Okay, I'm going to start double uh… what's it called…? Anyway! I'm going to have extra space between this and the actual chapter so y'all (y'all?) don't get confused! So please enjoy! (is it just me, or did anyone else's font's change when they upload? Just a thought…)
AND! I do not own an Xbox…. Or Call of Duty
The darker blonde sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked to his left.
"It's still a bit dark out…" He mumbled, then looked at his clock
5:37 AM
Alfred groaned, 'Man, I can't sleep in for once…'
Getting out of bed in only his boxers, his feet pattering on the wood floor, across the hall and threw open the door.
"MATTIE!" He yelled, "Time to wake up dude!"
When Mattie didn't get up, Alfred formed into a running position.
"I guess you can sleep for another five minutes…" He said, "NOT!"
He ran and leapt onto the bed.
"ALFRED!" Matthew yelled, attempted in punching his brother, but greatly missed.
Alfred laughed his signature laugh, "You're not a good aimer without your glasses, eh?"
Matthew quickly grabbed his glasses before Alfred attempted to.
"You need yours for things close up, I need them in general." Matthew mumbled.
"Anyway, hop to it dude, I'm not leaving until you're in the bathroom taking a shower!" Alfred chimed.
"But I can't." Matthew whispered, half asleep.
"Why?"
"Because you're sitting on me."
"Oh, ha ha, I knew that bro!" Alfred laughed again, getting up.
But then, Matthew just lies down again.
"So, you want that game, huh?" Alfred said, and threw off his brother's covers.
He then grabbed a hold of Matthew's arms', and dragged him out of the bed.
"C'mon dude, wake up!" Alfred yelled.
But then, he jerked his brother too hard.
Matthew's bottom half fell off the bed, but the pants were too big so they… kinda slipped off.
Matthew groaned, and then looked down.
"Alfred get out!" Matthew yelled, flipping around to hide himself.
Alfred did as he was told, letting go of Matthew's arms gently, and running to his bathroom. Quickly turning on the water and washed himself down.
"What an odd start to the morning…" Alfred mumbled, and began to wash his hair.
-Ludwig's house-
He woke up the same way he did yesterday morning, even cussed at the door jamb the same way. But this time he slick gel his hair back. And wore nicer clothes.
-Feliciano's house-
SLAM!
Jessica stampede into the Italian's room.
"Feliciano!" Jessica yelled throwing off the covers, "Wake up, school is calling you!"
"Tell her I said I would be there at… paassssttttaaaaa." Feliciano mumbled in his sleep.
"She can't wait!" Jessica yelled, "She said Mr. Howard would be pissed at you if you were late!"
"Ah, and Mr. Howard is very scary when he's mad, especially in orchestra." Feliciano mumbled.
(Okay, actually any schools' in this area in Oklahoma won't have an orchestra for another… 5-10 years, but in this story they do)
"Sì, sì, quindi è necessario svegliarsi e doccia in questo momento." Jessica said, pushing him off the other side of the bed.
Thump!
"Okay, okay, I'm awake!" Feliciano panicked.
"Good, now go shower."
"Yes ma'am." Feliciano mumbled.
…O0o0O…
Alfred parked the truck in the parking lot, "Mattie, you can let go of the hand grip now."
"Heh, okay." Matthew mumbled.
They reached towards the back seats and grabbed their bags. They climbed down the truck, avoiding the step-up's that were attached so they wouldn't trip over it. After locking it they dashed around the building to the main doors, then one by one more students began to arrive in SUVs', trucks', and a few sedans' popped up here and there. And then there was Feliciano's car, and there was Feliciano's black sports car.
"What's Feliciano doing here?" Matthew questioned.
"Maybe he found Ludwig walking to school and decided to drive him to school." Alfred suggested.
"That seems so true, almost too real." Matthew sighed, "But what made him get up so early? He's not starting school till after summer vacation."
"Maybe Jessica had something to do with it?" Alfred suggested.
"You may be right, and who are you and what have you done with my Alfred?" Matthew questioned, getting close to Alfred's face.
"Dude chill, I'm fine, I'm just more, well awake this morning." Alfred replied.
Matthew blushed, looking away. Alfred instantly regretted saying that.
"It's nothing Mattie!" Alfred said, "We both have it!"
"It's not that!" Matthew whispered, looking around.
Alfred amazingly caught the gist, "Alright, we'll talk about it later."
Alfred then miraculously changed his expression and mood, "Hey Ludwig!"
"Hello Alfred." Ludwig greeted.
"Hey Ludwig, Hey Feliciano, what are you doing here so early Feli?" Matthew asked, "Wasn't expecting you to set foot on school grounds until you had to."
"Well, Jessica woke me up and pushed me off the bed!" Feliciano exclaimed, "Then made me shower, get dressed, and told me to come here and pick a few things up for her at Mal Wart, by the way, what's a Mal Wart?"
"Uh, it's a really big super store, they're usually blue but the one here green." Alfred said, "Go down the street, go straight through two stoplights, turn a left then you're there. Very hard to miss."
"Ah, thank you Alfred." Feliciano said, "I must be on my way before I forget the directions."
"I'll text them to you Feliciano." Matthew said, already starting the text.
"Thank you Mattie! And good bye Matthew and Alfred," Feliciano waved, "And you too Ludwig!"
Alfred and Matthew waved back, while Ludwig blushed and waved. They both turned back to the building, very different from the Wynnewood School. It had dark brown bricks that made it's towering stature, with white gutters, railing, and around windows and doors.
"I feel like we go to a mental hospital for school." Alfred mumbled, also referencing that the front lawn only had dying grass.
"True, but it's more kept up than the Elmore City one," Matthew said, "A lot of ivy had covered up the front entrance except the doors."
"But that would seem waaay cooler than just plain, white, average ones." Alfred whined.
"Will this make you shut it if I said there was at least some color on the inside?" Ludwig questioned.
"No." Alfred said reluctantly.
Matthew and Ludwig sighed in unison.
RIIIIINNNNNGGGG!
"Ah, time to get to class." Matthew said, and they walked with the large mob into the school building.
They walked down the familiar hallway; one side had a long, narrow window running down the length of the wall, the other side lockers' and the Principal's office. They reached the fork and turned a left, a few lockers' down from there was their cluster of lockers'.
"Hey Mattie…" Alfred muttered, looking intensely at his open locker.
"Hm?" Mattie replied, getting out his Algebra two book.
"That project for Mr. Limel, is due today right?" Alfred muttered again.
"History?" Matthew questioned, "Yeah, why?"
"OH CRAP!" Alfred yelled, "I completely forgot about it man!"
Matthew sighed, "At least you remembered English, besides, you already have a good grade, nor was it a major grade either."
Alfred sighed of relief, "That's good, I'm glad I have a smart bro like you!"
Matthew blushed, "Ah, uh, don't worry about it!"
"Alright love birds, we have only five minutes left and I don't want to be late." Ludwig growled.
"Love birds?" The American questioned.
"Yes, now, we need to go to Algebra two now." Ludwig responded simply, leaving the American raging.
"Oh, I'm going to sooo troll him on Call of Duty…" Alfred muttered.
"I didn't know we had an Xbox…" Matthew said.
"Yea, I play it when you're not around." Alfred said care freely.
"Why?" Matthew questioned.
"'Cause you don't like violence, and there's major cussing." Alfred said, slightly blushing.
"Oh, thanks." Matthew replied, blushing slightly as well.
"HURRY UP!"
"Coming!" They chanted together.
With Feliciano
"Ah, here we go!" Feliciano sighed, "Mal Wart."
He pulled into the large parking lot, getting out of the car slowly. He looked around and saw that the parking lot half way full, for so early in the morning.
"Amazing! This place is so busy!" Feliciano squealed, earning weird looks from people passing by, "It must be a good place if it's so busy!"
(How wrong you can be, Italy…)
Feliciano causally walked through the sliding doors into the loud talking, and bleeping noises from the cash registers.
"Ve~, you sir!" The Italian called out to a man at the carts section, "Do you know where the… pasta is?"
"Go towards that right wall, then go straight down towards the back." The man grunted.
"Ah, thank you sir!" Feliciano called as he walked away from the man with a cart.
He followed the man's instructions, and had to take extra turns however to get there specifically. After he was able to clear most of the list, except for a specialty item, red wine, he was finished. He pushed the cart along the back wall, then made his way up to the front, passing the TV's and toys', until…
"Hm? They sell hunting guns here?" Feliciano mumbled, and pushed his cart into the mostly vacant section.
Feliciano looked at a simple rifle, running his fingers over the glossy and smooth wood. He then continued until he saw a gun that was very, very different from the others. He didn't know of the model, but it was a smooth, matte black. It had a magazine clip and the back of it was mainly made of two strong poles and a cushion connecting them, to soften the kick. He was amazed, until he saw the tag.
"Air soft gun…" The Italian mumbled, sighing and pushing the carts towards the checkout lines.
After waiting twenty minutes, he was finally able to load his items on the moving counter, remembering quickly to put in a divider between his and the lady's in front of him groceries. He was finally able to get up towards the cashier lady, well, not really lady, she was a teenager
"How's your shopping been sir?" The teenager mumbled, scanning the items quickly.
"Sì! Very good!" Feliciano exclaimed, "but I was disappointed when this one gun I found was an air soft gun."
She smiled a bit, "Ah, an item that was misplaced? I'm sure they'll get that straight."
Feliciano chuckled a bit, she finished scanning the items.
"Debit or credit?" She asked.
"Debit." Feliciano replied, and swiped his card.
He quickly punched in his PIN and wrote his signature.
"Thank you and have a good day." She mumbled again, already starting on someone else's items.
The young man that was putting his items' in sacks and putting them in his cart. Feliciano quickly pushed his cart towards the cart corral, he stopped just before them and took out his items. Despite having five, heavy bags, he lifted them up with ease. He lifted up his foot, and kicked his basket. A gush of wind trailed behind his cart, slamming into the line of carts, and sending them all back slightly. He grinned and left the super store, what he didn't realize, however, was two muscular men looking over at him, one on the phone, speaking in Italian.
Back at the school
"How did you convince me to do art again?" Alfred mumbled to Matthew, paint smeared all over his face.
"I dunno, maybe because you do great on landscape paintings?" Matthew replied simply, smilling at his brother.
Alfred blushed, "It's not that good." He rolled his eyes.
"Says the one who was called 'tree boy' when you were in what, kindergarten?" Matthew said, laughing at the thought.
"Hey, all I did was paint black rectangles on my face and filled it in with brown!" Alfred protested, putting orange paint on his nose.
Matthew chuckled a bit, remembering that day, he nearly peed his pants when Alfred screamed at him while he was standing next to a tree.
"You two!" Mrs. Sturbert snapped, "No talking!"
Then she cranked up her classical music.
"I'm so glad on counting down the days till summer." Alfred whispered.
Matthew kept in his chuckle, he hated his art teacher too, but at least it didn't affect his work. The painting was suppose to show how we viewed our homes. Childish, right? But, we had to show variety and had to be realistic, it was more difficult than said, especially for Alfred.
RING! RING!
"Saved!" Alfred sighed in relief.
"C'mon, it's not that bad," Matthew assured, "And it's really looking good."
It was of the house they were in now when their parents first bought it. It was old and run down, there weren't many neighbors' within a mile and a forest surrounded it. However, he modified it enough to look more photogenic, with a beautiful red sunset.
With Matthew's, however, it looked more like something from a Christmas card. There was a small house, light pouring from it, however it was covered in snow. Everywhere.
"You have the easy one." Alfred complained, "You just need a crap load of white."
"Not true! I need a variety of blue-white colors!" Matthew defended.
Then, Mrs. Sturbert walked over in her loud high heels.
"Odd, I could've sworn you two were twins." She muttered, "Why are your paintings so different?"
'It's not your damn business!' Alfred thought, then faked a smiled, "We have different dads', and we were born very close."
"Ah, interesting." She waved, and walked away.
"Geez, got her panties bunched up for nothing." Alfred mumbled, putting his painting away carefully.
"Alfred!" Matthew whispered loudly, "Don't say that! Remember what happened last time with Coach Houston?"
Alfred shuddered, "Alright, I'll be more careful."
With Feliciano (again)
Feliciano was speeding along the highway, humming happily to a fast country song on the radio. That is, until he saw that same, damned white sports car following behind him.
"You want some fun, eh?" Feliciano smiled, and turned hard onto the grass.
He rolled down the window as both the cars came to a halt, "MALEDETTI BASTARDI, COSA VUOI!" Feliciano yelled.
"SHUT UP DIAVOLO! IL BOSS VUOLE YA!" The muscular man yelled, getting out of the car.
Feliciano narrowed his eyes as he came closer, pulling out his pistol again.
"Again, hello poopy heads." Feliciano said, extremely serious.
"Damn bastard don't play games with me!" The man yelled back, "I would've killed ya by now if only the Boss didn't want you alive."
"Ah, he wants me as a toy again, huh?" Feliciano laughed, "Tell him to kiss my ass!"
Then, he sped off, leaving cursing Italians behind.
"That was a bit too close for comfort." Feliciano mumbled, sliding his finger on his phone to unlock it.
Then a dial tone came onto the speakers of his car.
"Hello?" A voice said.
"Jessica, its Feliciano!" Feliciano said happily.
"Oh, hey Feli, did you get everything?" Jessica asked.
"Ah, I need to go to the liquor store and get some red wine." He replied, making a sharp turn back towards the town.
"That's good, hey, that was a loud sqeak," Jessica commented, "Are you being chased?"
"Ah, I was making a sharp turn." Feliciano said worry-free, "But I was a bit ago."
"Same car?"
"Yes, they don't seem like they get this game completely." Feliciano grinned, "This makes it more interesting as you might say."
Jessica sighed, "You shouldn't have allowed those people to let their video game character be based off of you."
"At least they made my eyes more brown, and my hair." Feliciano defended.
"But not by that much." Jessica sighed, "Anyway, hurry up and get the wine, and hurry back here."
"Alright Jessica, see you soon!" Feliciano said happily.
Jessica sighed, "You too."
It was only five minutes later when his phone chimed.
"Why did Ludwig text me?" Feliciano thought out loud, and started to read it (don't do this at home!).
Hey Feliciano, I heard you were chased again, same people like those from the trip to that chocolate factory?
Feliciano smiled, and pulled over to text back.
Ah, yes, but it's no big deal. I lost them quickly, they were really stupid.
He got a reply quickly,
True, but it's still dangerous.
"How cute, Ludwig's worried about me." Feliciano smiled,
Don't worry, hey, how about you come to my house for dinner!
Feliciano realized this reply took longer.
All right I guess. What time could you get me?
Feliciano smiled, "This is like a date!"
I'll pick you up by 5 pm, see you soon carino Tedesco.
Back to the school
Ludwig sighed, 'Why does he have to put Italian in his texts?'
"Ludwig! Answer this question!" The teacher barked.
"Ah, easy, it's ¿dónde está el cuarto de baño?." Ludwig replied, going back to work.
Mr. Forcey's mouth was slightly open, "That's correct."
RING! RING!
"Translate page thirty-five for homework." He yelled at his class.
As soon as the teenagers' of the class were out, they began to hate on the teacher.
"Mr. Forcey is such a dick!" Ludwig heard one of the student's whisper.
Ludwig sighed to himself, "Just one more class." He mumbled.
He very last class was P.E., however he worked out at home, so his body was more buff compared to most of the teens in P.E., even to some in athletics. He quickly changed his clothes in the locker room and slipped on his tennis shoes. He strolled out of the locker rooms and sat at his spot on the gym floor.
"I still feel like a child even after this long…" The German mumbled to himself, hunching over.
Then his class' coach came out, and his stupid coach came out. He was a plump man, balding head, squinty eyes, and a really, really bad tan.
"Say 'here' when I call your name!" The man yelled, his pudgy fingers gripping a clip board.
"Anna!"
"Here!"
"Jacob!"
"Here!"
And so on, and so forth. Ludwig started to zoned out a bit.
"LUDWIG!" Coach yelled.
"HERE!" Ludwig yelled, startled.
"Alright, today we're playing basketball, girls' go to the small gym." The coach yelled, pointing towards the door.
After the girls' left with the female coaches, the male coaches looked at the boys' in the gym.
"Okay, split into two even lines, we'll divide the team from there." A tall and lean coach yelled, everyone scrambling into the two lines that were expected of them.
"Alright, pay attention to which number you get!" Ludwig's coach yelled, starting to count them off.
"Alright, and you're four." The coach said smiling at Ludwig, "Now, ones' over here, twos' over here, threes' over here, and fours' over there."
Ludwig dashed towards the four section, while everyone else walked towards it.
"Alright, on this court, fours' against ones'," He said pointing at the two groups toward one end, "And the rest over here."
All of the boys' on Ludwig's team were more on the short side, and by looks' the lazy side too. That means for him, more work out than intended.
"I'll go get us jerseys'." A skinny brunette boy yelled, running towards the bin.
He came back quickly, holding different colors'. He laid them on the floor for others to pick out as well he grabbed his. Ludwig, like always, chose one that was too short, but fitted well everywhere else.
"Alright, who wants to be that starting five?" Ludwig asked, only four people raised their hand.
"Alright, let's get out there." Ludwig mumbled, leading the way to the court.
"Alright, free game boys!" The lean and tall coach said, throwing the ball up.
Ludwig was taller, and swatted the ball first. The brunette kid who got the jerseys' caught it, but didn't move.
"DRIBBLE!" Ludwig yelled, getting around the three point line.
However, the kid threw the ball towards him.
"Just my luck…" Ludwig mumbled, barely catching it.
…O0o0O…
Ludwig walked back towards the locker room, tired and breathing hard. If Feliciano was there, he couldn't stop staring. Ludwig quickly changed and threw his backpack over his shoulder, and flipping open his phone. He was about to text Feliciano when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned back to see the brunette kid behind him.
"Sorry that I threw it instead of dribbling." He mumbled.
Ludwig was very, extremely even, surprised.
"Ah, uh, don't worry about it; you weren't in triple threat so it would've been counted as a travel if you had moved." Ludwig explained.
The boy gave him a confused look. Ludwig grunted,
"Don't worry about it." He simply stated, and walked away.
He opened up a blank text and began to type away.
Just finished school, see you in an hour like planned?
Ludwig only waited a few seconds for a reply from Feliciano.
Of course! I'll see you soon! I made it too! With a little help from Jessica but not that much.
Ludwig chuckled.
Can't wait to try it. See you very soon.
…O0o0O…
Ludwig was quickly working on his homework until his phone vibrated. It was a text from Feliciano.
Hey Ludwig! I'm here! But I don't want to go inside, your ospite padre is scaring me!
Ludwig sighed, 'Say's the guy who pulled two pistols on the poor old man.'
Alright, I'll come out.
"Sir! I'm going to a friend's house!" Ludwig yelled as he walked down the hallway.
"I can tell! Just go on head and go!" He yelled back, focusing on the TV again.
"Have fun Ludwig!" Mrs. Schafer called, still cooking in the kitchen, "Are you eating there?"
"Yes! I'll text you if I stay any later!" Ludwig called, closing the door behind him.
"Damn, they boy suddenly became a social butterfly." Mr. Schafer scuffed, changing the channel.
Ludwig ducked down into the car, and closed the door quickly.
"Hey Ludwig!" Feliciano cheered, kissing the German's cheek.
"Uh, hello Feliciano." Ludwig shuddered slightly, surprised by the kiss.
"Ah, I made a lot of pasta for dinner!" Feliciano cheered, already speeding down the highway.
"Feli, don't get so excited, you're already pushing a hundred." Ludwig mumbled, "I've not really tried Italian food before, except pizza, so this is bound to be new."
"Wha? And pizza didn't really come from Italy, it's from somewhere around Greece or Europe, I can't remember which." Feliciano babbled, slowing down to 80 MPH at least.
"Really? I would think it did." Ludwig said.
"Anyway, did you finish your math and Spanish homework?" Feliciano asked.
"Yes, but how did you know I had those?" Ludwig questioned.
"Lucky guess." Feliciano blushed so little, Ludwig didn't see it.
"But what about the Spanish one?"
"Uh, Matthew told me." Feliciano replied, trying to stay calm.
Well, it wasn't a total lie, but Matthew told Feliciano that he himself was excited to take a French class because they finally added one.
"Ah, he must've seen it on my schedule sheet; I don't remember telling him that." Ludwig said, "But why would you be interested if I was taking Spanish."
"Ah, easy, Spanish and Italian have a few words that are the same so maybe you could learn Italian." Feliciano said a bit too quickly.
"That's good, at least I'll understand more of what you text me." Ludwig said, waving his phone.
"Sorry, a habit I have." Feliciano grinned, "Ah, we're here!"
It was a large house that was a crisp white and a dark brown roof, and a bright red door. There were brown shudders on the windows and flower boxes filled to the brim in potato vines. And to make sure nothing got in, a black iron fence was surrounding the house an acre away from each side.
"Your house is so big Feliciano." Ludwig mumbled.
"It's alright, and you'll be meeting more than my host family, my Papa came from Italy, and so did my brother! And also one of Jessica's cousins came over!" Feliciano cheered, "She's a really cute girl, very lady like, I thought those kind of girls were gone!"
"Wait, that many people are here?" Ludwig asked, "How come?"
"Ah, we just felt like it." Feliciano said, jumping out of the car and slamming the door. "Come on Ludwig!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Ludwig grumbled, getting out of the car and rushing towards the boy already halfway towards the door.
"You might hear some Italian and Spanish when you get in, but don't be nervous." Feliciano whispered.
"Uh, alright." Ludwig whispered back.
Suddenly, Feliciano threw open the door.
"PAPA!" Feliciano yelled, "Non posso credere che sei venuto fin qui! Incontra Ludwig, lui è il 'cotta' ti ho raccontato, ma non dirgli che!"
Feliciano's dad chuckled, "Il mio, guarda tedesco! Abbastanza spaventoso, io approvo mio figlio. Vorrebbe po 'di vino per lanciare la notte?"
"Would you like some wine?" Feliciano asked Ludwig, tugging him inside and closing the door.
"Uh, aren't we under aged?" Ludwig asked.
"Ah, don't worry about it, just try it, it's not that bad." Feliciano assured, taking Ludwig towards the kitchen.
The smell of warm meats, sauces, and pasta hit the German so suddenly he nearly stopped just to smell it. He followed the babbling Italian towards the wine cellar. Ludwig then realized the house was bigger than what it seemed on the outside.
"Let's start you off with white wine…" Feliciano mumbled, "Ah, my favorite when I was poco, Stella Pinot Grigio."
Feliciano came out of the wine cellar again and pulled out a wine glass from a cabinet. He poured in just the right amount, and handed it to Ludwig.
"You won't get drunk really quickly, only twelve percent on the alcohol." Feliciano said, pouring himself some.
Ludwig took a sip; it was alright, not particularly strong, just for the most part clean. (Sorry for crappy description, never had wine before .…)
"Ah, there's Jessica's cousin, Gabrielle, just call her Gabby if it seems like a mouthful." Feliciano said, pointing out a brunette girl, "She's only fifteen, but she's already trying a red wine!"
Ludwig observed the girl holding the wine glass like she's drinked out of it before. Her eyes were large in a beautiful deep brown, hair to match that reached to mid back. But when it came to… assets, Ludwig was blushing, it seemed almost Brazilian.
"Pretty, right?" Feliciano whispered, nudging Ludwig.
"Ah, uh, yes." Ludwig said, but knew he wasn't exactly attracted to her.
He just seemed attracted to Feliciano.
"Let's go see everyone else!" Feliciano cheered, pulling on Ludwig's arm and pulling him out of the kitchen.
"Hola Feliciano! ¿Es que su "amigo"? Buena elección." Gabrielle called, winking.
Ludwig blushed, "Feliciano, what have you been telling them?"
"Ah, they tease me all the time on this." Feliciano chuckled.
"You started him on that Feli, he needs something stronger to have a bit more fun." Gabrielle chuckled, "Try this Ludwig."
She handed him her glass. Ludwig pulled it up to his mouth, the red wine reeked of alcohol. It was half empty, and seemed to have been refilled, but Gabrielle didn't smell of alcohol.
"I don't mean to peer pressure, but hurry and try it!" Gabrielle exclaimed.
Ludwig reluctantly tipped the glass into his mouth. He took a long drink, when he finally stopped, his cheeks were a rosy color, and he hiccupped.
"How do you feel?" Feliciano asked.
"Uh…" Ludwig mumbled, "Ich fühle mich betrunken. Feliciano, haben Sie scheinen immer auf mich zu schlagen? weil ich das Gefühl, ich habe irgendwie wurde von Ihnen so oft geweckt ... fast jedes Mal wenn ich dich sehen."
"Have fun with him Feliciano." Gabrielle chuckled, taking a sip of the strong wine, "I'll call his family and say he fell asleep because the food was really stuffy."
"Good excuse, make sure to block off the hallway." Feliciano said calmly, "Can I have a sip of that?"
"Of course." Gabrielle replied, handing him the wine.
Feliciano took a sip, but his cheeks were rosy quickly.
"Ah, Thank you," Feliciano said, giving back her glass, "How come you're not drunk?"
"Because Romano helped out on that." Gabrielle winked, sipping the wine, "Now go have some fun you guys, and make sure it's in your room Feli."
"Alright." Feliciano replied, dragging the German-speaking Ludwig with him.
Feliciano walked down the hallway with Ludwig at tow, going inside the second door to the left. He pulled Ludwig in, and then closed the door softly behind him. Feliciano turned around, finding Ludwig sitting on his bed.
"Feliciano…" Ludwig mumbled.
Feliciano kicked off his shoes and socks once on the bed, "Take off your shoes Ludwig, you can be comfortable in here."
Ludwig nodded his head, and took off his shoes and socks as well.
"Feliciano… I have feelings for you…" Ludwig mumbled, looking at Feliciano with piercing eyes, "I don't know where it came from, but it was like that since I first met you, but this is so fast…"
Feliciano put his index finger on the German's lips.
"Sh, I understand." Feliciano whispered.
Ludwig blushed, and leaned in and sealed their lips. He pulled back, breathing hard.
"You're such a good kisser." Feliciano grinned, pulling back into another.
Feliciano then started to strip down Ludwig; Ludwig grinned in the kiss and did the same with Feliciano. They broke away because of the shirts, but right after that, Ludwig leaned Feliciano back on the bed, pulling him into a deep kiss, rough but passionate.
"Ludwig…" Feliciano sighed, running his hands down Ludwig's chest.
Ludwig grinned, and strokes the Italian. He shudders as an erection began to form. Ludwig pressed him into a deep kiss again, keeping his hand around the slender waist for the shorter man.
"You're so cute." Ludwig muttered, teasing with a pink bud.
Feliciano shuddered, "I didn't think you would have experience…"
"You would be surprised." Ludwig smiled, stroking the Italian again.
He shuddered again, and reached his hand down.
Ludwig's eyes widened. He shuttered as well, letting out a small moan.
"Looks like you're more sensitive than I thought." Feliciano smiled.
Ludwig smiled, and held out his three fingers. Feliciano sucked on them so much that Ludwig's fingers had a thin saliva strand connecting to his lips. Ludwig hesitated,
"Are you *hiccup* sure about this?" He asked, still slightly drunk.
Feliciano kissed Ludwig, "Of course."
Keeping their kiss, Ludwig moved his hand down, and stuck the first digit in. Feliciano gasped,
"Mio Dio…" Feliciano muttered, his breathing quickening.
Ludwig then stuck the second digit, 'Is Feliciano always this tight?'
Feliciano gasped again, wrapping his arms around the bigger man's back.
"Are you sure about this?" Ludwig asked, putting in the third.
"Ah! Y-y-yes." Feliciano stuttered, his breathing a little more calm but still quick.
Ludwig took out his fingers, Feliciano kissed him, begging for more. Ludwig finally entered him.
"Ah! Ah! Di più!" Feliciano moaned, his nails digging into the German's back.
Ludwig thrusted, sending Feliciano into a higher moan. Ludwig came down a little and kissed him passionately, hoping for the last one to be it.
"Feliciano…" Ludwig mumbled, letting out more than the others.
He than thrusted hard, hitting Feliciano's prostate.
"Ahhhh! Ahh!" Feliciano wailed, "So-"
He came, all over Ludwig and himself. Ludwig came shortly after that, the warm liquid filling Feliciano. He took himself out and flopped onto the bed next to him.
"This was better than what I expected." Feliciano smiled, then fell asleep.
Ludwig nodded in agreement, pulling Feliciano to him in a close hug, and fell asleep.
I'm sssooooooo sorry! I completely over shot it! ^.^" But! I included a lemon scene earlier than expected ;D