Ciao!

I like this chapter. It's a little short, but it's good. Next one will be longer.

Jeez. I've gotten so far. I love it so much, but I can already tell that it's going to be pretty long. If you don't like long stories, then I'm sorry! I'll try to make it as to the point as I can!

Anyways, I don't have much to say today, so enjoy!

It was nearly midnight when Ludwig finally checked into his motel room. They had spent the whole day doing nothing and everything at the same time. They went everywhere, used every form of transportation they could, and never stopped talking. But they never spent money in any store or restaurant. They just walked around and told stories and talked. At the end of the day (or the beginning, Feliciano couldn't really tell anymore), they went their separate ways. Feliciano still couldn't stop giggling at the story that Ludwig told about the time he was dared to run across the street naked.

Feliciano was in a good mood. He had one hand in his pocket, his other hand holding his bag over his shoulder. He kicked a rock down the street and merrily listened to it roll down the cold concrete. Nothing could ruin this day. Nothing, not even-

*click*

Feliciano sighed and dropped his bag. Not even another gun. Feliciano took out his gun, but didn't hold it up. Instead it hung lazily at his side. His dark eyes scanned the street for the source of the sound, until they fell upon a dark alleyway, where Feliciano could just make out the figure of a man.

"You shouldn't be around these parts, especially this late at night." the voice said. Feliciano knew who it was right away. He smirked.

"Neither should you, isn't that right? This isn't your territory anymore."

The other shrugged. "It's still mine. Just because you got me kicked out of the mafia, doesn't mean I'm out of the game."

"Ve~ I didn't get you kicked out. It was your own stupidity that did it. And what do you mean you're still in the game?"

"I mean," A figure moved out of the alley to reveal a tall, thin man, with white hair and crimson eyes. "I found a new family. Sorry I couldn't make it to the little meeting a few days ago."

Feliciano's eyes widened, then narrowed. "You joined Ivan Braginsky. I thought you hated him."

"I still do." Gilbert smiled. "What can I say? At least his family accepts outcasts."

In the blink of an eye Gilbert drew his gun and fired while Feliciano dodged. Feliciano raised his gun and smirked. In a flash Gilbert shot again and again and Feliciano kept dodging and he didn't fire back. Feliciano's gun fired off.

Gilbert stared at his own hand in awe. "I always did hear of your pinpoint accuracy, but shooting my gun out of my hand in pitch black is insane."

Feliciano smirked. "Ve~ one of the many insane things about me."

"Kesesese! Not for very long, Feliciano!"

Feliciano already knew what was coming and he blocked it easily. He held a short dagger out, blocking the one that Gilbert had intended probably for Feliciano's heart. In the black moonlight, Feliciano could barely see the look of shock on Gilbert's face. Gilbert backed off and attacked again and Feliciano blocked every time blow after blow being exchanged, the two men dancing around in quick rhythm of black as night murder, Gilbert's bright crimson eyes thirsty for blood and Feliciano's eyes wanting nothing more than to walk away reassured that Gilbert was dead and there was no trace left that they had ever fought in this dark alley in the middle of the night. Feliciano knocked the knife out of Gilbert's hand and held his own dagger to the revenge-driven man's throat.

"So" Gilbert shouted. "You have me. Finish me off!"

Feliciano wanted to, but he couldn't help thinking about a comment Ludwig had made earlier. "Yes, many people are killed in my homeland. And my hands aren't exactly clean, but that's why I came here. For a fresh start."* A fresh start... Feliciano wanted nothing more. He sheathed his dagger and took a few steps back, keeping a straight face. "I'll let you off this time, but if you cross my path again, it will be your head." Feliciano turned and picked up his bag and gun. Behind him, Gilbert shrieked with laughter.

"Kesesesese! You are less of a man than I thought, Feli! You don't even have the balls to finish-"

His sentence was cut short by Feliciano wheeling around and hitting Gilbert with the butt of his gun. "Have a shoot off, knife fight, begin to walk away, then turn around and knock him out with a gun." Feliciano thought. "He's not dead. Right? Right. I can still start fresh. At least I didn't kill that dumb bastard." Feliciano gave the scene a final nod, took Gilbert's dagger for good measure, then walked away.

Ludwig usually went to bed early, and woke up early. If he went to bed too late, he always woke up late. Noon late. That's why Ludwig was surprised to find that he woke up at six in the morning, even after getting to bed at exactly 12:43 after a great day with that fun little Italian he ran into. Ludwig showered, ate, even did a few sit-ups and laps around the building. But the whole time he couldn't keep his mind off Feliciano. He finally decided to head out to town to find him again. The Italian couldn't have gotten that far, could he have?

As soon as Ludwig set off, he ran into someone. He was about to start apologizing when he looked up and saw a certain very confused man standing in front of him. Ludwig burst out laughing.

"So, we meet like this again, ja Feliciano?"

Feliciano looked up and smiled. "Ludwig!" he couldn't help it. Whenever he started laughing really hard, his eyes would shut tight and he would double over laughing. Ludwig thought that it was adorable, since most of the time Feliciano was glancing over his shoulder as if someone was following him. Ludwig couldn't help laughing too.

"I actually came here looking for you, Ludwig!" Feliciano exclaimed after calming down a bit.

Ludwig chuckled some more. "I was doing the same thing!" They smiled at each other in silence for a while. "So..." Ludwig began again. "Yesterday was pretty fun."

Feliciano smiled, reminding Ludwig how cute Feliciano was. "Yeah" Feliciano laughed.

"Maybe you would like to do it again?" Ludwig asked sheepishly. "We can even buy stuff and have dinner this time."

Feliciano chuckled a bit. "I know exactly where we can go."

"Then what are we waiting for? Lasst uns gehen!** Let's go!" The two linked arms and headed off, laughing.

*"Yes, many people are killed in my homeland. And my hands aren't exactly clean, but that's why I came here. For a fresh start.": dunno, just felt like explaining this. I have this idea for Ludwig's background, like things got out of hand with his older brother (spoiler), and so he became a soldier. But after a while he couldn't take it anymore, so he moved to Italy because he heard it was a nice place. I think I'll go in more detail later, but I haven't gotten that far yet.

**"Lasst uns gehen!": litterally just, "let's go". Lolz.

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