert patted Ludwig on the back with a strong force, causing Ludwig to slam his head on the table, finally
passing out. Feliciano ran to him, trying to wake him up but failing miserably.
"Dio! Gilbert is he drunk?" asked Feliciano, his eyes full of panic.
"Of course he is, idiota!" Lovino stepped into the unusually messy kitchen, a permanent scowl on his face that only deepened when he
saw the empty beer bottles thrown haphazardly around the tiled floor.
"Where's Antonio?" Feliciano asked. "Weren't you just with him?"
Lovino blushed. "Do I have to be with him everywhere?! He isn't my fucking dad!" he hissed. When he saw Feliciano's hurt face, he
calmed down. "Him and Francis passed out on the couch, leaving no fucking room for me!" he said, his foot tapping quickly in anger.
"Um guys..." Gilbert called out quietly, his voice slightly laced with anxiety. The brothers looked at him, and his face turned green.
"...I think I'm gonna puke."
He ran to the nearby sink and vomited, dropping his half empty beer bottle. Feliciano's face contorted in disgust and Lovino cursed.
"That's fucking gross! I'm going outside!" Lovino yelled, stomping out of the kitchen. Feliciano followed him quickly, glad to leave Gilbert
to his puking. The only reason why they were the only ones not drinking were because they were angels. It isn't allowed in Heaven,
and of course being God's grandsons they had to set an example. They passed the living room, stepping over an unconscious Antonio
and went down the hallway, leading to the glass doors that led to the backyard. Lovino stopped in the middle, sitting down with a huff
of anger. Feliciano cautiously sat beside him, staying silent for a moment before speaking.
"Is Antonio nice?" Feliciano asked, trying to make conversation. Lovino snapped his head towards Feliciano, his eyes full of anger.
"What's with that all of a sudden?!"
"Well you're living with him right? I just wanted to see if he's a nice person."
Lovino calmed down at that, and he brung his knees up to his chin, leaning on them and looking away from Feliciano.
"Well...y-yes, he is very nice." Lovino answered. Feliciano smiled at him.
"So how did you end up in his house?"
"Well, that old fart and I had an argument-"
"Nonno already told me about the fight, that's why I'm here!"
"Right. Well while I was leaving that damn place and was on my way to Earth, I started losing control of my wings-" Feliciano giggled at
that, even if they were complete opposites they definitely share their clumsiness. "Shut up! It was my first time going to Earth okay?!
Anyways, I landed hard in the middle of the street. I realized I broke my leg and couldn't move. A car almost ran me over, until
Antonio saved me." Lovino looked at Feliciano and he stayed silent, encouraging him to go on.
"He wanted to take me to a hospital, but I told him not to before I passed out. When I woke up, I was in his house and my leg had
healed." Lovino let out a tiny chuckle. "He was totally freaked out when he saw my leg completely healed in a night. He asked me what
I was, and I said an angel. I just said that to see if he would believe me, and he surprisingly did. He was actually delighted to have
found an angel, the carefree bastard."
Feliciano observed Lovino, how his face relaxed and almost happy as he talked about what happened.
"Are you boyfriends with Antonio?"
Lovino blushed from his neck to his ears, sputtering nonsense. "W-what?! Boyfriend?! Feliciano where the hell did you get that from?!"
Lovino asked, obviously embarrassed.
"Ludwig told me it's when two people love each other romantically. You act different around Antonio, so I just guessed." Feliciano
answered.
"Remind me to kill that potato bastard when he wakes up..." growled Lovino.
"So is it true?" Feliciano asked, his eyes glimmering with curiosity.
"I-well-I can't-but-no! I don't love him!" Lovino spat. Feliciano stayed silent, slightly disappointed. After a few seconds of silence,
Feliciano decided to change the subject.
"So when are we going home? This is why I'm here after all!" Feliciano asked, trying to brighten the mood. Lovino's eyebrows furrowed,
and he stared intensely at Feliciano, a stare he's never seen before.
"Feliciano, listen. I've been wanting to tell you this. I'm...I'm not going to leave."
Feliciano was taken aback. He knew Lovino was mad at his grandfather, but this was too much!
"What? But w-why? I know you guys fought but-"
"It's not about nonno, Feli."
"Then what is it about?"
Lovino averted his eyes from his brother and took a deep breath.
"It's...about Antonio. Listen I... I love him all right? Dammit!"
When Feliciano didn't say anything else, he continued.
"Look, I really l-like being with him and I want to s-stay here. With him." Lovino didn't say anything else other than that. Feliciano kept
staring at him, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh."
Lovino shut his eyes in annoyance.
"'Oh' is all you can say? Here I am confessing my fucking love to Antonio and that's all you say?!"
When Feliciano still didn't say anything, he sighed. "And you?"
"And I what?"
"Do you love him? That potato bastard!"
Feliciano stayed silent, pondering over the question. Love? He didn't really know what that meant. He loved his beloved nonno and
fratello but that's a different kind of love. That's a family kind of love. Now there's the one Lovino was asking about, the love that Lovino
felt strongly for Antonio...
"I don't know. I don't really know how loving someone in that way feels like..."
Lovino cursed and stood abruptly, causing Feliciano to jump. His head was down and his hands were clenched to fists.
"God you're such an idiot, Feliciano..." With that comment, he left Feliciano alone in the dark backyard.
Feliciano's head was swimming with thoughts. First was Lovino. How could he not want to come back home? What was Feliciano going
to tell his grandfather? He wondered how his grandfather going to take it. Lovino was always rebellious, but this was a whole new
level of rebellion. Wait, it isn't rebellion, he just wanted to stay with Antonio. Then the thought that he was also going to have to leave
Earth at some point came to his mind. Leaving obnoxious Gilbert, perverted Francis, cheerful Antonio, kind Tino and quiet Berwald, and
even the adorable kids at the daycare. But the worse would be leaving Ludwig. Kind, stern, neat, thoughtful, bashful, beautiful Ludwig.
Feliciano didn't know how he could handle that. Now there's loving Ludwig. Does he love him? What is love supposed to feel like? How
does he know? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door slide open, revealing Francis. He was slightly disappointed, he
thought it was going to be Lovino.
"Oh, hello Francis. You're awake." Feliciano greeted sadly. Francis smiled, walking up to him and sitting beside him.
"Hello, mon ami. I saw your brother walk out of the house, he looked very angry. Did something happen between you two by any
chance?" he asked, his blue eyes showing concern. Feliciano didn't answer, but instead asked a question.
"Francis, what is love?" Feliciano asked innocently. Francis chuckled a bit, and answered.
"Well, it is a very strong feeling you have about a certain person who is very special to you."
"What does it feel like?"
"Hmm...well, when they are with you, you always feel happier than you were before. You are happy when they are happy and sad
when they are sad. You feel as if you want to be with that person forever. You are always yourself around them. You feel as if they're
happiness is your happiness, and that alone is enough to make you satisfied."
Feliciano let that soak in for a second, before asking another question.
"How do you know?"
"You just do. Love isn't an action, it's just something that is natural. If you really do love that person, you just know. Some people love
others and don't even realize it, while some realize the second they meet that person that they love them. But love is love either way."
Feliciano thought hard about it.
When they are with you, you always feel happier than you were before.
It is true, Feliciano is a cheerful person, but for some reason always gets that extra boost of joy from being with Ludwig.
You are happy when they are happy, and sad then they are sad.
Feliciano's mind went back to the time he asked Ludwig about where his mother was, and how Ludwig's face went to sadness. He
remembered immediately felt a pang of sadness shoot through his body, and he remembered feeling how he hated to see Ludwig look
so horribly sad.
You feel as if you want to be with that person forever.
Feliciano actually dreaded the idea of going back to Heaven. Honestly, if Feliciano had the choice he would stay with Ludwig. He couldn't
imagine ever getting tired of seeing the German, and also he was so much fun to be around. He gave Feliciano new feelings that he
couldn't figure out, but yet Feliciano wanted more of those undescribable emotions.
You are always yourself around them.
Feliciano remembered in Heaven, people would often yell or snap at him for being so talkative and cheerful all the time. Ludwig did get
annoyed, but he never told Feliciano once to stop rambling. He always listened to every word, every opinion, even if it wasn't worth
listening to.
You feel as if their happiness if your happiness.
Feliciano absolutely adored Ludwig's smile. It would always be his goal-to make Ludwig smile, for it wasn't all that common. And every
time he did, Feliciano always felt his heart flutter in his body like a bird trapped in a cage. Ludwig's laugh was like music to his ears,
always repeating in his mind.
Finally, something in Feliciano's mind finally opened, as if being revealed to the sun.
He loved Ludwig.
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In the night...
Ludwig sits alone in his garden, playing with the petals of a daisy. It is completely peaceful- the birds twittering and the breeze playing
with his hair, and the faint sound of his mother's laughter. He feels at ease, he feels like he could stay like this forever, in his mother's
beautiful garden.
Suddenly everything is quiet. Ludwig doesn't notice, until the daisy in his hands turn into ash. He looks around, and suddenly,
everything around him is burning in flames. Panicked, he tries to run away, but the exit is blocked by fire. He looks around for a way to
escape, until a piercing scream turns his blood cold. It was his mother's scream.
"Mother? MOTHER!"
He steps through the flames and opens the back door, ignoring the agonizing pain on his hands and legs. He runs through the hall and
into his mother's room, and for a second it felt just like old times. Running into his sickly mother's room after coming home from school.
But those memories are gone when he feels the fire on his heels. He finally reaches his mother's bedroom, opening the door quickly. He
sees his mother on the floor, breathing heavily due to lack of oxygen.
"Mother!"
Ludwig runs to her side, kneeling and trying to help her up. He holds her in his arms, shaking her desperately. He stops when she
opens her eyes, but in her eyes were something he didn't know she possessed: hate.
"How dare you leave me..." her voice shook in wrath.
"I will never forgive you..."
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Feliciano woke up to the sound of an ear-splitting scream. He jumped, sitting abruptly on his bed. Was that Lovino? No, they left
already... He heard the scream again, and he realized who it was.
Ludwig.
Feliciano hopped off his bed and ran quickly to Ludwig's room. When he opened the door, he saw Ludwig thrashing around in his bed,
screaming. He ran to Ludwig's side and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. Ludwig kept moving his head side to side, his face
shining with sweat and his eyes closed shut with his eyebrows furrowed close together.
"Ludwig! LUDWIG!" Feliciano cried, still shaking him.
Suddenly, Ludwig's eyes opened, his eyes darting across the room as if he didn't know where he was. Then he saw Feliciano.
"Feliciano?" Ludwig asked breathlessly. Feliciano nodded, alarmed of what he just saw. Ludwig reached out and touched Feliciano's
face, as if testing if he was really there and not a hallucination.
"Ludwig, it's me, I'm here!" Feliciano cried.
Feliciano saw tears come to Ludwig's blue eyes, and out of the blue, Ludwig pulled Feliciano into a tight embrace. Feliciano froze in his
arms, his mind not comprehending what was happening to him. He felt Ludwig shaking, and immediately wrapped his arms around him.
This was a Ludwig he was not used to. The Ludwig he knew was strong, independent, never let anyone see his weak side. The Ludwig
in front of him was so broken, so scared, so...vulnerable.
"I-I-I had a n-nightmare Feliciano... It was...I-it was..." Ludwig whispered, his voice shaking with fear. Feliciano shushed him, stroking
circles onto Ludwig's back.
"It will be okay. It is okay. Tell me about it."
After a few minutes of embracing each other, Ludwig slowly let his arms slip and he separated from Feliciano. He took a few deep
breaths, then looked away. He gazed at the picture of his mother by his bedside, and began telling his story.
"My mother had always loved gardening. In our old house, she would always tell me how much she would like to have a garden of her
own for a change. The problem was my mother had a weak immune system, so she was always under the weather. But we also had
another problem." He swallowed and his eyes turned cold. "My father. My mother had Gilbert when she was young, she was only 19,
and so was my father. She had me a year later. My father tried his best to support us, he had so many jobs. We were very poor.
Suddenly, the stress became too much for him. He started taking out his stress on drinking and his family. He would drink, then he
would abuse us after. Sometimes he threw things, sometimes he would hit my mother and Gilbert while I watched in horror. Gilbert
always had me hide in my room when my father came home. But sometimes my father would find me and..." he faded out, not wanting
to finish the sentence. Truthfully, Feliciano didn't want to know what his father had done for he did not want to imagine Ludwig getting
beaten up. But he had to stay strong, he wouldn't let Ludwig know he was scared.
"One day, it got really bad. He got fired from one of his jobs and he came home, already drunk, with a bottle in his hand. My mother
tried to take it from him, but he pushed her, hard. He got a knife and threatened to cut us, immediately, my mother grew sick and tired
of all the pain. She grabbed my hand and called for Gilbert and we ran, away from my father, away from the abuse. With the money we
had, we managed to get a train ticket to come all the way here, in this town. I was eight years old and Gilbert was nine. So we started
our new life in this house. She managed to get a job at a flower shop. Her immune system was better, but she was still very weak.
That's why I didn't have many friends, because I, along with Gilbert spent most of our time taking care of her when she was home from
work. But without the stress of our father, she was a lot better than before. She finally managed to achieve her dream- to have her
own garden. Gilbert and I helped her, and it turned out to be beautiful. We were so proud of what we made. We spent eight years in
complete happiness. But then..." Ludwig paused. Feliciano stayed silent. Ludwig took a deep breath and kept going.
"When I was sixteen, we got a letter. It was from our father. All it said was, 'I will get you guys back.' We were terrified. We completely
forgot about him, we were fine without him until that note. We thought he was everywhere. We were cautious at all times, afraid that
he was going to find us again. After a month nothing happened, and we went back to our normal lives. One day my mother was slightly
under the weather, and I was going to take care of her. But she said she would be fine on her own. Francis and Antonio invited Gilbert
and I to hang out with them, and she wanted us to have fun. Hesitantly we left. After hanging out with them, we went back home.
What we saw..." Ludwig's voice wavered in the end. He swallowed thickly, his eyes pained. "Our house was completely on fire. Gilbert
and I ran inside, looking for our mother. We couldn't find her, but I heard her screams. She was calling out to us. The house started to
collapse and Gilbert had to pull me out. Before I could leave, a part of the burning ceiling fell on top of me, which is why there are scars
on my back. But right before I fell unconscious from the pain and before I left the house I saw a figure in the house. It was...my father.
I'm sure of it. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Everything was gone. My house, my mother, my memories...all of it. We stayed at
Francis and Antonio's houses for a while, and when we graduated, Gilbert moved out. I did too, but I had a goal. I cancelled university
and decided on one thing. I was going to remake that house again. I started working. It took me a whole year to finish, but I was
proud of my work. After that I stayed here. But there was one thing I couldn't bring back, and that was the garden. I just couldn't bring
myself to do it. But that was until you came, Feliciano." he looked at Feliciano, his bright beautiful blue eyes burning into Feliciano's in
the moonlight. Feliciano felt his breath get caught in his chest.
"So I had a nightmare..." he stopped. "I'm sorry...I must look so weak to you."
Feliciano shook his head. He put his hand over Ludwig's hand and looked straight into Ludwig's eyes.
"I could never think that about you! Ludwig, you're the strongest person I have known in my life." Ludwig's eyes searched Feliciano's
eyes for any hint of lies, but it was meaningless. He meant every word he said.
"I was in the garden, just relaxing. Everything felt so calm and tranquil. Then...everything started burning in front of me. I heard my
mother's screams, and I searched for her. When I found her, she was almost dead. When she opened her eyes to see me, she looked
at me with eyes full of hatred." Ludwig's hand tightened his grip on Feliciano's. "She told me...she wouldn't forgive me for leaving her..."
Ludwig started shaking, and Feliciano gave his hand a squeeze. "Ludwig...you know that isn't true..."
"You don't know that!" Ludwig snapped, releasing his hand from Feliciano's.
"After all, it makes sense." he gave a bitter laugh. "I left her while she was sick, and even while she was dying I couldn't even save
her." he spat. "I heard her screams...I could have saved her..." his voice shook with regret and sorrow as he looked up at the ceiling.
"I'm so useless..." A single tear rolled down his cheek.
Feliciano leapt up to embrace him again, his arms wrapping around his neck. At this point, Feliciano was crying too.
"Please...don't think that. You w-wouldn't have been able to save her even if you t-tried...and if you had tried...you would have d-died
too. And if you died, that means I wouldn't have met you, which would make me very, very sad." Feliciano said, crying into Ludwig's
shoulder. After hearing that, Ludwig wrapped his arms around Feliciano, pulling him closer.
"Feliciano...if my mother in Heaven? Where you live?" he asked quietly.
"Of course she is, Luddy." Feliciano answered confidently.
"And...is she happy?" asked Ludwig.
"Yes...I'm sure she is." answered Feliciano. He felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and he realized Ludwig fell asleep.
Smiling, he set Ludwig down on the bed gently. He watched as Ludwig breathed slowly, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. It
gave Feliciano such joy to see Ludwig in such a relaxed state. Then the story of Ludwig's life repeated in his mind, and he shuddered to
himself. For Ludwig to go through something so horrible...he didn't deserve it. He also didn't deserve that big weight of regret on his
shoulders. He was sure Gilbert had the same weight too. Feliciano wondered how they could be so strong after going through
something as terrible as that. When Feliciano imagined a young Ludwig getting beaten up he felt tears sting his eyes. He realized how
grateful he was that Ludwig was right in front of him, living and breathing.
His hand caressed Ludwig's cheek, and without thinking, Feliciano stooped down to give Ludwig a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you, Ludwig." whispered Feliciano, as he pulled the blanket over their bodies and cuddled into Ludwig's chest, sleeping a
peaceful sleep.
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My head...
That was the first thing Ludwig thought as he woke up in his bed. That's the last time I'm drinking on a Monday night. He felt something
stir beside him, and Ludwig opened his eyes.
He saw Feliciano, sleeping soundly beside him. Ludwig stared in shock as the events from last night rolled through his head, until he
remembered what happened. Smiling, he watched Feliciano sleep. There was never a time when Feliciano didn't look innocent. But he
seemed even more like an angel when he was asleep. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he thought it was adorable. Ludwig
absentmindedly brushed away a strand of hair from Feliciano's face, before he pulled away quickly, a blush appearing on his cheeks.
It was time I got to work.
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After that incident, the weeks passed by quickly. Ludwig would go to work and Feliciano sometimes would go along with him if he woke
up early enough. If not, he always made sure to pick him up so they could walk home together. Feliciano made sure to visit the children
and Berwald and Tino. In the weekends, Lovino and the trio (Ludwig called them the Bad Touch Trio) would come to visit. Feliciano
enjoyed being with them, they always told such funny and exciting stories. Feliciano took a big liking to Antonio immediately. He was
always cheerful and energetic, and he was the only one who was able to make Lovino so flustered. Everyone thought it was quite
amusing. Feliciano made sure to spend every second of his time with Ludwig. He was actually trying to avoid the fact that at some
point, he was going to have to go back to Heaven. He had a job to do after all.
Feliciano checked the time on the clock in the kitchen. It was almost time for Ludwig to be leaving the daycare. He grabbed his jacket
since it was getting colder outside, and headed out the door.
As he walked the way to the daycare, he saw a young girl chase after a ball on the sidewalk. The wind suddenly picked up, causing the
ball to head towards the street. She started to run towards the slightly busy street.
"Wait!" Feliciano cried. She couldn't hear him. He chased after her, grabbing the ball on the street. She caught up to him, smiling widely
as he handed her the bright red ball.
"Thank you mister!" she said.
"No problem!" Feliciano replied. She's so cute...
HONK!
He heard the sound of a car honking and saw the girl's eyes turn to fear. He immediately pushed her out of the way, and the last thing
he heard were the sound of car tires and a scream.
Then everything went black.
WAS THAT A CLIFFHANGER? Yes, yes it was. Sorry if you hate me right now, this was also really late! I wouldn't expect weekly updates,
but I promise, I will try my best to do so and I won't give up on this story! High school is seriously taking up my life and my sanity.
I'm sorry if the part with the Francis love advice sucked, I'm not an expert on love, heh heh. I kind of just gathered what I've read from
my numerous anime and manga (cough otaku cough). Also I apologize if there is some major OOC in this chapter.
I hate to say it, but I feel as if there won't be much detail on the Bad Touch Trio and Lovino in this story. Which I'm sad about because I
want more scenes with them! I've been thinking about it, how would you like it if I made another story about Lovino and Antonio? That
way we can add more Spamano! If you guys think I should do it, tell me because I really would! I'd love to!
Is the story moving too fast? Are the characters portrayed correctly? Please review or send me a message giving me any corrections,
because I want my writing to be good for you guys! *prepares for flames*