"VEE~! LUDWIG!" Feliciano shouted as he ran into the German's arms, "MEAN!"
"What's mean?" Ludwig asked peering over the Italian's head. All he saw was his dogs walking in and out of the kitchen. "You're not still scared of my dogs, are you?" He asked, petting Feliciano's hair down.
Feliciano shook his head, "No~! Not them~!" He pointed at the base of the stairs, "HIM! Vee~! He said that Ludwig hated me!"
"Hey! West! Whuzzup?" Gilbert said, emerging from the shadows, tail flicking back and forth.
"Gilbert. Get out. And my name isn't 'West'." Ludwig said, hugging Feliciano and wiping his tears away, all the while pointing toward the door. His tail twitched in annoyance.
"Relax, okay? I just ran out of beer! I'ma grab one and get out, since you obviously can't handle the awesome that is me!" Gilbert said going into the kitchen and opening the fridge.
Feliciano looked up at Ludwig, "He was lying, right?" tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Ludwig nodded, and Feliciano leaned his head against his broad chest. His ears tickled Ludwig's neck and chin. His tail waved happily.
Gilbert got his beer and went to the back door, there he found Elizabeta, she ran in quietly and squatted next to the door that led to the living room, and peeked around quietly.
"You're one weird lady, Elizabeta…" Gilbert said, downing the rest of the beer, "But you got me a free beer, so you're not that bad."
Elizabeta sat there, camera in hand, tail curled around her feet, "I watched you and Roderich, too." She said, not turning away from the yaoi scene in the living room.
Gilbert sighed, he DID NOT blush, because Gilbert Beilshmidt does NOT blush, although his face DOES turn slightly red, but it's not a blush. Swear to you, it's not a blush. But he did leave rather quickly.