"They're gone," Feliciano said as he looked out the window and saw no cars in the driveway. He walked over to his closet and reached back on the self where his sweatshirts were. Lifting one in the way back, he revealed a box. Quickly he pulled it out. He ran to his bed. Quietly doing to a double-check, making sure he was alone before opening it. Slowly he opened it to reveal a journal.

Carefully Feliciano lifted it out of the box. Reading through he looked at the codes he had written in. Just in case. Then he got to the page which listed a bunch of times and events. there were many smudge marks of the pages from countless times erasing and rewriting. He ran his fingers down the list before finding the one he was looking for.

"Short day today," he sighed looking at the paper. He leaned back in his spot. "But I still have enough time."

He walked over to his drawer and pulled out his binder. He could see some sweat stains on it from the past day's wear. He kept it in one hand and walked to the bathroom. Gently he placed his binder by the sink. Next, we walked to the downstairs, and over to the washer and dryer. As he excepted the washer and dryer were empty. Carefully he unloaded the dryer and folded all the clothes. Separating them into piles as he did. Next, he loaded the dryer with the currently wet clothes from the washer. He grabbed one of the piles of dirty clothes and threw in it. Before heading back upstairs he grabbed the laundry detergent and walked back upstairs.

He walked up to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Just to be safe. He filled the sink up with warm water. He then poured the laundry detergent into the cap. Roughly half as he normally did. Before pouring that into the sink. Slowly he placed the binder in the water and let lather up. When he thought it was good, he drained the water out. Letting the faucet run, he placed he binder under it. Making sure all the soap got out. When it was done he squeezed all the water out.

"Now this just has to dry," Feliciano said after hanging the binder behind his opened closest door. He looked at himself for a minute. Standing there awkwardly. He sighed and grabbed a sweatshirt. Making sure not to look down as he did. After putting it on he felt a little better.

He walked over to his stuff. Not really organized. Just laid out similarly where it was when he came back. He didn't see the point of putting everything away if he was just going back to college in a little over a week. He opened his backpack and pulled out his drawing tablet. Holding it gently he walked downstairs. He placed it gently on the living room table. Proceeding to walk into the kitchen he made himself a bowl of cereal. With a sly smile, he sat on the couch.

After breakfast, Feliciano turned on his tablet. He looked over his current artworks. Many of them near finishing while some were just sketches. They were all commissions he was working on. He smiled and started getting back to work. He looked at his phone and smiled at the date.

"Only three more days then I can go home."

"Gilbert should be here any minute," Karla said looking at the clock after putting some food in the oven. "Hopefully this doesn't burn."

"Karla darling everything will be delicious as always," Wolfgang said wrapping an arm around her.

"But tonight is very important," Karla said lifting her husband's arm off her.

The two started to jokingly argue with each other. Ludwig rolled his eyes but smiled. He looked back at his phone. Seeing the little bubble appear in his messages with Feliciano. He patiently watched it before Feliciano sent, Yeah so that was basically my day. Anything going on with you?

My parents are currently arguing in the kitchen because my mom's worried about dinner

Wow wish my parents' arguments were like that. Anything special about this dinner?

My brother is bringing his girlfriend over. My mom's been anxious about it all week.

When my ex-boyfriend came over to my house for the first time my mom ordered take out because my mom was in one of her moods.

Your mom has moods?

Yeah I think she's bipolar. Feliciano soon responded with a second message. Yeah there no big deal.

Ludwig stared at the messages. There was something off about them. Like Feliciano was trying to save face. He wanted to say something. Just to tell Feliciano everything was alright. That he could tell him everything. He wouldn't judge. Not even care. But something was stopping him.

So have you met your brother's gf before? Feliciano asked. Ludwig smiled again.

"Well, that's a new face." Ludwig looked up and saw his mom smiling at him.

"Mom!" Ludwig jumped a little and quickly hid his phone.

"What is there something you don't want me to know?" She asked with a sly smile.

"I'm just texting a friend," Ludwig said hoping not to sound nervous.

"If you say so sweetie," Karla said with a little laugh. "Well, I just wanted to tell you that your brother will be here soon."

"Okay," Ludwig said quietly. His mom with the room laughing a little as she did. Ludwig heard her whispering something to his dad. But Ludwig couldn't tell what. He went back to texting with Feliciano. This time being more cautious of his facial expressions.

"Gilbert's here!" Karla yelped after a few minutes. Ludwig quickly texted Feliciano. Telling him that he'll text him later. Standing. up, he dusted himself off and adjusted his shirt a little. As he walked into the kitchen, Gilbert in. Next to him was a young woman around his age.

"Mom, Dad this is Elizabeta," Gilbert said with a smile. Using his free arm to gesture to her.

"Nice to meet you," Elizabeta said with a small curtsey.

"It's nice to meet you too, dear," Karla said walking up to her and shaking her hand. "Don't stand in the doorway. Come on in. I hope you don't mind I'm making Rouladen for dinner."

"Never had it before but I'm sure it's delicious," Elizabeta said as she took off her jacket. Gilbert took it in his hands.

"You must be Gilbert's little brother Ludwig." Elizabeta extended her hand and Ludwig accepted it. "I'm glad to finally meet you."

"Glad to meet you too," Ludwig said.

"Dinner will be ready in a little bit. You guys can sit in the living room while you wait." Karla turned to face Ludwig. "Ludwig sweetie could you set the table please."

Ludwig nodded and walked over to the cabinet. He grabbed the plates and silverware. Slowly he walked into the dining room. He could hear his father, Gilbert, and Elizabeta in the other room. It appeared that they were having a good time. He kept setting the table. When he was done, he remained in the room. His mind went to Feliciano. What would happen if they started dating? Would his parents be happy to meet him? He was sure they would. His family were very welcoming people. Would Feliciano even be comfortable meeting them? Would he be awkward around them instead of his normal cheerful self? There were too many variables he needed to consider.

"Ludwig sweetheart is something wrong?" Karla asked walking up to him. She gently held his hands.

"It's nothing Mom," Ludwig said quickly and quietly. She looked at him softly. Sighing she turned around. "Well, dinner is ready."

Ludwig nodded and stayed by the wall. He watched as everyone else entered the room. He took a seat next to Gilbert and Karla sat at the free seat next to him. She placed the dinner in the middle. Serving some to Elizabeta first. Everyone sat in quiet for a few minutes.

"So Elizabeta how did you and Gilbert meet?" Karla asked after a little bit.

"Oh we met at the bank I'm working at," Elizabeta said with a little laugh. "I was walking out and he was walking in. We literally walked into each other."

"Aww that's so adorable," Karla said sweetly.

"And from that moment I knew there was something special about her," Gilbert said smoothly. Ludwig rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"Ludwig Gilbert said you're in law school? What's that like?" Elizabeta said looking at Ludwig, intently.

"I'm currently I Pre-Law major. I won't be in law school for another two years."

"Oh, interesting. Is it hard?"

"It has it's up and downs," Ludwig said taking a bite of his dinner.

"That's good," Elizabeta said with a smile. "Glad it isn't giving you too much stress."

"Yeah," he said a little quieter than normal. "Hardly stressful at all."