I am ashamed for this chapter! D:

I mean, I wrote yaoi for the first time, and it is really hard.. I would recommend that anyone under 18 should not read half of this chapter.

Okay, so... I need to explain that this fanfic started because of a weird dream I had and now I can't continue it.. it is hard for me to think what to do next, so, I need reviews, okay? :)

Another thing, since my home language (is that correct?) is not English, I'm not an expert in times or.. vocabulary. However, I tried to do my best.

Uh.. I hate the fact that Gilbo is such a cute thing as the Uke :B

curse Ivan and his man power of KOL! xD

This fanfic contains everything xD I mean, all the pairings.

LudwigxFeliciano

LudwigxGilbert (later)

IvanxGilbert (in here!)

GilbertxFeliciano (later!)

I'm such a perv :P

WELL, anyways.. enjoy! :D

"Being jealous is not a crime, mon cher." Francis said pouring more beer in my jar.

"But, being in love either." I said drinking it. "I guess, you should leave, I need a moment to think about it." I added coldly.

"Claro!" Antonio said getting up and giving me a hug. "Take care, amigo." I nodded in his arms and Francis just said good-bye. Both of them disappeared and I was completely alone.

The phone started ringing, but I just ignored it; instead, I ran away from home and fell in the park, rolling all the way down to a street I had never seen before. I didn't faint but I was lying in the middle of a boulevard.

"Become one with me, da?" a calmed voice said. I turned around and I saw a young man, tall, blond with purple eyes standing just besides me. His scarf, even if the weather was not cold, suited him perfectly. "Would you?" he asked.

"Uh… if that means sex, nope." I said getting up. "Hallo."

"Hello, dude!" he smiled even more; he had a cute smile. "Want to come with me?" he asked offering his hand.

"Uh… who are you? What's your name, dude?" I asked making some emphasis on 'dude'.

"I'm Ivan." He said still smiling. "And you, dude?" I scratched my head before answering.

"Gilbert."

"Are you new in here?" he asked. "I've never seen you before."

"Uh… I live up there." I said pointing my street. "But truly I've never been here before." He smiled again.

"You seem like worried." He said taking out a sunflower from his coat. He handed it to me. "Take it as an awesome present, da?" I took it.

"Danke." I answered smelling it. "Where do you live?" I asked.

"Over there!" he pointed a huge house of wood surrounded by sunflowers. It had a pipe in the entrance and another one hanging on a window. We walked through his sunflower garden, and he opened the door for me. I entered looking around the house. He had photos with girls and some with a young man. He had the same face in all the pictures, which was funny.

"Who are they?" I asked pointing the two girls. One was creepy, but the other one had sexy boobs.

"My sisters, da." He smiled. "Do you have siblings?" his question opened a wound that was being closed. I nodded.

"Anyways, he just died, you know?" I said. "And who is he?" I pointed the young man.

"A friend, Wang, he lives in the next house, dude." His smile was weird and creepy sometimes, but he relief me at the same time. He took both of my hands and he pushed me to the wall. His mouth was near my neck and his breath gave me shivers.

"What—" he bit my neck and he licked it. I was trying to push him away, but the feeling of his tongue on my skin made me lost all my strength. "Please, Ivan…" I muttered weakly. He stopped and kissed me in the cheek.

"Did you like that?" he asked me still pushing me against the wall.

"I have to go." I said pushing him away and opening the door.

"Would you come again, Gilbert?" the way he said my name gave me chills, I was aware what had happened was not normal. I nodded and ran away. I was walking down the street when I touched my neck and it had something there. I looked my finger, the one with I touched it, and it seemed to have blood. Did he bit me so hard that he hurt me? I put the entire hand on it, but there was a little mark of blood, I ignored it and cross up the street to mine. When I arrived at home I saw that I had a note on my door.

"Gilbert,

You weren't at home. I guess you don't want to talk to me after what I said. I want to talk to you. Brother to Brother. Man to Man. I'll be there at 9pm. Take care.

Ludwig."

I opened the door and ran to see what time it was. Eight o'clock. Too early for Ludwig to come. I thought of taking a bath, but I wanted to cook something for my bruder. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Damn. I just had Eggs, Milk and some Ketchup. What kind of Prussian I was?! The supermarket was not near and I was tired. I sat on the sofa and I fell asleep all of a sudden.

The knocking on my door woke me up. I got up and opened it. West was standing there with a box in his hands.

"Hello, bruder." He tried to smile, but failed. "How are you?"

"Seriously, West," I said coldly, "you know how I feel after that."

"I'm sorry, Gilbert." He said extending the box to me. "I'm such an idiot!"

"Come in, West." I said taking the box in my hands. "What is this?" I asked walking to the kitchen. West took his coat off (why he was wearing a coat if it was not necessary?) and sat in my miserable wood table that was in the middle of the room.

"Pancakes," he answered, "you'll need some of those." He knew me pretty damn good. He knew I never had any food in my refrigerator. He bought me some. He is like my father, but younger than me. He is my bruder.

"Danke, West." I replied about to break. Ludwig stared at me, confused.

"Are you okay, Gilbert?" West asked getting up from the chair.

"Yes—" my tears started to ran down to my cheeks. Ludwig got near to me and hugged me. I was shorter than him, so I stayed crying in his chest. Ludwig was just petting me and passing his hand through my hair. Both, in silence, forgive each other for the noon's fight.

After eating the pancakes, we watched a movie. A weird one we found on a gay channel. It was about two young men that loved each other but they couldn't tell their parents. It was always the same matter in every gay movie. I asked West to change the channel, since I didn't want to remember what had happened in Ivan's house, but he said that we should watch one more. I refused and got up and he saw the little wound I had on my neck.

"What happened to you in there?" he asked pointing his neck.

"What?" I pretended not to know what was he talking about. Then I touched it. "Oh, this? I don't know… I never felt it before." He laughed and stared at me.

"What a nice neck you have, bruder." He said making me blush.

"Shut up, West!" I shouted. "Maybe I hurt myself while shaving in the morning." Excellent excuse, I hoped that West didn't remember that I had never shaved before since my beard never came out.

"It looks more like a bite, but, okay." He said changing the channel. "Come here and watch Back to the Future with me." He patted the sofa and I obeyed. I sat next to him and we watched the film. We avoided the conversation of the noon's struggle. Who would rather to argue than watch a god damned show? He fell asleep at the end of it; I didn't want to wake him up so I went for some sheets to cover him. It was cold by that time. He looked so innocent like that. You would never think that he had killed persons back in war or that he had fucked with a boy. He looked just exactly as a child again, when he only worried about his dogs and drawing skills. Ja, it's just ironic. How West would be awesome at drawing if I never taught him? But, from whom he learned? However, I went upstairs and turned all the lights off. Sleeping was now better; he was just downstairs, protecting me again.

Waking up after an excellent resting felt just great. I put on my shoes and went downstairs; Ludwig was still sleeping. Then, someone knocked the door. I saw from the window to see who was to avoid opening the door. Ivan, damn. What was he doing here?

"What?" I asked muttering barely opening the door.

"Do you want to have breakfast with me, da?" he asked smiling. I turned back to Ludwig; he was sleeping, he would not notice I was gone for a while.

"I'll go with you," I answered, "but fast, okay?"

"Yes, da." He said smiling. I moved forward and closed the door behind me. Ivan took my hand and we ran to his house. Again, he opened the door and let me pass; this time, there was a table filled with delicious things on it. A lot of snacks in the middle, three different kinds of juices, milk, pancakes, bacon and eggs.

"Wow!" I expressed amazed. "This seems so yummy!"

"Well, then… sit!" he pushed me to the table. I sat down and started picking pancakes. "Do you have maple syrup?" I asked searching for it on the table.

"Nope." He answered. "What's that?"

"Nevermind." I said. We stood in silence eating what we wanted. At the end, I picked some eggs with bacon and two muffins for West.

"You are leaving now?" he asked finishing with a portion of pie.

"My brother is at home," I replied, "I need to get there now." He smiled with his mouth filled with the sweet dessert, but I ignored him. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I turned back to tell Ivan it was locked, but he wasn't sitting there anymore. I turned to the door again and he got the shit out of me because he was standing right there!

"Don't leave, Gilbert." He took my hand and got near to my ear. "We can have some fun in here…" he whispered slowly.

"No, Ivan, please." I pleaded worried. "I need to get back—" but before I could finish my sentence he grabbed me pushing me to the wall. He started kissing my neck, biting it like before. He grabbed my legs, leaving me totally open to anything. Since I was shocked, he got enough time to handcuff my hands. He stuck a pipe on the wall and he tied me there. I was not able to move my arms, nor my hands. He took his pants off as well as his boxers.

"Want to become one with me?" he asked taking a lub out and pouring some of it in his fingers.

"Please, don't do it…" I cried. "Please!" but he didn't listen. He started taking my clothes off. He bit my nipple and I moaned really loud. "Stop!"

"I desire you, Gilbert." He said kissing a way down to my pants. There, he just masturbated me slowly. I moaned infinite times. He, finally, took me from my legs and pulled my ass to his cock. He, firstly, prepared me with his fingers. It was painful and I couldn't stop moaning and crying. Then, he masturbated himself saying my name. Then he said something I didn't understand and he penetrated me. I yelled his name, it was painful. His hands were on my hips but he started moving them to my nipples and he pinched them a few times.

"Oh, mein gott!" I shouted in tears. "Please, Ivan!" He came in me. The flush of semen invaded my entire ass and started flooding out of it. He turned me around and put his face near mine.

"You cannot come yet," he ordered before a kiss. His hands were grabbing my ass, he loved to stick my hard cock to his and start making circles. He did that two or three times before I came by accident. I couldn't resist. He got angry and took a whip out. He started flagellating me; my body shook in fear and pain. But, before he could go any further, someone knocked the door. He realised me, but hid me in a dark room, near the kitchen. He opened the door and then started talking with the person. I started fearing for my life, since I'd never did that before.

Ivan opened the door, letting the light hurt my eyes.

"You can't go home." He said pretty serious. Still handcuffed, I just let him grabbed me by my hair. "Did you hear that?"

"Mm-hmm" I was really weak. He took his coat off and put it on me. He left me on a couch near the front door and he opened it.

"I'll be back, don't be bad." He whispered before closing the door again.

I was nude, with just a coat on, in a psychotic's house. I looked around for a phone. There was one in the kitchen. I tried to get up, but I was weak. I started dragging myself all the way to the kitchen, and with all the strength left in my body; I got up and took the phone. I started calling my own number.

The first 'beep' passed and West answered.

"Hello?" he asked.

"West!" I shouted. "Please help me!"

"What happened, where are you?!" he started sounding alarmed.

"I'm on the next street down," I said but stopped there. What I was going to tell him? That Ivan rapped me? I was not going to do that, not even in this situation. He would laugh his ass off because I got angry with him when I found him with Feliciano. I could not be ashamed by him. No. I would just say that it was a joke and that I was heading home later.

"In what number, Gilbert?" he asked interrupting my thoughts.

"Joking!" I shouted the most convincing I could. "I'll be there later, West." And I hung up.