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Here I am with another chapter! And yes, this is going to be a series so stick around for more (if you enjoyed anyway). Also thanks to reviewers as usual- oh and the thing about Austria wearing a corset in the last chapter is actually true, google it XD

(Another detail! If a piece of speech has a * in front of it, it's in Italian. I just felt that google translate would be comoletely wrong and a little disrespectful- so why not just write it in English? I'm pointing it out now though because in the last chapter there was no Italian but in this one there will be^^)

-sorry it's such a short chapter and sorry it's a bit late ^~^

Gentle footsteps echoed throughout the corrridor. Looking ahead, and seeing a few doors scattered across the walls, Feliciano looked back down at the number on his key again.

*"I was meant to be staying in room 4... But where is it? Shouldn't it be next to 3, which is right in front of me?" He questioned, searching the space again. "Maybe I just need to look harder."

However, when he caught sight of another door, standing alone at the end of the corridor, he caught sight of a neat little number 4 on the front and let out a small relieved sigh.

*"There it is."

As a warm smile worked it's way up his face, he wandered towards it and outstretched his right hand, key dangling from his little finger. Throwing it upwards into the air, he then grabbed it swiftly in his palm, with surprising confidence.

*"I caught it! I told big brother I could do it!" He smiled in satisfaction. That smile soon became a little lazy as he allowed his mind to trail off, eyes still calmly shut and key still held loosely in his hand.

*"I wonder who I'll be sharing with? I hope they like pasta, whoever they are!" He whispered to himself, before turning the key in the door, and letting it slide open. He then poked his head out, somewhat anxiously (possibly praying he wouldn't enter at a bad time); but he was rather surprised when his honey brown eyes met familiar blue ones, ones he recognised to be Ludwig's, and he immediately entered without hesitation.

"Hello!" He happily called with a slightly awkward laugh, "I'm- I think I'm your roommate?"

"Oh, alright." He nodded swiftly. He then briefly gestured towards an empty bed, with white covers tucked neatly into the side, almost touching the right wall of the room. "That's yours." He announced. Although, the bed towards the opposite side of the room looked very similar- tidy, clean, and decently capacious... Feliciano was rather surprised by the condition of the two beds. The whole room, in fact. It looked like it hadn't even been touched let alone slept in, lounged about in, maybe eaten in from time to time- Ludwig seemed very organised. Rather unlike Feliciano, who constantly seemed to have something in a mess that he needed to sort out, or more often allow someone else to sort out. He had always been the baby of the family, to his mother- to his father he wasn't as sure. Roderich seemed to view him more as a slave, it seemed. But a slave he cared for, and one he had watched grow over the years, and one he loved somewhere deep inside him.

"Thanks." Feliciano eventually replied cheerfully, a warm expression on his face as he lay down his suitcase to start unpacking. It took a while, but eventually he had managed to arrange his possessions in a way that wouldn't be too difficult to remember. He was used to sharing, due to being a twin brother and having lived with him for a little less than half his life, and so he figured it wouldn't be as hard now having to share a room... But Ludwig seemed so much more organised, caring more about practicality over style and making a place feel homely. However, at least he had been placed with a friend; this made the majority of things a lot easier. And maybe it would be fun, anyways.

Later in the evening, after dinner, Feliciano's phone started ringing. He'd been finishing a piece of homework when it had, and so as soon as he'd heard the noise he dropped his pen onto the lined paper below his fingers. He got up swiftly, and somewhat cheerily walked over to check the contact calling him- upon a brief glance, he saw his mother's name, and smiled as he quickly held the device to his ear and replied; "hello?"

"Feli! Hello! How is it?" She asked, somewhat excitedly and somewhat curiously.

"It's good. I met lots of people, and I ate dinner just now. They had pasta!"

"That's great! And you were okay understanding everything?"

"Most of the time. In Art the teacher spoke a bit fast, but my new friend asked him to write the homework on the board."

"That's sweet. What's his name?"

"Ludwig." Feliciano answered quietly, quickly glancing over to see said male entering the bathroom, hair slightly less sleeked back than usual (indicating he was probably getting ready to go to bed).

"What's he like?"

"He's nice, but scary.."

"...Why did I ever worry about you?" She warmly said, and Feliciano didn't need to see her to know she'd be smiling. "I miss you already."

"And me." He said a little sadly. However, he was used to spending time away from family members (Lovino), and so his expression didn't remain glum for long.

"Papa isn't here right now, but I'm sure he hopes you're doing well too." She said, the faint sound of a whisk in the background. "Oh, and I have some good news for when you get back!"

"What, what?" He asked, jumping a little with the alacrity of a young child.

"Antonio told me that Lovino might be able to stay over in Germany for a week when you get back."

"In Germany?"

"Ja, apparently. I don't know how keen Lovino is about being in Germany, but keen enough to go, clearly. So you can see your brother and your family at the same time!" She informed him, cheerfully.

"That's good." He replied, a warm smile painted on his face.

"But you'll have to help him with the German, obviously."

"Okay."

"Anyway, I should probably go now, or I'll cost you a fortune."

"Okay."

"Bye! I'll phone soon, promise."

"Bye!" He replied quietly, then waited a moment before ending the call with a swift tap onto his screen.

He fell back into the soft sheets, that smelt slightly of hotels, or perhaps it was washing powder. His eyes fell shut for a moment, and he used this time to absorb the information he'd just been given, to look over it. And to look over his day. His first day here, and how it had gone, what his life was to be like from that day.

However, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt a soft prod on his shoulder, and he opened his eyes to see Ludwig stood over the bed, glancing at him in, possibly, concern. But it was unlikely.

"What is it?" Feliciano answered, narrowly opening his eyes again.

"S-Sorry, I thought you were sleeping." He replied, a little uncomfortably. "Sorry."

"No it's okay!" He answered, sitting up at that moment.

"...Hey, what's your family like?" He asked, reasonably politely, blue eyes focused on nothing in particular.

"My... family..?" Feliciano took a moment to answer this question. He could say a number of things- his family history was certainly an 'interesting' one. There had been many ups and downs, many different stages different members had went through, at different ages in different places- there never had been a strong link connecting anything. It was almost like a completely random handful of people across Europe, somehow grouped together despite being so far apart. But it was complicated, and difficult to explain- let alone in another language. Not only this though, but talking about it in too much depth, Feliciano knew, would being back some haunting, repressed memories that he didn't want to remember. He didn't want Ludwig to know that detail yet. And so Feliciano simply did his best.

"Me and my twin brother Lovino were born in Italy, but when I was a baby my mother, she... she died... I never saw her. And then when I was six my father, uh..." He explained, trying his hardest to keep a smile plastered on his face, but somewhat struggling. However he was used to this, and so he quickly recovered within a second and continued talking. "I don't know how to say it in German," he lied, "sorry."

The blond nodded, listening intently in pity, curiosity and astonishment. However these emotions only showed faintly on his face.

"I had some family who lived in Germany, but Lovino really didn't want to learn a different language so he was adopted by a nice man who can speak Italian. He lives in Spain and I visit him sometimes- the man who watches him really likes me- but Lovino doesn't like Germany so he never visits me. I don't know why. Germany is nice."

"...Sorry." Ludwig said pitifully, however keeping the same straight face, blue eyes averted slightly downwards. "About your parents."

"It's okay!" He lied, a bright smile on his face. "Ve~"

"That must have been hard for you." He said, still rather surprised at finding out Feliciano's parents were (or so he assumed) dead. And that his twin brother lived so far away from him. And that he'd practically been pulled out of his own country when he was six, dragged into another one, and then forced to speak their language. With people who weren't even his real parents. It was shocking, but at the same time so amazing... Two people had been able to take in and love a child only distantly related to them, who had just lost the only parent they had left, who had been separated from their twin and who couldn't speak their language. And yet, from the phone call he'd overheard, they sounded so happy, like any other mother and son would.

"Oh, and you speak German at home?" He questioned, possibly in an attempt at changing the subject.

"Ve~" Feliciano nodded. "Or I try."

"That's surprising."

"My mama taught me. She's Hungarian but she speaks German really good." He explained. "Sometimes it's a bit difficult, so I don't talk a lot at home."

He nodded, with the smallest smile on his face. Feliciano was so different to the shy little new kid Ludwig had seen yesterday, telling him about his past like it was nothing, speaking German confidently, smiling no matter what. He was almost an inspiration, seeming so pathetically weak on the outside and yet, so strong emotionally.

'Maybe he's not such a crybaby after all.' Ludwig wondered.