A/N: I did this story a long time ago, but I quite like it. Set in a sort of college setting.
Gigs
His brother had disappeared somewhere across the crowd. That's what you get for crowd-surfing. It didn't really bother Ludwig; he was used to ending up alone at gigs. Tino had thrown himself into a moshpit at the very start, meaning Berwald had jumped in right after him. Elizabeta would be somewhere near the front, camera in hand, waiting for "Bück Dich" to start. Ludwig's alone time was his happy time anyway- especially if that time involved head-banging in the middle of a crowd, with Rammstein on stage, after a couple of beers during the support act.
Now, Ludwig isn't the sort one would expect to behave like this. However, angry, heavy German music is certainly something the man appreciates. One comment about his favourite bands being overrated can lead the man into a "lecture" (more of a rant, but nobody is going to argue with a 6-foot-something German, especially one with arms covered in tattoos and an almost-permanent scowl) for ages. Everyone needs some sort of outlet where they can just let themselves go though, and Ludwig's way is through music. As much as he didn't like to admit it, he was thankful he had a little group who were into the same thing. As such, he found himself with them at all these sort of things. Gilbert, his older brother, had a habit of getting kicked out. Elizaveta, his brother's worst-enemy-slash-unrequited-love, and Berwald and Tino, who shared dorms on the same floor. He never usually told Feliciano when he was going out to these things. One, his partner probably won't remember and two, he would probably found the music "scary".
It was at the start of "Feuer Frei" that he felt something crash into his side. Ludwig was perfectly familiar with gig etiquette; if somebody falls over, you pick them up. Of course, it was usually in the middle of the pit. The number of times he's seen Sweden knocked over by an overexcited Finland...
"Owwwwww." The voice came from beside him.
He turned around, ready to pick the other up from the floor. He wasn't expecting the shock.
"Feliciano!" he shouted, picking his boyfriend up.
"Ah, there's Ludwig! I've been looking for you all night, ve!" he grinned back.
Ludwig couldn't do anything other than pinch the bridge of his nose. Of course the Italian wouldn't stay at home. He wasn't sure how Feliciano had even managed to get here, get tickets or even remember or know Ludwig was going. As the Italian chatters on about how scary some of the people are and about how there are lots of Germans in the crowd, he manages to drown him out. He wouldn't have paid much more attention if the Italian hadn't started waving his hands in his face.
"I bought Ludwig this since he never brings money to concerts!"
Feliciano reached into his messenger bag- Ludwig stopped himself from commenting on just how impractical bags are at gigs- and pulled out a large tank top. On the front was the band's logo, and... "PUSSY" across the back. After a couple of minutes staring at the shirt, the Italian tapped him on the shoulder.
"I thought Ludwig would like it! He buys me pasta, and carries me when I'm too tired to walk."
Later on, he blames the beer in his system and the atmosphere of the gig. At that moment, however, Ludwig leans down and kisses his partner. At that moment, a thought passed through his mind.
"...I may be in love."
(Ludwig isn't happy that Gilbert chooses that particular moment to return, shouting something about pussies and dicks.)