Italy was just as beautiful as Feliciano had described it. Ludwig was crying once they got there, since the country reminded him so much of his dear Feliciano Vargas...they got to the hotel and sorted everything out.
(Matthew and Alfred's room)
"Ok, so from how the others put this, looks like we're the ringmasters in this situation. Now what?" Alfred asked, not sure what to do next. Matthew, on the other hand, just couldn't stop pacing. If he stopped, he'd overthink. "I'm not sure what to say...guess we have to hope we're right, Al." They unpacked the rest of their bags and set up. Just as they were finishing, Francis knocked on the door. "Come in." Matthew said, not bothering to look up from what he was doing. The Frenchman stepped in, beaming. "I spoke with Arthur, and we've decided to throw a party. We've rented a place for the night, and everything's under control." The twins looked up, uneasy. "That's the perfect place for Romano or his mafia to strike!" Alfred replied. Matthew sighed, taken over by a wave of stress. "Someone could be kidnapped or killed or worse...we shou-" Francis stopped him, and smiled. "That's exactly why we're doing this." He mused. "Like a trap?" Alfred asked, cocking his head to the side. "Sort of." Francis said. "When is it?" Matthew questioned. "Tonight." Francis answered. "TONIGHT?" "Go on and get ready~" Francis chirped, leaving.
30 minutes later...
"This is rediculous." Matthew complained, helping Alfred with his tie. "Francis has gone absolutely mad! He's going to get someone hurt!" Alfred sighed, not choosing sides. He understood both point of views, which made living with several people could be difficult at times. Matthew put on his blazer and sighed. "I guess he knows what he's doing...he's very intelligent, but what if something goes wrong?" Matthew asked, overthinking. Alfred put an arm around his brother's shoulder. "Mattie, you think too much. Learn how to just stop worrying and take a deep breath. That anxiety's gonna catch up to you sooner or later, and it isn't pretty when that happens." He said, trying to get the other to chill out. "You're right. But no getting drunk this time. Last time you put on an improv tap dance to April Showers and then you only made things worse for yourself by staying up all night and binge watching Shirley Temple movies." The Canadian replied. "Same goes for you. You tried to go on a massacre with that precious hockey stick of yours. And that bear that comes to visit sometimes tried to hump my leg!" Alfred smirked.
At the party...
No matter how hard he tried, Ludwig couldn't be happy. Feliciano, his friends, his family...they were out there and anything could have been happening to them. All he could do was pace around. Not only that, but Francis and his love of history...the place he rented was creepy! He set his beer down and sighed. Maybe a walk would help clear his mind.