Saying Feliciano felt bad about what happened was an understatement. He didn't think coming out with Ludwig would be that big of a deal, he was sure they would all accept them. Feliciano didn't think they would be mean about it, and go as far as they did. When he came back from lunch he was in a good mood from being able to eat pasta! He saw the party and decided why not dance? He put on all his glow sticks, or at least they one he could find. At one point in the dance he saw Matthew, who was ending dancing with Gilbert, and went over to them. He tried to tell him about his paste that he made, but Matthew couldn't here him so they went to the corner where it was quieter.
That's when it turned bad. A group of tall guys walked over to them, and one with dread locks started to ask the Italian questions.
"You Feliciano?" he asked first.
"Yes!" for some reason Feli didn't understand, they laughed.
"Who're you dating again?"
"Ludwig of course.
"So you're gay?" he took a step closer to pasta loving boy.
"Yeah." He didn't think much when he answered them.
Then something must have gone wrong, because Matthew stepped out from behind him and told the bunch, "L-leave him alone, w-we're talking." They didn't take his offer to leave. Instead the man who asked them questions stepped forward past the Canadian to push Feli to the floor. Feliciano didn't understand. Why was this guy doing this? Was it because he was gay? Why did it matter to him? He curled up in the corner between a cabinet and the wall. He wanted to make it all go away, why wouldn't he stop yelling? He peaked up for a second to see Matt pinned to a wall and a fist slammed into his chin. The Italian squished his eyes together again. He didn't want Matthew to get hurt! Then he heard another hit, and when he looked up again, expecting to see his lab partner more bloodied than before, he saw the mean guy on the ground and Alfred, Gilbert and Ludwig! Ludwig ran over to him, and Feli never wanted Ludwig to let go of him.
The rest of that class was blurred together, and Feli felt horrible. It was his fault they went to that corner, and his fault Matthew got hurt. Then they had to end the party because Mat was hurt, so he felt that that was his fault too. Through math class Feliciano tried his best to forget what happened. He couldn't. He tried to concentrate on cooking in the Culinary club. He couldn't. Feliciano just felt wretched about the whole ordeal, and he just wanted to go home and sleep, but Ludwig insisted on walking him home because it was snowing hard by that time.
When they arrived at the Vargas house hold, they were both cold and wet, and they house was dark and cold. The first thing the brown hair boy did was turn on all the lights on the first floor. Then he went up to his room to change into warm sleep clothes. He saw Ludwig follow him and when he got to his room so he tried to shut him out, but his boyfriend easily overpowered him and got in the room.
"Feli, what wrong?" Ludwig asked the boy who was changing in the corner.
"Nothing," he sniffled, but scampered over to the blonde and gave him a big hug. The German was still so he was all wet, and snow could still be seen in his hair. The Italian let go so his lover could get out of his wet clothes, and change into clean ones. They both spent so much time at each others house that they had each others clothes in their closets. Feliciano curled up on his bed and watched Ludwig. He was the most beautiful person in Feliciano's eyes an due loved him. And Ludwig loved him back. Why couldn't people get that? Then he felt strong arms around him, and looked up into kind, crystal blue eyes. Ludwig gave him a comforting kiss that made him feel better for only a moment before the guilt was back.
"I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." Ludwig said quietly.
"You can't fix it even if I tell you." Feliciano said while a tear ran down his cheek.
"If you could just tell me, and I can try."
Feliciano sighed, wiped the tears from his eyes an said, "It's my fault that the fight happened. I was the one who dragged Matt over there, and then telling them I was gay…" he didn't feel like saying more after that.
"Feli," Ludwig said, putting his hand on his boyfriends cheek, "It's not your fault, they were the ones who started the fight. Also that guy, the one who punched Matt, was Carlos. He was the one I told you about yesterday. The one who made me think that being gay… was bad." He whispered the last part before continuing, "But I know it's not. He's the only one who thinks so, and we can let him decide what is right for us." Then they were silent for a minute while they thought. Feliciano could see how it would be Carlos's fault, but he thinks he is still partially to blame.
"But still." Feli said because he didn't quite know what else to say.
"But what? It's not your fault, and I'm sure he wasn't hurt to badly anyway. You should be more worried about yourself." Ludwig said, dismissing his boyfriends attempt to say otherwise.
The Italian feels lips against his own, and they bring him out of his thoughts with the fluttering of his heart. Feliciano felt much better about it all and the kiss was helping. He pressed his back an moves them slowly because he was interrupted last time, and the time before that he was drunk and couldn't fully savor the moment like he can now. Feli knew they just got dressed but he was going to fix that.
