When I made it to the field, I saw Feliciano and Kiku looking around. "Where's Doitsu?"

"Don't worry Feli-kun. I'm sure he'll show up."

"It's not like him to be late, maybe he got captured!"

"Sorry I'm late!" I barked. "It was a crazy morning."

The two looked down at me, and Feliciano glomped me, scratching my head and neck. "Aw! Lookie Kiku~! A puppy!"

"Oh no, not you too..."

He continued to pet me as I did as close to a facepalm I could do. "Aw~! His face is itchy~!"

"Hai." Kiku seemed to agree. "He seems to also be wearing Ludwig-san's clothing."

I perked up at him. "Yes!" I barked. "I am Ludwig! Get me to Arthur or something so we can fix this!"

Feliciano looked at me oddly before scratching my neck again. "There's no reason to be mad at Kiku." he explained. "Wanna play fetch?"

I just looked at him. "I don't want to play fetch you dumcoff!"

I watched as he picked up a stick from the ground. After waving it in my face and saying things I didn't understand due to it being said fast, highly pitched, and in a combonation of baby language and Italian, he threw the stick yelling, "FETCH!"

Without thinking, I ran after the stick, retrieved it, and returned it to him, gaining much Puppy Praise. "...Why did I do that?" I asked myself. "Well, I'm not going to-"

"FETCH!"

"I GOT IT~!" Again, I ran after the stick.

It went on like that for a while until Kiku left and Feliciano continued to scratch me on the neck. "You probably don't have anywhere you can stay." he stated.

"Yes, I do!" I barked as I ran off. "...Danke for playing fetch. It was...fun!"

"Where are you going?" he asked as he sprinted to keep up with me. When I thought I lost him, I heard a terrorfied, "BRITAIN IS GOING TO GET ME!" followed by fast foot steps. I had to give him credit to scare himself by telling himself (more like the whole world) that he was going to be captured, knowing that's the only way he'd run faster. Unfortunatly, he crashed into me, hurting my front paw. I whined in pain as I limped to him, just to show him the damage he caused. "I'm sorry." he apologized as he started to reach for me.

"I'm NOT going with you!" I growled, causing his hand to retreat. "Can't you take a hint?"

"It's okay," he said soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you. It was an accident."

"It doesn't matter you-" My thoughts were interupted by him scratching me behind the ear. "...Right there...That's been killing me all day..." I subcontiously rolled over on my side, causing Feliciano to smile and rub my belly playfully, but relaxingly.

"There, all better." he stated in his sing-song voice. The moment his hand left my chest, I zipped up and looked at him. "I'll help you with that hurt leg. I'm really sorry about that." He then picked me up and, with much struggle, walked me to his house. I had to find some way to thank him...seeing as how he loves kisses, I licked his face, causing him to giggle. "I love you too, puppy, but I don't want to drop you." He had a point there, so I stopped licking him and yawned on his shoulder.

When he made it home, he placed me on the couch and ran off to get the first-aid kit. While he was gone, Lovino came in the room, and froze when he saw me. "...Feliciano!" he called after a moment of our staring contest. "Why is there a dog on the fruniture?! Why is it even in the house?!"

"He came up to me in training!" Feli answered. "After we played fetch for a while, he hurt his paw, so I'm going to nurse him to health~!"

"...No, you're not you idiota!" I looked over at him to understand what he ment.

"Why not?" Feli whined.

"For one thing, there's your stupid cat!"

He jumped in realization before he sank to the couch. "Oh yeah...Pooki..."

"They're kicking me out?" I whined as I put my head on Feli's lap. "It's a long shot, but maybe I could guilt him into letting me stay..." I thought as I looked up at him with large, innocent, puppy blue eyes accompanied by a small whine of please.

Slowly, but surely, I saw Lovino's shoulders slump before he sighed. "...Fine. He can stay until he get's better." Though I was happy that he gave in, I wanted to see how far this sad puppy look could get me. He sighed again. "Okay! Okay! He can stay until we find his owner! Happy?!" My whine of more please told him "no". "What else could you want?!"

"...Food..." I thought as I flashed my eyes to the tomato in his hand.

His hazle green-brown eyes followed mine, and he chuckled a little. "Nice try mutt, but not going to happen. You can't have my tomato."

"Maybe he's just hungry." Feliciano concluded. I made a whimper to tell them "yes" as Lovino threw his arms. "What do we have to feed him fratello?"

"I don't fucking know!"

"And so, the cursing begins."

"We don't have any fucking dog food, and I don't think he fucking CAN eat our fucking pasta!"

"Maybe if we mash those potatoes we have~! He is a German Sheperd after all, and Germans love mashed potatoes~!" Feliciano exclaimed as he gently removed my head from his lap and ran to the kitchen, his brother following him.

Lovino looked less that happy to hear the solution. "I told you to throw out those potatoes!"

"Good thing I didn't fratello~!" He soon came back with the mashed potatoes on a plate, setting the plate on the couch in front of me. I instantly began to dig in the wonderful mashed root greedilly.

Lovino sighed as I looked up at the brothers again with some potato on the end of my nose. "...I'll admit, he's cute...for a German bastard...At least we can get rid of all those potatoes with a garrantee they won't come back." Feliciano took a napkin and whipped the potato off my face, along with gunk that was in my eyes. His hands felt so gentle and professional, I could hardly believe it was the same Feliciano.