It's a Dirty Job
Chapter 7
Ludwig's POV
The meeting took longer than expected, but apparently I fitted in so perfectly, that I start my classes next week. When I got out, I noticed Gilbert was snoring while Francis was making some weird expression at his phones…why I thought this was a good idea?
I coughed into my hand, bringing their attention towards me. "Its 1:30pm, so now what?" I asked.
"Shopping of course." Said Francis as he flipped his long hair back and put away his phone.
"Look, I'm really…"
"Don't give me that 'I'm tired' bullshit!" started Gilbert. "We need to get you some clothes, porn and shit that you probably don't need." He concluded with his signature laugh, attracting the attention of some students.
"Alright, just lower your voice!" I hissed as I tried to hide my embarrassment.
"Good, then let me call Antonio then."
"Probably he's sleeping his ass in." Commented my bruder as he stretched.
"He usually spends his mornings supervising." The French responded as he was exiting.
"Wait, our Antonio?" Gilbert said as he ran after his friend. "Since when?" Their voices faded after a while…why I thought this was a good idea again?
It didn't took us long to reach the place and find the Spaniard, but our stops in each and every store (including the one that I actually wanted to avoid), lasted a bit more than expected. We started trying to find a phone which my dumm bruder suggested going in each and every possible store just to find the phone he thought it was 'awesome'. After 6 stores, we had to return to the first one. The other thing that was a pain was shopping for clothes. I knew what I wanted to wear during my times here, but Francis insisted to have variété, whatever that means. He was in charge of my style during my nights working on the club and also when I go to my classes, and I was in charge of my training attire, a miracle if I could say so. The last few things that I needed to take care off was my materials for this semester, and I was thankful towards Antonio who told me about a place that had absolutely everything. At the end, we got out of the place at 5:50pm.
On our way home, Gilbert realized something. "I don't remember what I ate this morning."
"It's because we didn't have breakfast." I said feeling faint. When we started to walk towards the elevator while bruder kept talking about how many pancakes he could probably eat at this moment adding a simple wish at the end of it: 'I hope he's dressed and ready to go.'
After the tenth time he said that, Francis bashed his forehead in his hand, bringing our attention towards him. "I forgot to lay some clothes for him."
"Francis!" We all lashed at the French who simply ran when the elevator doors slide opened and instantly pushed the buttons, leaving us stranded in the first floor, so I gripped the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath.
"Let's go." I said heading towards the staircase.
"We live on the tenth floor!" shouted bruder, bashing on the elevator.
"Stop whining, there's a reason Vati made us run every morning." And with that, more threats came from both Antonio and bruder. After ascending the long set of stairs, we found Francis sitting in front of the apartment. Gilbert and Antonio were going to attack on sight, but I stopped them. "Why are you still here?" I decided to ask.
"I forgot my keys and I couldn't possibly knock. What if our Italian friend is taking a sieste?" said the blond who was using me of a shield. Before we opened the door, the smell of pasta hit us. We were desperate trying to open the damn thing, and when we did, our mouths watered. "Oh mon Dieu!" he reacted as he noticed a table filled with food.
"Ve~" said a voice, hidden in the kitchen. "Sorry for being so bold, but I thought that you guys would probably be hungry."
"More like starving!" responded Gilbert with teary eyes. He was the first to grab a plate and filled it with the Italian deliquesces. When he took his first bite, his eyes widened with a bit of surprise. "Is this…wurst?"
"Si." Responded Feliciano as he brought a basket filled with freshly made breads.
"Bruder" he started and after long pause, he continued. "Heirate ihn (Marry him.)"
My eyes widened when I heard those words. That dummkof! Thank Gott Feliciano couldn't understand German, if he did, I would've killed my own bruder. I took a deep breath; murder isn't an option, yet. The room was filled with a 'kesesese', 'fusososo' and an 'ohonhonhon', leaving Feliciano and I a bit confused. After all was settled, I took my first bite at the pasta and I found myself in shock. "Mein Gott, its delicious." I said as I kept eating.
"Grazie."
"No, we grazie you!" said Gilbirt with a mouthful of bread and pasta. Feliciano tilted his head as he was confused, and I was sort of confused aswel.
"S-so, what's this?" I decided to ask.
"It's Penne Pasta with sausage and cheese." He explained with a dazzling smile. "Nonno used to make it for his friend."
"Oh, so you're an Italian." Pointed Antonio…really?
"Dude, wasn't that obvious?" wondered Gilbert as he kept eating.
"Lo siento amigo, but the music was incredibly loud last night." With a 'kesesese', my bruder kept eating.
After a while of chatting, Antonio, out of nowhere, snapped his fingers and smiled. "Tienes un hermano." He said in Spanish. I tilted my head, but apparently, Gilbert, Francis and even Feliciano understood.
"Yes, I do have a fratello." Responded the Italian a bit tensed.
"Whoa, how did you know?" asked Gilbert, a bit interested.
"When I was on my lunch break, I noticed Romano sitting on the sidewalk, so I asked him if he wanted to join me." Antonio looked at Feliciano and tilted his head. "That's tu hermano name?"
"Well…"
"Look at the time, we need to get you change Feliciano." Francis pointed out.
"That's right. I've been told that the fair gets packed at this time at night." Gilbert said as he ate his last bite.
After arguing who was the one in charge of the dishes, Francis had disappeared with Feliciano into his room, so I decided to do the chore. Somehow, something didn't seem right when Antonio asked about Feliciano's brother, like if the subject made him a bit uncomfortable. But who am I to care? I don't even know the kid, yet…why do I want to?
Feliciano's POV
"What's fratello doing?" I asked as was pacing back and forth on Francis' room. It was something instant really. I decided to call, but he didn't I finally stopped, I took a deep breath and look at my surroundings. Francis' bedroom had different colors in each wall; one was blue, then white and later on red. What caught my attention was the quote written in French that surrounded the room. "Francis, what does that mean?"
"You mean this?" he pointed at it, and when I confirmed, he read it out loud." Une vie est tout ce que nous avons et nous vivons comme nous croyons en la vivant. Mais à sacrifier ce que vous êtes et de vivre sans croyance, c'est un sort plus terrible que la mort." At the end of it, he smile.
I tilted my head as I waited for him to translate, but it was hopeless.
"Désolé my friend, did he answer?"
"No." I said throwing myself to the bed.
"Did you wanted to?" he asked sitting on the corner of the bed, but I didn't respond. "Feliciano, he's your brother."
"I know." I said as I was burying myself in the first thing I found; a pillow. Soon, I felt a hand caressing my hair, soothing the headache I was suffering at the moment.
"How I wish you weren't involve." Francis said, leaving an outfit out for me, and later on, leaving.
I took a deep breath. Did I really want my brother to find me? While Ludwig and the rest were out, I've been thinking (and yes, fratello would've laughed at this remark) that I should probably stay away from my brother. I care for fratello, but…no. If you really cared, you wouldn't want to leave his side.
I studied the outfit that Francis and Gilbert let out for me. It was a pair of white jeans with a pyramid belt, and a black t-shirt that read 'The one who wears this is awesome.' As I got ready, I put on my leather jacket and exited the room, apparently, I was the last one.
"Damn, getting ready just to get messed up?" joked Gilbert as he elbowed his brother. I smirked at his remark and put my hands on my hips.
"What? It's in the family."
"Well, thanks to my awesomeness, you look like this." he said, then focused at his younger fratello. "Don't you think he looks awesome?" Ludwig nods his answer, and tried to hide what I think is a blush.
I grabbed his hand pulling him away from his brother and giggled. "You look so pretty!" I said with a winning smile, and when I opened my eyes, Ludwig had the same shade of red of a tomato.
"Stop the nonsense." He said heading to the door, was it something I said?
Gilbert put his arm around me and led me with Antonio outside as the 'kesesese' and the 'fuososos' echoed the hallways, yet another sound got mixed within the laughter…a ringtone.
Francis had catch up with us while we were getting on the car. "May I sit upfront…I need some air." He said with his usual smile, but a bit paler than usually.
"Is something wrong amigo?" wondered the Spaniard but Francis waved it off as he took his sit.
"Well then, get in or have a nice walk." Gilbert shouted as he turned the car on, so I followed Antonio in and then heard Ludwig closing the door.
When we arrived to the fair, we noticed that it was nearly abandoned; only a small amount of people were around the area. "Ve~ what now?" I asked while my eyes studied the place, somehow, it felt so familiar.
"Let's split." Gilbert suggested. "Our trio will go check out the rides at the east side while you guys take the west."
"But then, what's the point of…" Before Ludwig could even finish the thought, the trio left running. The German cursed in his native language and looked at me, so I smiled nervously.
"I'm still full."
"Well…we can go to the Ferris wheel." He suggested with a hint of pink in his cheek.
Before I could answer, I pulled his arm and ran towards the large structure. Behind Ludwig there stood my fratello, and even if I love my dearest brother, I didn't want to leave. The only way to go is up, so I smiled. "Hurry, there's nobody there."
A.N
I should apologize for this being so late, but its better late than never.
