It's ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEE!

Notes:

Buongiorno: Good Morning

mon chou: my pastry (xD)

Ne me faites pas rire: Don't make me laugh

muy gracioso: very funny

caspita: Wow!

Dio, salvami: God, save me

jawohl: Sort of like hell yeah but really means something like "yes, indeed!"

Sbrigarsi accelerare capretto: Hurry up kid

Greece is sex= Flashback/ Lyrics/ Talking in a different language

"Denmark, have my babies" = Dialogue

'Lithuania...' = Thoughts

Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring…

Francis shifted in the layers of linen in his king-sized bed. He groaned as he slowly reached over to pick up the hotel telephone. "-onjour?"

"Buongiorno Mr. Bonnefoy. This is your wakeup call that you've requested." replied a feminine voice.

Francis sat up and began to blink the sleep out of his eyes. "I must be extremely lucky to have such a lovely voice wake me up today."

Francis was already turning on his infamous charm so early in the day. The woman laughed before saying, "Goodbye Mr. Bonnefoy."

Francis heard the soft 'click' and hung up the phone. He stretched his tired arms and slowly got up from the comfortable bed. He languidly walked toward the window and opened the curtains to reveal a bright, sunny day in Rome. Francis began to yawn until he heard the vibrating of his Blackberry on the bedside table. Francis swiftly walked over to grab the phone and immediately smirked upon seeing who was calling him.

"Ah…and do what do I owe the pleasure of talking to you, mon chou?"

"You bloody bastard…"

"Arthur, I really do enjoy your terms of endearment. But maybe, once in a while, you could use cuter words like sweetheart, darling, or cuddlebear. Oui?"

Francis could practically hear Arthur growling on the other side of the line. Oh how he loved to tease Arthur.

"I'd rather dismember parts of my body than call you one of those embarrassing nicknames."

"Hmmph," Francis pouted. "Anyway, what is it that you need? I'd love to talk with you all day long, but I'm a very busy man with lots of things to do, people to see."

"Right," Arthur snorted. "Besides…you should know what I'm calling for."

Francis laid back down on his bed and sighed. "And you, mon amour, should know that that information I cannot reveal even to you."

"Look, I need this story. If I prove that I'm worthy enough to my editor in chief then I'll finally be able to get out of this horrible tabloid business. Then I'll be able to finally get into investigative journalism, which is what I've been aiming for since I began writing. You of all people should know that...Francis."

Francis felt taken aback by the fact that Arthur had actually called him by his name instead of some type of insult. Francis knew Arthur needed this information but didn't think he'd be this desperate. It made Francis feel a bit guilty for not helping Arthur out in this situation.

"I've told you this many times since I've become a manager. I cannot reveal private information about my clients to you or to anybody."

"I know, I know. I just thought that somehow…you might think of someone besides yourself in this situation."

"Ha! Ne me faites pas rire! The only selfish one in this situation is you! You can't possibly expect me to sabotage two people's, who are very close to me, lives for your own selfish needs!"

"Oh! So I'm the one being selfish? After all these years of knowing you and saving your arse from countless situations you can't even help me out just this once! You're the one being selfish! I mean really, how long have you known me compared to those boys?"

Francis could've laughed at how childish Arthur was acting. "Now that isn't even relevant! It doesn't matter how long I've known either of you. If I told you it would completely sabotage all the work I've put into keeping their ordeals quiet. It would also destroy any type of relationship I have with them."

"There have plenty of people in your situation who've sold out their clients. It happens."

"Oh, like Sadiq? We all know how pleasantly he and Heracles get along now. Hmm? I'd rather that not happen between myself and the Vargas boys."

"Look, just call me when you're ready to tell me any information you can."

"Then I guess you won't be expecting any calls from moi in the near future."

"God, you're so damn stubborn! Really, grow up a little!"

Francis gripped the phone tighter in anger and said, "Ah which reminds me, how's sweet little Alfred doing?"

There was silence on Arthur's end until Francis heard him mumble, "He's doing fine."

"You know if you don't make a move anytime soon I may have to have him for my own."

"Wh-What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's pretty clear Arthur dear. You're just too oblivious to understand. Alfred is still a child and although you haven't made your intentions perfectly clear, how do you know he won't reject you? He might even be completely disturbed that his big brother figure for all these years has loved him indefinitely. You don't even have a sliver of a chance with him so why don't you just give up? I mean really you're just embarrassing yourself."

Francis immediately wished he hadn't said anything after his rant. He listened for any sign of a retort from Arthur but heard none.

"Arthur, I-"

"Who…who do you think you are Francis Bonnefoy? Where do you get the right to say anything about how Alfred feels or how I even feel?"

"I didn't-"

"No, let me finish. It's none of your business whether I confess to Alfred or not. And even if he does reject me I know he won't hate me, because unlike you Alfred can actually be kind, believe it or not. Don't call me anymore unless you actually have something intelligent to say."

Francis began to say something but was stopped by the realization that Arthur had already hung up. Francis laid against the headboard and gripped his head as he felt an oncoming headache. He had no idea what had come over him to say such hurtful things to Arthur. He guessed that it was because Arthur wouldn't stop pestering him about information. But deep down Francis knew that it was something else.

He really wished he could stop the feelings, but you know you can never stop one's love for another.

The first thing Lovino felt when he woke up that morning was anger and also a lot of pain. He was angry because the stupid sun was causing his awful hangover to multiply times a thousand. Lovino slowly opened his eyes only to see that the curtains were somehow open just enough to shine directly toward him. Lovino groaned as he sat up in his bed and began to massage his temples. He couldn't remember the last time he was this hung over and felt this gross. He was about to get up to go use the bathroom when he felt a small nudge against him in the tangle of sheets and comforters.

'Oh god…'

Lovino then noticed that the mass of linen next to him was actually another person. Lovino really, really hoped it was his brother. He pulled up the sheets to see who it was and almost died upon seeing the peaceful sleeping face of one Antonio. Lovino clasped his hands over his mouth and felt like screaming into a pillow. But then suddenly a wave of fear came over Lovino.

'What if last night we…'

Lovino would never admit to it but he'd never had intercourse with another guy before. He had been with girls before but even then it's not like he was just having intercourse with any random person. If he did do that with Antonio then he'd feel like a complete idiot, especially since he could barely remember anything about last night at all.

Lovino was almost terrified to look under the sheets to see if he was actually wearing any clothes. Lovino slowly lifted up the sheets and sighed in relief as he saw he was still wearing his pants. Although he was a bit concerned by the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt. Lovino got out of the bed while trying not to disturb the sleeping Antonio. He walked toward the bathroom and splashed some water on his face to wake up more. He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and his jaw dropped upon what he saw. Right inside the crook of his neck was several big, fat, red hickeys. Lovino was super thankful that he was on vacation right now because there would be no way he could model with these red blotches on his neck. He was busy thinking about how he could cover them up somehow when he then realized how they could've gotten there.

'So we didn't do it…but just made out apparently….ugh…" Lovino thought while exiting the bathroom to grab a random sweatshirt to wear. He couldn't believe he'd acted so…well, easy. Lovino took pride in himself and that he wouldn't just get with anyone or so he thought.

Lovino looked over to the bed where you could now see Antonio sprawled out. His somewhat curly hair was in disarray atop of a pillow. He had moved since Lovino had gotten out of the bed and he could now see Antonio's toned stomach. Lovino felt his face getting hot as he forced himself to look away from Antonio. He wouldn't admit it but he wished he could remember at least a little bit of detail about the previous night.

"Unghh…"

Lovino whipped around to see that Antonio was slowly waking up and also had a huge hangover. Lovino watched as Antonio sat up in the bed and rubbed his head before looking around the room. He stopped when he saw Lovino leaning against the wall staring at him. Antonio laughed sheepishly and ran his fingers through his tangled hair.

"I-" they both began at the same time.

Antonio laughed while flashing Lovino a gorgeous grin. Lovino smiled a bit but then went back to his normal self by saying, "I don't remember anything about last night so you better not have tried anything weird…ya know?"

Lovino folded his arms across his chest and looked away to avoid eye contact with Antonio. He then heard soft snickering and looked over at Antonio who was trying to cover his laughter.

"Wha-What?"

Antonio stopped laughing for a moment and said, "You're just too cute Lovi!"

"What the hell! I'm not cute bastard!" Lovino yelled.

"Oh...but you really are."

Antonio proceeded to get up from the bed and stretch his arms over his head. Little did Antonio know that Lovino was doing all that he could to not stare at how every time Antonio flexed a muscle his tanned skin shone even brighter. Antonio looked over to see Lovino staring at him and smirked.

"Do you see something you like?"

Lovino scoffed. "Yeah, that pillow on the bed which I can use to wipe that stupid smirk off your face."

"Oh…really?" Antonio then reached toward a pillow on the bed and chucked it toward Lovino.

Lovino put up his hands to catch the pillow right in time. He heard Antonio laughing and yelled, "What the hell! I can't believe you just threw a pillow at me!"

"And what are you going to do about…?" Antonio playfully asked.

Before Antonio knew it the same pillow he had thrown at Lovino had been thrown at him and hit him square in the face.

"Ha!" Lovino laughed.

"Oh, you thought that was muy gracioso. Huh?" Antonio smirked while slowly walking toward Lovino. Lovino raised his eyebrows and began to back up until he ran into the wall.

"W-What do you think you're doing?"

Antonio then purposely stalked towards Lovino as slow as he could just to leave him in anticipation. Once Antonio was barely a foot away from Lovino, he stopped and put his hands on his hips. Lovino raised his eyebrows and said, "Wow…scary."

Then all of a sudden Antonio lunged forward and grabbed Lovino by the waist. In a one quick motion he whipped both of them around threw them both on top of the bed. Lovino was about to hurl an indefinite amount of insults and obscenities toward Antonio until he felt an uncontrollable fit of laughter erupting from his mouth instead. He looked down towards his waist where Antonio's skillful fingers were attacking his sides causing.

"Y-you bastard! Let go of me!" Lovino yelled between laughs.

Antonio was clearly enjoying this much to Lovino's dismay. Lovino tried to fight off the impending attack of Antonio by swatting away his hands but unfortunately did not prevail. Antonio eventually did stop tickling Lovino but only after Lovino swore that he'd find where he lived and then strangle him in the night. Antonio couldn't be certain if it was a joke or not and would rather not face the wrath of Lovino.

Antonio, who had been atop Lovino during the tickling incident, rolled over to lie beside Lovino. He knew he should probably be at least fifty feet away from the angry Italian at a time like this but Antonio was really feeling the massive headache he's woken up with. Antonio closed his eyes and massaged his forehead in the random areas where he could feel the most pain.

"We should go get some espressos."

Antonio opened his eyes and looked at Lovino who had not moved at all from his previous position. Lovino rolled over on his side so that he was not facing Antonio and mumbled, " 'Cuz we both feel like shit right now and it'd probably help these damn headaches…"

Antonio chuckled softly and said, "Eh Lovi, are you asking me on a date?"

Lovino could feel his cheeks beginning to get warm at Antonio's blunt question. "How the hell did you get to that conclusion!"

As he waited for an answer he heard Antonio sigh and the bed creak as Antonio lifted himself up off the bed. Lovino turned over so that he was now on his back and looking up at Antonio. Antonio seemed to be staring off into space with what looked like a confused and irritated look on his normally cheerful face.

Lovino slowly lifted himself up on his palms and said, "Hey! Earth to Antonio…"

Antonio blinked slowly and turned to Lovino. "¿Cómo?"

Lovino rolled his eyes and got up off the bed. "I don't speak Spanish, dumbass."

Antonio laughed as he ran his fingers through his somewhat messy bedhead. "Y'know I feel like you've said that to me before."

Lovino scoffed. "Yeah, in your dreams."

"In fact I do dream about you."

Lovino turned to face Antonio, who was currently sporting a sly smirk. "Smooth. If I was a girl I might've fallen for that."

"If you were a girl this would be much easier."

"If I was a girl, knowing you, I'd probably be pregnant by now."

"If you were a girl your name would be Lovina and you'd blush and faint every time you see mi rostro guapo." Antonio put a lot of emphasis on the last three words and attempted to flip his messy hair back in an "attractive" way.

"Ha! There's no way in hell my parents would've been drunk enough to name me 'Lovina' if I was a girl. And if I was a girl I'd date someone much hotter than you. Y'know one that can actually make his team's first string."

Antonio winced a bit at that comment. "Awww that hurt Lovi."

"Good! Now grab your shit unless you'd like to stay here by yourself." Lovino snatched his room key off of the bedside table and his phone. Antonio did the same and followed Lovino out of the hotel room and into the hallway. They walked in a comfortable silence toward the elevator and once they were inside Antonio mindlessly said, "Ya know…if you were a girl you'd actually probably be really hot."

'Dio, salvami…'

Ludwig felt extremely comfortable. It was quite odd since Antonio's couch had not felt this inviting the whole time he's been sleeping on it. He figured it must have been because he was exhausted from the previous day and had literally passed out when he fell asleep. The couch was decent sized and a strange dark purple color. It sunk when you sat on it so Ludwig figured it must be old. But what about this couch was so wonderful right now?

Ludwig slowly opened his eyes to reveal the same scene he'd woken up to every morning of his stay here in Rome. Ludwig yawned and brought his left hand up to brush his scattered blonde hair out of his eyes. Ludwig, who was still no fully awake yet, brought his arm down slowly to his side only to feel something soft and smooth brush against it. This immediately caught Ludwig's attention and he looked down to see what it was or who it was. There in the same small, purple couch lay none other than The Feliciano Vargas. And what was The model extraordinaire doing in the small cramped little couch? Well, he was clinging ever so cutely to Mr. farm boy himself, Ludwig Beilschimdt.

Feliciano had somehow in the night draped his lithe body around Ludwig's muscular frame, and he now was sleeping quite soundly against Ludwig's chest. Feliciano seemed calm and completely comfortable sleeping next to Ludwig. Ludwig, on the other hand, was about to go into epileptic shock.

Ludwig was ultimately confused, if not delighted, that Feliciano had latched himself onto Ludwig in the night. Ludwig had only dreamt about something like this happening and usually those types of dreams resulted in a change of bed sheets.

He looked down towards Feliciano's sleeping face and at how innocently cute it looked. 'How could he ever not be so innocent and sweet? It's like he's meant to be this sweet, angelic-like person.' Ludwig thought.

He looked down at Feliciano's messy locks of reddish brown hair spewed across his chest. Ludwig reached out his hand to run through Feliciano's hair but jerked it back quickly upon realization of how creepy that might make him seem. He decided he'd just try and bask in this once in a lifetime moment he was currently experiencing and relax, for once. That is, until he heard the loud and obnoxious yells of Antonio's upstairs neighbors. Ludwig tried to tune the arguing of the young couple, but then jumped a little when he heard a loud crash and a woman yelling, "Tu barare bastardo!"

Ludwig internally groaned and decided that he'd unfortunately have to get up sooner or later. Ludwig glanced down at Feliciano who was sleeping just as peacefully as he was when Ludwig first woke up. Ludwig slowly unhinged Feliciano's thin arms from his waist and carefully maneuvered himself off the couch. He heard a barely inaudible whine from Feliciano as Feliciano unconsciously tried to get comfortable once again. Ludwig quietly walked over to his suitcase and pulled some decent articles of clothing to wear that day. Once he had his clothes together he walked over to bathroom to take a shower. Little did Ludwig know that in the process of picking out his clothes he'd accidently dropped one of his white button up shirts on the floor.

Feliciano awoke feeling very strange and confused. When he had opened his eyes he had not seen the sleeping face of his big brother like usual. Instead, all he could see was the fuzzy, purple couch cushions he was currently residing on. Feliciano slowly sat up from his horizontal position and carefully rubbed his tired eyes. He looked around the room trying to assess his current situation when he suddenly remembered the day before.

'Oh…I must've fallen asleep here last night.' Feliciano thought while speculating the small apartment. As Feliciano became more awake and alert he began to recall the events of the day before. He remembered his "date" with Ludwig an-

'Oh! Where's Ludwig?' Feliciano quickly bounced up and off the couch and called out, "Ludwiiiiiiiiig?"

He heard no response except for the rushing water reciprocating from the hallway bathroom. Feliciano tiptoed over to the bathroom quietly placed his ear to the door. He could hear someone rustling about and then a few recognizable deep grunts. Feliciano giggled a bit before diverting his attention away from the bathroom and toward a blob of white fabric on the hardwood floor. Feliciano quirked his head to the side and picked up the blob. The "blob" was actually a very large white button up shirt. As Feliciano inspected it more he realized that Ludwig must've dropped it since it looked only big enough to fit him.

Feliciano then proceeded to neatly put Ludwig's shirt on the arm of the couch. He looked over to the kitchen and then back at the bathroom and smiled. He decided to thank Ludwig for his generosity by making him the best breakfast he'd ever taste. Although, he didn't exactly know what Ludwig liked to eat or what was stored in Antonio's kitchen. Feliciano scoured through the cabinets only to become a bit frustrated upon finding the cabinets practically bare! Feliciano had grown hot during his expedition of the kitchen and had begun to fan himself. That's when Feliciano realized that he'd worn his pants and long sleeved shirt to bed. Feliciano obliviously began to undress until he was just in his boxers. He walked back into the living room and placed his clothes atop the couch. Once he went back into the kitchen he felt a cool draft blowing in from the slightly ajar window. Feliciano hastily closed it and then slightly shivered. He felt like today his body was being so bipolar!

Feliciano went back to the couch to grab his clothes, which he had just taken off, when he saw Ludwig's shirt lifelessly sitting on the arm of the couch. Feliciano picked up the shirt and held it against his skinny body. The shirt went down about mid-thigh from just holding it up and the material of the shirt seemed very comfortable. Feliciano thought that by wearing the larger shirt it would solve his body temperature problems since he didn't want to be too hot or cold. He also figured that Ludwig wouldn't really mind if he wore Ludwig's shirt, they were just friends after all…right?

When Feliciano put on the shirt it seemed to go just right where he thought it would which was mid-thigh. The sleeves were longer than he'd anticipated and went up to his fingertips. It was very comfortable though and it smelled crisp and clean. Ludwig's foreign scent lingered over the shirt and it somewhat excited Feliciano and made him feel especially ecstatic.

Since Feliciano was feeling so giddy he decided he'd take one more look through the cabinets to see if could find anything edible. He was about to walk into the kitchen when he heard several loud knocks on the front door. Feliciano stood dumbstruck for a moment and looked down the hall where the bathroom was and saw that it was still occupied by Ludwig.

'Should I answer it..?'

Feliciano's question was answered when he heard the knocks become louder and at a more rapid pace. 'Oh no!' He thought. 'What if it's a rapist or a serial killer? Or worse…my brother.'

Feliciano was about to go tell Ludwig to help him in case it was anything bad when he heard a loud obnoxious voice yell, "Bruder! Open the damn door! This is not cool at all!"

'Bruder?'

"Ah…" Ludwig mumbled as he stepped out of the shower. He felt extremely refreshed after his shower and definitely more alert. With quick precise motions he dried off his body and put on his clothes. He groaned though when he realized he must've forgotten his shirt. He felt mildly uncomfortable wearing just his undershirt but it'd only be for a few minutes while he went to grab another shirt. Ludwig dried off his blonde locks with a towel and then meticulously slicked his hair back as usual. He had begun to think of his master plan of the day when he had suddenly smelled something very delicious. He simultaneously heard some laughter coming from outside the door.

'Feliciano…?'

Ludwig slowly exited the bathroom and went down the hallway only to stop upon hearing a very irritating yet familiar voice.

"-And that's when I said Beer Pong should most definitely become an official sport! I mean, it's good exercise and when you can hold your own you kick total ass at it!"

"Wow…."gasped Feliciano.

"And you know what happened the next day?"

"What?"

"It became an official fuckin' sport."

"Caspita! All because of you?"

"Jawohl! Countries all over the world want me to compete for them. I've represented the freaking Dominican Republic and I don't even know where that is!"

'That's because you failed Geography in high school!' Ludwig thought while still standing unnoticed in the hallway. He was about five seconds away from marching into the kitchen and throwing Gilbert out the window to stop him from corrupting Feliciano with his antics. Ludwig had taken a few more steps toward the kitchen before being bombarded with the same delightfully sweet smell. It was then that he heard a soft voice say, "Um…Feliciano, would you like another pancake?"

"Yes please! Um…um…"

"Matthew?"

"Yeah! Sorry, I'm not very good at remembering names."

"It's ok." Matthew practically whispered.

"Oh! Which reminds me," Gilbert interrupted. "This one time during my senior year in high school, Antonio and I were so wasted that-"

It was at that moment Ludwig decided he'd heard enough of his brother's idiotic prattle and walked into the kitchen. Gilbert and Feliciano were both sitting at the small dining table while Matthew was casually flipping the fluffy pancakes on the stove.

'So that was the smell…'

Ludwig nonchalantly coughed to make his presence known and soon regretted the action when everyone's eyes turned to him. Gilbert had a huge grin on his face and yelled, "Bruder! 'Thought you got lost in the bathroom for a while there."

Before Ludwig could retort he heard Matthew say, "Ah…good morning Ludwig."

Ludwig turned his attention to Matthew who was smiling brightly at him and wearing a plain apron. "Hello Matthew."

"Would you like a pancake?" Matthew asked.

"Ah…sure, thank you." Ludwig said politely.

"He looks pretty hot in that apron, if I may say so myself." Gilbert teasingly said.

Matthew's cheeks turned a slight red after that and so did Ludwig's and Feliciano's. Feliciano giggled and said, "Gilbert, you're really funny!"

Ludwig couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy toward his brother after seeing how amused Feliciano seemed to be. Ludwig sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of coffee into the conveniently placed empty cup in front of him. He listened as Gilbert dove into more stories of his wild and crazy adventures when he was younger. He also couldn't help but glance every now and then at Feliciano who was listening intently and had a beautiful smile on his face. He quietly thanked Matthew as he served him a plate of steaming hot pancakes with imported maple syrup. Once Gilbert had taken a break in his storytelling Feliciano looked over to Ludwig and asked, "Do you think it'd be alright if I used the bathroom?"

"Uh…y-yeah. It's down the hallway and to the right."

Ludwig gulped when in return Feliciano smiled and said, "Grazie,"

Ludwig decided to occupy himself by taking another sip of his coffee but almost spit it all out once he saw Feliciano bounce up from his sitting position. It took him a moment to comprehend that the excessively baggy shirt Feliciano was wearing was, in fact, his. It also took him a while to fully take in how the shirt was much too large for Feliciano's body so the sleeves drooped down to his fingertips. He also felt overwhelmed by the fact that when Feliciano moved or walked the bottom of the shirt seemed to move up slightly and reveal more skin. It also took Ludwig some time to realize that it was slightly turning him on, though he'd never admit to that. He watched silently as Feliciano left the kitchen and grabbed what seemed to be his clothes which were on the couch. He heard the bathroom door close and sighed. He turned to face Gilbert who was smiling knowingly and asked, "What?"

"So let's be straight up right now, 'kay?"

Ludwig furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and said, "Yes…?"

"You tap that last night or what? 'Cuz hot freaking damn!"

Ludwig had begun to sputter and turn red at his brother's insinuation before hearing Matthew say, "Gilbert! It's obviously a sensitive subject. Unlike someone I know, Ludwig probably wouldn't go around sharing his sexual exploits with everyone he meets."

"Yeah, but I'm his brother, that's stuff you tell family! Especially if it's a freaking supermodel, damn…"

"Maybe that's why he didn't tell you! Or maybe it was a just a…you know…"

Gilbert fake gasped and looked to Ludwig, "Bruder, was this just one night stand? 'Cuz as Beyoncé, my idol, would say you got to put a damn ring on it!"

"Quoting Beyoncé now are we?" Matthew asked with an amused smile.

"She's still not as sexy as you. Even though I wouldn't necessarily mind you putting on one of those unitard things."

"Ha! In your dreams." Matthew laughed.

"Um…" Ludwig mumbled awkwardly. He was pretty sure he had turned red enough that morning and was not looking forward to hearing about any of Gilbert's weird fetishes.

Both Gilbert and Matthew looked toward Ludwig and Matthew laughed sheepishly. "Ah… I'm sorry Ludwig."

"I'm not!" Gilbert shouted. "Bruder, as your wise, smart, sexy, and all together awesome older brother, it's my job to guide you through the labyrinth of this new and exciting feeling called 'love'."

Matthew snorted upon hearing that and interrupted Gilbert's 'advice session'. "Ludwig, please don't follow any type of advice your brother gives you. It'll only end up badly, I guarantee that."

"What!" Gilbert objected. "My advice is sound and foolproof. Seriously, feel free to call me the 'Love Doctor'."

"Um…" Ludwig tried once again.

"Hmm?" The couple said simultaneously.

"There's nothing of that sort going on between Feliciano and I. He just needed a place to stay last night and that's that."

Mathew and Gilbert looked at each other disbelievingly and Gilbert shrugged. "Well then why was he wearing your shirt? I mean when he opened the door wearing that I thought that either you or Antonio must've been one lucky son of a gun." Gilbert added.

Ludwig sighed. "Really, nothing happened or…will."

Matthew was the only one who noticed the hint of sadness in Ludwig's voice as he said that.

"Hmm, well I guess that makes sense with you bruder. You've only been attracted to girls so I don't know why I thought you and him might've hooked up."

Matthew was about to say something else when they heard the bathroom door click open. Out walked Feliciano dressed in the clothes he wore the day before and Ludwig's shirt, which was folded, in his hand. He gently laid the shirt upon the couch and entered the kitchen once more.

"Thank you for the food Matthew and the stories from you, Gilbert!" Feliciano said brightly.

"Are you leaving?" Matthew asked.

Feliciano nodded his head. "I have about fifty voicemails from my brother and it's getting kind of late anyway. So yeah…"

Ludwig stood abruptly and said, " Ah...um…I'll walk you out."

Feliciano grinned and waved a parting gesture toward Matthew and Gilbert. They didn't say anything to each other on the way down to the streets and it made Ludwig feel a bit uncomfortable but Feliciano seemed unbothered by anything. Once they were down on the street, where cars were driving hazardously, Feliciano skillfully hailed a taxi cab over. Ludwig felt like he should say something meaningful or courageous right now but no such words came to him. As Feliciano was about to step inside the taxi he stopped and glanced over at Ludwig.

"Um…there's a fundraising gala event in a few days here in Rome. And maybe if you aren't busy you'd like to come with me…?"

Upon noticing the shocked look on Ludwig's face Feliciano quickly laughed and said, "I mean, you probably aren't into fashion or any of that type of scene but I just thought that since you've been so kind to me I might repay you back somehow. But it's okay if you don't want to go-"

"I-I'd like that." Ludwig simply stated.

Feliciano blinked a few times and then giggled. "Ah…okay then! I'll text or call you with the information soon."

"Sbrigarsi accelerare capretto!" The taxi driver yelled.

Feliciano jumped at the taxi driver's loud voice and proceeded to get into the cab once again. He ducked his head out, which cause the taxi driver to groan, and softly said, "Thank you Ludwig. I…I really needed something like this."

Feliciano swiftly got back in the cab and waved to Ludwig and the driver took off at a most definitely illegal speed down the road. Ludwig was confused by what Feliciano had meant and wished he hadn't been so strangely vague. He knew he should probably try and comprehend what he meant but that was the least of his worries at that moment.

He was just hoping that Feliciano hadn't heard the way his heart seemed to be pounding through his chest at that very moment. Something had changed in him since he came to Rome and he wasn't sure if he was satisfied with it yet. All he knew was that someone had broken through his impenetrable walls and that person was Feliciano.

Now if only Ludwig could somehow break down Feliciano's.

First I would like to apologize to each and everyone of my readers. I am a total asshole and you should want to throw unpleasant things at me. I'm not going to say that I had a specific reason for not updating but I will let you guys know a few. I unfortunately am a super sickly person. I get sick very easily and often and it's not fun whatsoever. I'm actually sick as I write this so... whoop de doo...

But i realize that i should've updated earlier and I am truly sorry for that. I've also been super busy lately with various things in my life but I promise to make time for writing! So sorry again and I would especially like to apologize to The. Babble. Fish. because I told you, like, three weeks ago I would update soon but I didn't. :(

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