author's note: sei bellissimo! - you are beautiful!

A warm ray of faint light settled on Gilbert's face, and soon he slowly opened his eyes. He felt tired and still sleepy, but decided to keep an eye at the alarm clock on the bedside table on his right; the red light of the rectangular numbers marked a precise time, 5:50 a.m.

Shit, it was early in the morning and he had woken up so soon just because Ludwig had forgotten as usual, to close the curtains of the huge window the albino had in his room.

Well, let's say his brother had forgotten to lock them only in his case, because as far as he was concerned, he used to use sunlight as a natural alarm clock, so he jumped out of bed at first light.

Gilbert was still wrapped in his warm woollen blanket as he held his arms folded under his head as if he were lying on the beach on a beach towel.

The birds were chirping and he thought that Gilbird could make some great friends (though not as great as he did), but his thoughts were chased away like a cloud of smoke by a gust of fresh wind that moved the curtains and leaves of the plants that were near the window.

He remembered little or nothing about the night before, but he was pretty sure he was drunk again, as he didn't remember coming home at all, but he did when he realized he was wearing horrible checkered pajama bottoms while he usually slept in classic boxer shorts.

Shit, Ludwig changed him again. Seriously, that shit really sucked, he felt like a baby still sucking milk out of his mother's tit, but at the same time he was pretty convinced that all the drunks were a little bit like infants.

He got up from the bed as the room was gradually illuminated by the sun, and laid his white feet on the icy marble floor and then grabbed a pair of white cotton socks and put them on quickly, still with a sense of exhaustion.

Staggering slightly, despite not as much as the night before, he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, curling his nose and narrowing his brows, causing small expression lines to appear on his forehead.

"Ouch, that's really un-awesome" he spat almost disgusted, reluctantly realizing that his voice was gone just like his awesomeness: Hair disheveled and knotted, face paler than usual and rendered with some form of depth thanks to the terrible dark circles around his eyes, upper lip with lumpy blood at the left corner and to round off, he noticed a beautiful bruise of a thousand shades located right in the middle of his jaw.

"My jaw! Come on, it was my favorite part of my body and now it's ruined!" He whimpered, touching his bruise, incredulous. "well, it's not my only favorite part, I also like my hair, my eyes, my face in general, my body, my di- well, nevermind" he shook his face again, closing his eyes and moving away from the mirror.

Man, he drank a lot of beer last night. He probably got into a fight with somebody and not remembering who it was, maybe he'd meet him again and say hello, the man would have recognized him and he would definitely remember the fight and punch him somewhere else.

He rinsed his face, focusing on the sound of cold water flowing from the tap, and then felt a feeling of freshness once the water came into contact with his face, and then wetted the ends of his hair as well.

"I'll have a shower later, I don't feel like it now" lazily, he went back to his room and sat on the bed. With his head looking up at an unidentified point, he tried to squeeze his mind and try to remember something.

All he could remember, however, was not certain it had happened. It could simply have been a dream or some bizarre thought running up and down his head.

"Well, let's see," he whispered in a low voice, with his mouth half-open as the cause of a known level of concentration that in him was limited only to cases like this, "I remember going to the bar, then I obviously drank..."

"Oh! Lovino? Why do I remember Lovino? Wait, how do I know his name?" A perplexed expression rose on Gilbert's face, making him realize that something had indeed happened between the two of them.

"Shit! What if I molested him again? He's gonna hold it against me for the rest of his life!" He punched the air, and his gaze was caught by his diary lying gloriously on the desk.

"Is that thing still there? I thought I put it away," he got up, took the diary and grabbed a pencil and then wrote some sentences with his messed-up handwriting on the new milk-white page.

"Dear awesome diary, I know his name is Lovino! Isn't that an awesome name? Obviously not up to mine, but it is pretty awesome. I was definitely with him last night drunk to find out his name, I hope I didn't molest him. Oh! What if this bruise I get is nothing more than a sign inflicted on me by the enemy while I was saving the Italian princess? Well, surely far more noble and awesome than fighting in a filthy, penniless local!"

He quickly put the diary and pencil away, throwing them into the small wooden drawer which he closed with a firm hand movement.

Gilbert ran his hand through his hair, looking at the time again: 7:00. Well, he usually slept until 11, but he was sure he wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a few hours, so he might as well make the day more productive than usual.

He came out of the room with his stomach rumbling. It was to be expected, since he'd surely gone to sleep fast. An then he ran into the kitchen, attracted by the smell of coffee, which indicated that Ludwig was obviously already awake.

"Good morning, Ludwig! Today is going to be a wonderfully productive day since I woke up early!" He laughed loudly, watching his brother holding a small cup of coffee between his big hands.

"Oh, good morning, Gil. I hope you slept well after last night's fuss," he approached the cup to his mouth, enjoying the taste of coffee as he flipped through the pages of the gazette.

"Fuss? What are you talking about?"

"You called me to pick you up. You said you didn't want to upset Lovino any further" his blue eyes seemed to be scanning Gilbert, who was more confused than ever, standing barefoot on the threshold of the kitchen door.

"Oh, I don't remember anything," he said, scratching his head.

"I can imagine."

"Aren't you angry?"

At Gilbert's question, Ludwig shook his shoulders as he continued to read the newspaper and adjusted the glasses he used to read.

"No. Life is yours, do what you want. Sure, I'd like you to learn to be more independent and think about the consequences, but I'm sure one day you'll learn. Drinking is fine, but getting drunk like this is too much. We know what it means" he looked up through his glasses, looking Gilbert in the eyes for just under a minute, and then back to what he was doing.

Gilbert twisted his lips, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Hey! Where are the big cups? What are these Barbie-style cups?" He complained.

"Feli brought me some Italian coffee. You don't have to drink so much of it because it doesn't make you sleep at night, that's why you drink it in small cups" Ludwig's wise and calm voice, however, didn't please Gilbert, who took his milk cup and poured in it all that was in the coffee pot under the upset look of his brother.

"Haha! And you believe this shit? It's only business, they're just saying that to get you to buy these micro-cups," he talked smart-ass, giving a generous sip to the cup.

"Whatever you say, Gil."

"Oh, c'mon! Today however, there's no time to sleep, we're in the middle of Oktoberfest and tonight we're celebrating" he laid the empty cup on the table under Ludwig's astonished gaze, and then wiped his mouth with the palm of his hand, surprised by the good taste of the coffee that didn't taste of water mixed with coffee like the one he used to drink every morning.

"Oh, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm not here tonight. I'm taking Feli out."

"You too? Man, this is the oktoberfest of couples!" He puffed, casting an almost desperate look at his brother.

"What do you mean? What about your friends?

"You go with little Feli, Antonio goes with Belle and Francis goes with Arthur. They all go together in something like a double-date" he explained, almost disappointed. "They're becoming weaklings since they got engaged, I thank God I'm not in a relationship."

Ludwig rolled his eyes, thinking of the shameless way he was lying in that last sentence. He knew very well that this was all Gilbert wanted, and that he was tired of being alone like a dog on every holiday.

What he had read in his diary had made him understand why every time on Valentine's Day he would stay holed up at home with rock music blasting at full blast or why he would go away at Christmas when it was time to kiss under the mistletoe.

"You can come with me and Feli if you like."

"I just told you I don't want to be the third wheel! Wait, I can invite Lovino!"

"Are you serious?" Ludwig raised an eyebrow, and gave himself a facepalm. Oh no, he was definitely making a big mistake.

"Yeah, why not? I can take him with Francis and Antonio! Wait, but they're ex... whatever, it doesn't matter! We'll have lots of fun anyway!" He lowered his fist as a sign of victory, smiling in defiance.

He was thinking to himself and loudly, but it didn't matter! He had finally found a solution and would have had a good time with his friends.

He took his cell phone, sent a message to Francis:

"I'm coming with Lovino, count me in!"

Then, he put the phone down.

Oh, but wait a second. He literally had a plan with someone who knew nothing about it. Well, I'm sure he would have agreed to it, but he didn't know yet!

"Hey Lud! Would you tell little Feli to tell Lovino I want to go out with him?"

"Oh, Gilbert. So you're serious."

"Lovino, please listen to me!"

"No fucking way! that ugly mug won't see my face!" Lovino broke away from his brother's grip, who with eyes wide open and bright, begged him to listen to him and stand still for at least a minute.

Lovino felt guilty for a second, and decided to please his brother by taking a seat on the chair and sitting with his pelvis against the strawboard.

"Why the fuck do you want me to go with that?" He raged, almost gritting his teeth.

His face was on fire, mixed with embarrassment for fear that the albino would remember the evening and his unusually kind manner, but also red because of the nervousness that kept him tied around its finger because he was angry at the German for having organized an embarrassing plan on his own.

"Lovino, Gil cares so much! He said he likes you as a friend and he wants to have fun with you because you're nice! Isn't that sweet?" Feliciano smiled shyly, while his eyes could express all the love in the world.

"He's a good person! I promise!"

"You don't have to promise me shit, stupid! You're not the problem, he's the fucking asshole! He's coming into my life like a missile and there's nothing I can do to stop him!" He slammed one foot on the floor, scaring his brother who seemed almost intimidated by his tone of voice from getting quarrelsome.

He thought that at any moment he might punch him in the face, but he knew that Lovino would never have peace to commit violence, especially against his brother.

Feliciano couldn't understand why Lovino put up so much resistance. When he forced him to go out with Antonio, he didn't have so many tantrums and didn't complain so much. Oh, and the date with the Spaniard had a loving purpose and not a friendly one.

"Is that a problem? I mean, you need new friends!" He suggested, smiling lovingly like a mother to her baby.

"I have friends in Italy, that's all I need. And I can't understand why that white German bastard who legit looks he's come out of a grave, asks me out with him!"

"He's very kind! Who knows, you might even fall in love and-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Uh-oh. Feliciano could see his brother warming up like a hot plate, or a hair straightener, or a nice piece of pizza- in short, anything that can get so hot that it hurts and burns you up just by looking at it.

Lovino tried in vain to keep calm by breathing deeply, but the outbursts were literally setting fire to his Zen garden. Seriously? That idiot was serious? Inviting someone you want to become your friend (without hoping for too much) to a stupid party that you'd surely come out of drunk again and then get dragged home. Nice fucking move, Beilschmidt.

"No. I'm not going, and that's the end of it." With surprisingly calm, Lovino merely scratched the tip of his nose and responded to his brother in an almost distracted manner.

"But Fratello-"

"I said no, no is no!" He got up. Man, Feliciano could feel burned just watching his brother throw the wooden chair to the ground.

"It was Nonno's chair." The little Italian boy's gaze gradually became saddened.

"Let's not think about that bastard now. I'll fix it," he picked up the chair that had the back split, and leaned it against the white wall.

"Please Lovino, go with Gilbert! Please, I beg you!" Feliciano reached out his hands in prayer, approaching his brother and shaking his hands in front of his steaming face.

"I said no! Enough!"

"Please, please, please!" He had begun to whine insistently, clinging to his brother's leg preventing him from walking.

"All right, I'll go! Now get off my fucking leg and stop crying like a fucking kindergarten baby !" Lovino shook his leg, and Feliciano fell off it quickly.

Turning the other way, he started giggling. It didn't take much to force Lovino. That in fact, deep in his heart, he had wanted to go from the start?

Well, I don't think we'll ever know.

Gilbert looked at himself in the mirror again, but this time was him doing a thousand different poses and posing as a swimsuit model. He slowly passed his hands over his chest, feeling the carved abs and pecs that were clearly visible even from under the white shirt.

He wore the beautiful tuxedo he had talked about so much, and the graceful way the pitch black jacket rested on his wide, thin shoulders was extremely high class.

He used to fix the small black bow tie with both hands, while sometimes he would pass his hand over his pants to fix them, since they were slightly wrinkled.

"Damn. I am more elegant than I remembered," he exclaimed, continuing to mirror himself. The golden frame of the mirror precisely contoured his perfect image, and the freshly polished black shoes gave the young man an even more regal air.

"Gilbert, stop staring at yourself in the mirror" Ludwig came out of the hall, fixing his tie for the last time.

"Oh, you get me this time, don't you?" He still laughed noisily, raising one corner of his lip as he used to do, while Ludwig looked away from him because of the slight embarrassment he felt when he was caught doing shamelessly provocative poses.

If that mirror had been alive, it would have had so much to tell.

"I think it's time to go, don't you?"

"You bet, Lud. I can't keep the princess waiting."

He left a few extra sunflower seeds for Gilbird and then told him to be good, and immediately locked the apartment door following his brother in the big black Mercedes.

"I'll drive!"

Gilbert rushed behind the wheel without even waiting for Ludwig's reaction, but he was just as quick to ruin with his shoes the precious fake leather mats that his brother had been carefully repairing and cleaning for weeks before.

Direction: Munich city centre.

They didn't live very far from the centre, they lived in a fairly small but rather cosy house on the outskirts of town.

The roads were perfectly smooth, holes in the asphalt were rare and this allowed even the most reckless Italians to drive in a perfectly regular way without starting to do car races worthy of Sebastian Vettel.

Gilbert had always thought he was lucky to have been born and raised in Germany. He was already very messy of his own, and a country as messy as him, would literally plunge him into a state of aberrant sloppiness. His room was already very poorly cared for, and the house was only maintained in a state of decency because of Ludwig's excessive care.

And here it is at last, a festively dressed monk who had replaced its grey order with a light colored chaos.

There was noise, laughter, flying beer and huge tents full of colorful lights and filled with deafening music that made him proud of his nation and of being German, despite the terrible sorrow that every German was carrying on its shoulders because of terrible events in past history.

Imagine how awesome it can be: all the bad things breaking down and everyone dancing arm in arm as if there was no tomorrow, all smelling the same beer, all really the same for just one day.

He took a breath with all his lungs, almost savoring the festive air that enveloped the city like a thin bridal veil. It wasn't going to last forever, and Gilbert, this time more than any other year, was determined to enjoy every single moment of the big, fat party.

"Here we go! Where are the little guys?" Gilbert got out of the car, slamming the door powerfully but distractedly.

"They'll be late...as usual," he replied, breathing deeply and with his eyes closed trying not to think about how his car door was a daily victim of Gilbert's violent arm.

"How the hell can you tolerate being late? I would have already freaked out" he replied almost aggressively, literally unable to understand how his brother could not get nervous.

"When you really love a person, you also love their flaws."

"Bullshit. If you love a person you love them because they're good for you and they have behavior you can tolerate."

"Think as you like, Gilbert." He shook his shoulders, and the two remained silent for a good half an hour before seeing from afar two medium height figures of Mediterranean phenotype, one whimpering and looking as if he were on the verge of crying while the other was trying his hand at what Gilbert affectionately called "the dance of the Italians", which consisted of moving his arms in strange and fast gestures.

"I still wonder why the fuck I decided to come! I wasted more than two hours trying to figure out the fucking road, and I ran out of gas too! You know I ain't got no money in less than two weeks to fill it up !"

"Ve, sorry big brother! But I didn't remember the road well, it's not my fault!"

"I know it's not your fault, stupid! It's these fucking German streets that are all fucking the same, They have nothing to distinguish them!"

"Um, there are road signs" Gilbert suggested.

"Shut up, nobody asked you," Lovino replied, casting a murderous glance at the albino, but he found it all but intimidating, thinking how funny it was and sometimes even quite cute.

"Ciao Luddy! Sei bellissimo!" Feliciano said in a harmonious voice and then threw his arms around his neck holding on to his toes, while the blond German slowly blushed and scratched the back of his neck with his right hand trying to reduce the embarrassment dictated by the affectionate hug, while with the other hand he gave friendly pats on the Italian's shoulder.

"Don't make too much fuss in public, you two! Lovino and I will join the others now!" Gilbert was excited, and he quickly grabbed the man's hand with a perennial frown on his face, which grazed his eyes astounded by the hasty and unexpected action.

"Who else are you talking about?"

"What, Feliciano didn't tell you? There's also Francis, Arthur, Belle and Antonio!"

Oh. My. God. When that name was pronounced, Lovino got pissed off again, violently shaking Gilbert's hand and sinking his fingernails into his flesh. The bastard must have felt pain, very fucking pain.

"Take it easy! What's this for?" Gilbert quickly freed himself from Lovino's handshake and then kissed his own hand as if his lips contained some kind of cure for the excruciating pain he was feeling.

"Look what you've done! Now my hand has your fingernail marks on it!" He complained

"Damn it, that's what you deserve for not telling me my ex was here and that it's some kind of a triple-date, you bastard, but what did you think you were doing?" He barked, clenching his fists and throwing powerful slaps at Gilbert's back, trying to run away from that stalker.

Nice, huh? The roles were reversed now!

"I didn't think I was doing anything! I only invited you because..."

"Why did you feel lonely being with engaged couples and then decide to use me as a spare tire to boost your fucking ego?" Gilbert could hear the sound of Lovino's teeth rubbing against each other, and his hot, wheezing breath filled with anger settling on his neck.

Hell, it was a fucking Chinese dragon!

Gilbert tried to cover himself with Lovino's arms and kept slapping him on the back, but he could do little and nothing despite the fact that he had noticed with relief that they were weaker and therefore less painful.

It hadn't occurred to him, however, that Lovino might perceive this version. No, no! It was all wrong! He just invited him to make friends with us and now he was beating him up because he felt used.

It was all so un-awesome, and the two of them had apparently become the main attraction of the party as they caught the eyes of the Germans who usually remained impassive even in front of a billboard with a naked woman.

The two of them were so focused in their discussion that they didn't even notice that their brothers had gone elsewhere.

"What the fuck, these fucking Germans like to put their shitty eyes on anything that moves or what?" Lovino stopped trying to kill Gilbert, giving the latter a breath of relief.

"Is it really okay if your ex is here?" Gilbert asked, ignoring Lovino's previous question.

"What would you do if I invited your ex?"

"Oh, I'd be cooler and more awesome than usual to gnaw at her, show her the nice piece of German ass she missed out on!" He patted his ass, giggling and noticing how Lovino had crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow in a perplexing yet unnerved way.

"Be my awesome friend tonight, make him jealous! Not gonna lie, you look hot even if you are not as handsome as me, but you can say like -hey spanish bastard, look! I'm with the awesome and hot Gilbert and you're just being tremendously jealous of me being with him-" the narcissistic tone Gilbert spoke in, made Lovino roll his eyes and making him think he had just made the worst choice of his life in deciding to go out with him, even though he was relieved that they weren't alone.

"Except for the first three words, it doesn't sound like anything I could fucking say."

"You'll learn, you'll learn"

Now no one was looking at them, everyone had gone their own way and continued to celebrate without caring about the two noisy men. No murderous looks and no curious Germans, great.

"So will you come with me?"

"All right, you bastard, don't expect too much from me."

"Danke Lovi! We're gonna have so much fun!" He hugged Lovino in a fraternal way, and the Italian seemed almost to reciprocate the hug even though he didn't feel like it.

This time his friends were already there, sitting at a table under a tent offering beer specialities and some Swiss cheese.

"So Gilbert's bringing Lovino?" Arthur asked, taking a bite of the piece of cheese.

"Oui. I'm quite surprised, actually, but I'm sure those two have great potential as friends."

"I don't think so, amigo. They're too different."

"Mon cher, are you being jealous? Think not to neglect the beautiful woman at your side" Francis smiled and winked at Belle, who giggled embarrassed by the compliment, and she covered her mouth with her small hand.

"I'm not jealous and I don't neglect mi amor" he placed a kiss on Belle's cheek without looking away from Francis, making Belle feel at that moment like the general center of attention.

"Ew, enough you two! Keep your bloody business at home!" Arthur made a grimace of disgust. But when he met Francis' look, intent on giving him loving glances, he felt a strong sensation of vomit rising from his stomach.

"We're here! Sorry to keep you waiting, but the Italians were late!" Gilbert entered, posing as the king of the party and holding Lovino's arm firmly, which seemed to be about to erupt like a volcano.

"Oh, all right. Time went by so fast we didn't notice you were late!" Francis Rise embarrassed by scratching the back of his head, knowing that they had actually arrived exactly 5 minutes before the two guys.

"Now can you fucking let go of my arm?" Lovino did not wait for an answer, and quickly moved his arm and then kissed Belle's hand, who blushed.

"Oh Lovino, mon ami! Careful, you'll make Antonio jealous!" Francis said winking at Lovino and then looking at Antonio who although seemed calm and calm, Francis was sure he hid a big sense of guilt inside him.

"I don't give a fuck, Belle is my friend," the Italian thundered.

"Awesome! Now, let's get up out of this boring place and go somewhere more fun."

The others listened to Gilbert, and everyone moved in unison. The group struggled to stay together as most of the time Arthur and Francis who stopped to squabble like a married couple, because of the unconventional and audience-friendly phrases Francis whispered in the other's ear. The rest of the time they stopped because Antonio met some acquaintances and went to greet them.

"Now it's our turn to stop! We'll catch up with you later!" Gilbert nodded to the others, who soon continued walking while he and Lovino stopped in front of the amusement park entrance.

"I have an idea! If I drop all the cans, I win your phone number" the albino grabbed the toy gun and tried his hand at it, without even waiting for an answer from Lovino.

"You'll never make it anyway!"

And in fact, he didn't succeed and that made him quite disappointed. Usually he always succeeded, but this time he failed miserably just like a loser.

"Watch how you properly do it, you bastard!" Lovino took the gun out of his hands, pulled the trigger and made all the cans fall with one shot on the first attempt without using the other two fake bullets. Then, he blew on the gun's barrel as if it was smoking.

"How did you do that? It's because you Italians-"

"If you come up with a mafia joke, I'll stick this gun in your mouth," he put the toy down, collecting the prize. He chose a small, space-saving puppet because he wasn't going to carry a huge teddy bear all night.

The stuffed animal was white with purple eyes, and Lovino gave it to Gilbert without even looking at his face because he felt a little embarrassed doing it.

"Is that for me? Aw Yes, you really like me."

"No bastard, it's just that he's as ugly as you so I think you can make the perfect couple," he slowly moved his eyes in Gilbert's direction, and when he came across his smile strangely joyful and not fake or flirting, he felt his face slowly warm up. It was beautiful. The way his mouth curved into a happy smile, full of imperfections but perfect at that moment, lit a small light of joy in Lovino's heart, and he could do nothing but smile with his mouth closed, surprising even Gilbert who brought home a small victory.

"ok now give me your phone number" he said, with a serious face that almost made Lovino worried. Woah, he never thought the albino would ever pull a face that didn't had his dumb smile on it.

"No, you lost!"

"Phew! All right, then let's go to eat!"

Food is not refused, and Lovino would hardly have done that. And most of all, he'd have lied if he'd said he wasn't even a bit hungry.

Gilbert took him by the arm again, taking him to a small outdoor fast food restaurant serving freshly cooked sauerkraut and excellent German beer.

"You bastard, I don't eat German shit!" Lovino took the sauerkraut plate and the beer away from him, but Gilbert approached him in a flash.

"Try them on! They're good!"

"Fucking forget it."

The German made shrugs, beginning to eat from Lovino's plate. God, he was so greedy.

"Who authorized you to eat off my plate?" The Italian yelled at him.

"Hey, prinzessin! You said you didn't want it, so now I'm going to eat it" he made a grimace and laughed annoyingly, and Lovino put his head on his arm with thoughtfulness.

It wasn't that bad. He had barely seen Antonio's face and hadn't even greeted him, so in the end he and Gilbert were really alone.

He looked distractedly at Gilbert as he ate and opened his beer. The more he watched him, the more he hoped he wouldn't remember the night before. He didn't want to run into embarrassing situations or explain his unusual kindness to a bastard like him.

"Are you done yet? That's impossible! You're as skinny as a nail!" Surprised, Lovino grabbed Gilbert's arm and traced its diameter by joining his thumb and middle finger around it, to prove how skinny he was.

"There are those who can and there are those who can't, and I can."

"Count yourself lucky!"

"Oh, you bet. Now give me the money, I'll go pay."

"What the fuck are you saying? Why should I give you the money?"

"Well, because you ordered food, didn't you?"

"Are you kidding me? You ate it!" In Lovino's words, Gilbert looked down at the two empty beer bottles as well as the two plates of food.

"Ohhhh, sorry. You're right, I got distracted." He laughed embarrassed, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, it was a nice evening... thank you, I guess."

"Are you kidding me? It's not even over yet, baby," Gilbert replied promptly, dragging Lovino in front of the roller coaster at the amusement park.

"Are you fucking serious? You're gonna puke up here after all you've eaten!" The albino ignored Lovino's warning and rushed to buy two tickets for the roll coasters.

"What makes you think I want to go up there?"

"Well, not that you have a choice," Gilbert shrugged in response.

the two took their seats on the last seats of the merry-go-round, since the German kept nagging Lovino saying how much the seats in the last row were awesome because no one was looking at you and because you could feel better all the adrenaline.

"Prinzessin, I hope you're not afraid" he joked.

"Of course I'm not afraid! And don't call me that!"

"Sure, sure"

Actually, he was a little scared. It was certainly not the first time he was in an amusement park, but it was the first time he was in front of such a high and scary roller coaster.

The merry-go-round began. The first round turned out to be quiet, but when we reached the famous highest point, Lovino felt suffocated.

Slowly, the car climbed up and then stopped at the tip for a minute that never seemed to end. He was a little scared, so he started to squeeze his hands tightly on his belt. He had purple fingers, white knuckles and was literally sweating cold. On the other side, Gilbert seemed at ease and very excited while clamoring for the adrenaline rush.

"Hey, I got something to tell you."

"What bastard?" Lovino said quickly, trying to hide the frightened tone in his voice. He prayed to all the saints that it wasn't some kind of romantic moment like in American movies.

"I took the phone out of your pocket and now I have your number."

"YOU DID WHAT?"

The words he shouted were lost in the wind, while the shaky wagon went down with an unprecedented speed, while Lovino with sweaty hands still tightened his belt and pushed his shoulders against the backrest, so as to avoid tipping over in every way. When the wagon came to a sudden stop, Lovino got off the merry-go-round with weak legs and his head spinning, supported by Gilbert who was laughing loudly.

"Oh, of course you weren't scared."

"Shut up! I was just surprised you stole my phone without me noticing!"

"Well, it didn't take long since you were frozen because of fear."

"Shut up or I'll rip your head off, you bastard!"

"Oh Lovino, my awesome stomach hurts so bad"

"I told you, you never listen to me! don't even allow yourself to throw up on me!"

"Francis, you French frog, what bloody hell are you looking at?" Francis and Arthur were sitting at a table very close to the entrance to the park. The Englishman was ready to yank him, when he noticed that Francis was watching the short Italian and the skinny German arguing noisily, he relaxed.

"Shh, Arthur. I'm looking at them." He pointed slowly at Gilbert and Lovino, without diverting attention from the two of them

"So what? They're arguing, I don't see what's so special about it." Arthur got up from the table he was sitting on, stretching his arms and then put his hands in his pockets.

"What? Can't you see?"

"What the hell are you talking about? What am I not seeing?"

"L'amour"