Ludwig tapped his knees as he waited sitting in front of the student council president's desk. He hadn't even been in the country for a full day, and he was already in huge trouble. It seemed like a curse to him. Things went wrong when he didn't act, and also when he did. Though he decided quickly that all this drama was much better than…

The door to the office opened, and a blonde boy with bushy eyebrows walked in, followed by Gilbert's French friend from the other day.

"Ludwig Beilschmidt," he said, leaving a bunch of papers on his desk and sitting down. "it seems I was warned about the wrong brother," he said, and Ludwig clenched his fists. He was about to growl back that he'd better not drag Gilbert into this, when he felt warm hands embracing him from behind.

"He'll be fine, right Arthur?" asked Feliciano, and Ludwig felt his face heating. "I told you, it was an accident! I didn't mean to get naked, I just had to take off my pants!"

Ludwig looked down and covered his blushing face. This was too humiliating.

"Yes, yes, Feliciano. I told you to wait outside," said Arthur. Next to him, Francis tried to hide a knowing smirk.

"I'm really sorry for all this, Lud," said Feliciano, rubbing his face against Ludwig's hair and hugging him harder. It all made his heart beat faster. "I'm sorry you lost your mouse because of me."

Arthur leaned back on his chair, looking down at them. The way he condescendingly lifted an ugly eyebrow at them, along with the way Francis seemed to coo over them made Ludwig beg the earth to just swallow him right there.

"Just get out of here already you both. And I don't want any more issues about getting naked in the hallways. Mice or no mice, alright?"

Ludwig nodded, got up, and left with the little Italian still clinging to his arm.

"I'll cook you something nice to make up for this! The gourmet club sometimes lets me use their kitchen!"

"You don't have to do that," said Ludwig tiredly. He tried to shake his arm lightly, but the boy didn't seem to catch on and kept holding on to him.

"It's nothing, and I'm really really sorry. You helped me with Lovino, and I just got you sent to Arthur's office."

Footsteps sounded as if someone was running down the stairs from the higher floors, and Ludwig stopped to the side. Down came running his brother and Antonio, with little Gilbird flying close behind.

"Bro! Where were you? I've been looking everywhere for you. What's this about you assaulting someone?" asked Gilbert, and Ludwig knew he must be worried out of his mind.

"It was a misunderstanding brother, really," he said.

"Oy, Feli! What are you doing here?" asked Antonio suddenly, petting the Italian with a look of adoration.

"Hi Antonio. I got Ludwig in trouble because I took off my pants and threw them at him, but I was so scared I wasn't thinking clearly."

Gilbert and Antonio gaped at him, and Ludwig covered Feliciano's mouth. "You're making it worse," he said, then turned to his brother. "The mouse you gave me escaped, and I was trying to catch it when I ran into Feliciano and his brother, and the mouse ran up his leg, so he took off his pants. It's… I know how ridiculous it sounds, but it's true."

Feliciano nodded in agreement. Gilbert let out a breath, and Gilbird chirped, flying in circles over his head. "Really? The mouse ran up his leg and he took of his clothes?" he laughed.

"I was scared! Don't laugh!" whined Feliciano, and buried his face against Ludwig's jacket.

"Oh, I want Feli to hug me too!" complained Antonio. Gilbert took a good look at Feliciano for the first time, and smiled.

"He is really cute. I want a hug too!"

"No, me first!"

A book came out of nowhere and hit Antonio in the head, making him fall down on the stair steps.

"Bastard!" yelled Lovino. Feliciano stiffened, and hid behind Ludwig. "I was worried about you getting molested and here you are clinging to your attacker! All after making me look like the bad brother!"

"He didn't attack him!" said Gilbert.

"And who the hell are you? Another German bastard?"

Gilbert laughed. "Well, aren't you cute? Do you always go around throwing things and swearing at people?" he said, petting him like Antonio had done to Feliciano. "Even this angry you're really hot, it must be an Italian thing."

Antonio grasped his wrist in an iron grip, and Gilbert's face contorted in pain mixed with worry. "Ah Gil, I've been meaning to introduce you to Lovino for a while," said Antonio with a sharp smile, pulling Gilbert's hand away from Lovino. He was bleeding from where the book had hit him, but seemed to pay it no mind.

"W-wha-"

"I think," said Ludwig, very loud, and staring pointedly at the way Antonio was grabbing his brother's wrist. "We should all get going. Especially you Antonio, that bleeding looks bad. Brother, would you come with me for a moment?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for a negative, then pushed away Feliciano. His patience had reached it's end after everything that had happened.

Antonio let go of his brother. "Si, I believe I'm not thinking clearly. I'll go to the nurse," he said with a far more relaxed smile. Gilbert pulled his hand up against his chest, laughing nervously.
"S-sure, let's go," he said and followed his brother.
"Seriously? That hurt you so bad?" Asked Lovino, looking worriedly at the thing trail of blood on Antonio's forehead. "I've- i've done worse and you don't even... Seem to notice..." He said, looking down. Coming from him, that was as close to an apology as he could give, so Antonio ruffled his hair.
"I'm just a little dizzy corazón (my heart)"
"D-don't call me that, you idiot! It's embarrassing!" said Lovino, and they both headed towards the nurse's office.
At the middle of the hallway remained Feliciano.
Alone.