A month had passed since he and Alfred had talked to Gilbert's cousin about paying an attorney to represent him. A tremendous weight was lifted off of both of their shoulders when the lawyer helped Alfred submit his appeal before the deadline. Although Alfred's legal headache was far from over. It would take months before the legal process officially starts.

Arthur had barely spoken to Alfred outside of group therapy. Gilbert tried his damndest to see why Arthur was so uptight over the two of them dating. Sure, he could understand that most parents have high hopes of their little precious angels dating a doctor, a lawyer, or an astronaut. No parent wakes up one morning and says that they want their children to date a convicted rapist. However, one would expect Arthur to mellow out over it since he believes that Alfred was rightfully convicted of his brother's rape. Hey, at least Alfred wasn't dating someone like Ivan Braginsky.

Speaking of which, he haven't seen Ivan pull any more stunts since the day he had to pull the bulky Russian off of Alfred. Even though he was relieved that Ivan hasn't pulled any more creepy stunts, he was still irked whenever Ivan socialized with the American. The mere fact that Ivan called Alfred his "sunflower" sent his worries into overdrive. The mental images of Alfred being raped in pool of his own blood by the sadistic man made Gilbert physically ill.

Gilbert still didn't get a chance to consummate his relationship with Alfred yet. Gilbert's own body and treacherous hard-on made him crave the blonde's touch. However, the memories of the looks his brother had given him the night he forced him to have sex and the harsh things his brother said to him as he was getting arrested was not something the Gilbert wished to relive.

Gilbert was quick at work with a new artwork to pass the time. He tried to get Alfred in the art room a few times, but the blond preferred making model planes. So far all Gilbert had completed was the outline of the words "I Want to Believe." He couldn't churn out artwork as fast as the art room coordinator could.

The Italian woman was surprisingly not there to supervise the inmates. In her place was the effeminate Polish guard, Feliks. The Polish guy had the same art skills of the typical high school brat, but Gilbert could tell what the guy was drawing. Barn animals seemed to be the subject of Feliks' art. Goats and sheep were in the background of the Polish man's painting. In front of the goats and sheep was a brown galloping horse.

Gilbert also found it strange that Elizabeta wasn't around either. Feliciana's absence was a bit obvious since she announced that she was pregnant last month. For all he knew, Feliciana was having morning sickness and had to miss work. It was understandable. Some of the inmates around him noticed that Feliciana's breasts were starting to become fuller or as they put it so eloquently: "Feliciana is starting to get nice pair of jugs."

However, Elizabeta's absence was more mysterious. She wasn't pregnant as far as Gilbert had known. So where was the brunette counselor? Gilbert immediately thought of his cousin, Roderich. The Austria-born trust fund adult baby was pretty useless at everything that didn't include music, art, cleaning up after himself, or baking cake. Roderich can barely cook for himself, is a cheapskate even when his own health is concerned, and loses physical fights quite easily. Gilbert figured the high-strung Austrian was what kept Elizabeta from work today

Even though Roderich was a cheapskate, he isn't one when it comes to legal matters. Gilbert was able to plead out on the rape charge due to the lawyer Roderich hired for him. While pleading out on a rape charge isn't a cakewalk, it is compared to what he would have to serve for both rape and incest.

He wondered how differently his life would've been if he didn't spend years obsessing over his own brother, if he didn't get kicked out of his aunt and uncle's house, or if he didn't get ensnared by the opportunistic fuck who pimped him out and used him as a little errand boy. Though, as bad as they were, these events were still the things had led him to knowing Alfred.

Alfred was the glimmer of light within Gilbert's life at the moment. Being around the blond is like a power high from a potent drug. He found himself euphoric whenever he was around Alfred. A feeling he never knew that he could ever feel before. Whenever he was around Alfred, he was laughing heartily at the blonde's jokes, feeling up on him, or prattling away about whatever topic that came to mind. Who knew that one man barely in his twenties could affect him so much within the month that they have met each other?

As he walked out of the art room, he heard a familiar spurting and coughing from the bathroom. Gilbert gently opened the heavy door steel door to find his well-tanned brunette friend hunched over the sink, gargling water and hastily spitting it out. The albino stepped closer and noticed the dark purple swelling around Antonio's left eye.

"Jesus Christus, Antonio! What the fuck happened?" Gilbert quickly turned Antonio around, unknowing squeezing Antonio's arms too tight. His eyes bore into Antonio's. Antonio was trying to avoid his gaze.

"Mind your own business, Gilbert," Antonio spoke barely above a whisper. He struggled against Gilbert's tight hold and sighed, giving in to the albino. "I ran into a couple of red shirt assholes and they did this to me." Antonio points to his black eye.

Gilbert frowned, "who are they? I'll return the favor by punching their smug faces in."

"Drop it, Gilbert!" Antonio snapped, "You'll just make problems worse. Just . . . drop it. Okay? I'll be alright."

Gilbert groaned, irritated by Antonio's stubbornness. "Fine! Did they do anything else to you?"

"No, they didn't," Antonio released himself from his friend's grip. Gilbert didn't believe a word Antonio told him. A shiver ran down Gilbert's spine. There was something his friend was not telling him and he was scared for his friend over whatever Antonio wasn't disclosing to him. While the Kirkland Institute was safer than actual prison, there were still numerous dangers in the concrete building that could happen to an inmate.

The flowers within Feliciana's and Ludwig's yard were full bloom outside after the rain had come and gone throughout the month. Ludwig swore that the rain had come every other day. Feliciana's tomato garden had grown quite beautifully. The pregnant woman swore that they would have enough tomatoes to last them throughout the winter. Right next to Feliciana's tomato garden was Ludwig's potato garden. Like the tomatoes, the potato plants seemed to be growing adequately.

Ludwig was quite apprehensive over the events that would happen later on in the evening. Feliciana and he were planning on revealing her pregnancy to their families. Luckily for them, it would be only a small get-together. The only ones Ludwig expected to show up were Roderich, Elizabeta, Feliciana's grandfather, and her twin brother. Ludwig wondered what Feliciana's grandpa was like. With Feliciana's cluelessness and Romano's aggression, Ludwig was a bit hesitant about meeting the man. However, he did knock up the man's granddaughter and been in a relationship with her for several months, so it was the right thing to do.

All of his concentration was on a romantic novel that he bought from a garage sale within their neighborhood. At the cheap price of 25 cents per novel, Ludwig couldn't help, but to buy a few books from the old lady at the picnic table in the driveway who had a calculator, a notebook, and her purse in front of her to keep track of purchases.

Ludwig suddenly felt a weight on his thighs. He looked up and seen Feliciana in her bright yellow sundress. The Italian woman had her panties wrapped around one of her ankles and was pressing her womanhood into the fabric of his jeans. The German groaned loudly and tried to gently push his lover off of him. "Feliciana! Feliciana! We're outside for God's sake! Someone might see us!"

"But I need you, Ludwig! Please, I need you so bad right now." Feliciana whined as she ground herself against him again.

"Alright fine," Ludwig couldn't help but to find his lover's begging adorable. He set his book down and gave her a peck on the cheek. "You know, I don't mind you begging so sweetly for me." He captured her lips with his own and explored the moist cavern of her mouth with his tongue. She moaned into his mouth when Ludwig reached under her dress to play with the sensitive folds of her pussy.

She gingerly undid his jeans, so she could give Ludwig's throbbing member as much attention as she was receiving. She blushed when Ludwig commented on how wet she was. After a while of stroking him, she moved herself closer to Ludwig to align her vagina against Ludwig's thick, erect member. Ludwig placed a hand on her shoulder, "why don't we go inside, Feliciana? You'll be more comfortable on the couch than out here."

Feliciana only nodded and she led Ludwig to the living room, groping on his engorged manhood as they walked into the house. Feliciana wasted no time flopping down on the couch. She spread her legs out and lifted up her sundress to give her German lover a tantalizing view of her genitalia. Ludwig leaned near the pink flesh between her legs and teased her clitoris. He could smell the sweet smell of the pomegranate lotion that she used on her thighs and legs. She moaned loudly and ran her slender fingers through Ludwig's short blond locks.

Ludwig pulled away when he knew that they were both ready for more. He gave himself a couple of teasing strokes to get himself more erect. He aligned himself against Feliciana's entrance, gently thrusting into her tight heat.

Feliciana let out a small, contented moan to let Ludwig that she loved the feeling of him inside of her. She noticed that whenever they had sex, Ludwig had always acted hesitant when he first thrust inside her like he was scared of hurting her. The only conclusion that Feliciana could come up with is that she was shorter than Ludwig was and he was afraid of breaking her in half. She gently rocked against his body to feel as much of his cock within her as possible. Ludwig met her thrusts with his own, setting the rhythm to their sensual dance.

Ludwig loved making love to her. He loved the feeling of closeness they both had and the mutual pleasure of the act. He adored all of the cute moans she made and the way her face looked as she called his name during her peak. However, he couldn't get the idea out of his head that he could hurt her if he wasn't too careful.

Suddenly a familiar voice interrupted their lovemaking. "What the hell are you doing to my sister, you German bastard! Are you trying to get my idiot sister pregnant with your –your potato inhaling spawn?!"

Ludwig rushed to make them both more decent by pulling himself out of Feliciana, pulling Feliciana's dress down, and zipping himself up. His cheeks were as red as the pizza sauce of Romano's homemade everything pizza that he brought with. Wasn't their family members supposed to drop by later? How the devil did they even get in? Ludwig groaned with annoyance, realizing that Feliciana forgot to lock the door again.

He glanced around nervously to see everyone's expressions. His cousin, Roderich was blushing as much as he was and turned away from the sight. It almost seemed like his cousin was trying to use every single ounce of his subpar acting ability to hide his embarrassment by the scene and set the chocolate cake in the kitchen alongside Elizabeta's goulash and a pan containing nut tart slices that someone else had brought.

Elizabeta grinned at them both, trying to suppress her giggle at witnessing them both having sex on the couch. Ludwig doubted that anyone would want to sit down there after that while they were there, which was fine by him. Elizabeta finally stopped giggling. Her giggles were not out of maliciousness, but out of her own love of the perverse nature of the situation. Ludwig couldn't help but be reminded of a schoolgirl who found her mother's secret stash.

Ludwig then looked towards the person that he guessed to be Feliciana's grandpa. The man gave Ludwig a friendly wave. The man didn't look a day over forty. The man still had a full set of curly brunette hair. His face was clean shaven and his body was built like a Roman gladiator. Ludwig felt a tinge of jealously from the man's perfect physique.

"Don't be silly, Lovino!" Feliciana replied happily as she sat up, seeing her brother set the pizza on the counter in the kitchen "Ludwig wouldn't be able to impregnate me right now."

"Oh good, you finally came to your senses and got on the pill," Romano mumbled and reached into his pocket. He threw the white silky panties from his pocket at his sister. "Put these on, please! I found them out of the deck.

Feliciana quickly slid on her underwear, ignoring the people around her, "Romano, I'm not on the pill. I can't get pregnant, because I'm already pregnant! Isn't it absolutely wonderful, Romano? You're going to be a zio!" When Feliciana made her announcement, the conversations in the room had ceased and everyone was left staring at her and Ludwig.

Zio - Uncle