A/N: So ya'll already know who felipe is and who prolly his police officer of a boyfriend who is also a tank is. So I really wanted to give him a little cameo but he doesn't fit in any of ch 4 (spoilers: there will be some lil time skip, but not a lot, by like 10 years of smthng. no) so I thought why not make an interlude since imma technically make an entire new slice (of life, pfft) in the next chapter, yeah? So here, have fun.
Warnings for awkward.

It was only a couple of minutes after Marilou had left his flat and Arthur with a heavy, breathing, and a living-but-not-really load on his shoulders when he heard some knocks on his door.

At first, he would've assumed it was Marilou, who had forgotten something so important she had to swallow her pride and walk the walk of shame all the way back to Arthur's flat and knock to ask the warlock…nicely about whatever it is she had left.

If you know, whoever was knocking is her to begin with.

Arthur's ears can certainly say that it wasn't the case.

For one, the newcomer is a male. Or so the voice from the back of his mind is telling him so. Then Arthur wonders who could it have been; the knocks sounded very polite.

"Arthur! You in there?" It asks in a very masculine voice. Arthur's clairvoyance had yet to let him down. It doesn't say anything if whoever's behind the door is dangerous or not, however, much to Arthur's dismay. He frowns, turns his head towards Alex who's still sleeping the sleep of the cursed, blissfully unaware of the possible dangers of a stranger who happens to know Arthur's name may pose once they see Alex lying on Arthur's bed unconscious like he actually owns the thing.

Given that, of course, this stranger also knows that Arthur lives alone, that is.

The knocks stop and Arthur almost sighs in relief until the knock resume again, this time, not as polite as he can here actual fists slamming into his delicate wood of a door. Cheap flats and all that.

"Coming, I'm coming! …Christ." He inwardly groans, rolling his eyes as he scrubs at the hair at the back of his head, messing them further than they used to. He gives Alex a cautious glance before leaving for the door and praying to whoever's willing enough to listen that that better not be the cops.

He cranks the door open, but not before hanging the chains so that the door is only slightly ajar and inaccessible by whomever's outside. One can never be too cautious.

"Yes…?" Arthur felt his tongue get stuck in his throat when his eyes stuck themselves to the sight of a-you guessed it-a police uniform. Immediately, he felt his brain fry and his inner soul scream. The voices in his head, contrarily, said soothing words. Except that one of those words isn't really soothing and Arthur found himself wondering why he thought of the word and accidentally spilled them out to the officer in front of him.

"Lud-"

"-We never met-"

"-wig."

The officer tried to cut him off but failed, so instead he just gave Arthur a tired look of defeat. He looked like he doesn't really wanted to be here and Arthur can agree with him to that one if he could talk to the man properly without feeling like he's hiding something, which is actually true, but Arthur is still in denial so he's going to think that he's really got nothing to hide and is just paranoid.

They ended up staring at each other for a little while. After some more time of wordless staring, Arthur noticed that the officer had begin fidgeting as well. Arthur started fidgeting a little while ago when he realised that neither of them seemed keen of breaking the ice and is glad to know that the officer has yet to notice that Arthur had started fidgeting long before he had done so because Arthur is behind a door right now and the other isn't.

Then the officer glances to his left, then to right, his eyes roving across the empty hallway. It appeared to have given him the edge he needed as when he got his eyes back to Arthur, he finally decided to break the tension himself. He sighs, "Look, I was just sent here to check if you're alright." He gestures towards Arthur's direction. Arthur raises an eyebrow, confused.

"I am." He nods in agreement. "Er, that's all?"

The officer's eyebrows furrow, he seemed stressed. "Yes."

"Um," Arthur swallows before nodding again. "Okay." He tells the officer, who nods right back at him. They appeared to have switched from fidgeting to nodding at each other now for reasons they do not understand. Arthur wanted this to be over now.

"Alright then, have a good day." The officer nods once again, hopefully the last.

"Yeah, you too, mate." Arthur nods to the other, hopefully the last, as well.

The both of them seemed relieved when the officer moved to turn away, then the officer puts his hand of his cap and gives it a slight twist, and turns back to Arthur before telling him, "Just be sure to tell Feliciano I already came by."

Then everything suddenly clicked.

"Oh! You're…" Arthur's small moment of victory died out when he's met with the empty hallway, Felipe's boyfriend no longer in sight. The bloke must've fled as soon as Arthur had realised who he is.

"…Felipe's boyfriend."

E/N: You can def imagine a beet red ludwig running for his life