Hi!

Just did archery today. I rock at it! But it inspired me to do more writing and upload more of this for you awesome people. Don't ask me how it connects, because I honestly don't know how.

But anyways, here you are! I might upload more later tonight.

Yet again, any questions, comments, concerns, helpful advice, or anything else, is much apreciated. Feedback helps me alot as a writer, and anything to help your guys's reading expirience would be awesome.

Anyways, enjoy!

Feliciano had been absent for six days now. Six days of bliss. Six days of Ludwig. After the second day, he got a room in the motel Ludwig was staying at. After the fourth, he started forgetting his gun on the nightstand. Everyone in the Vargas house began to worry. But not Feliciano. He had almost completely forgotten that he was the leader of the most powerful mafia family in all of Italy. And besides, today was a special treat. Ludwig said that he wanted to take Feliciano to the movies, then a nice dinner at the great restaurant called "Bucca di Bepo". And Ludwig said that he had a gift... Feliciano was so excited he got ready to go as early as he could.

Across town, the Braginsky family began their search. Wang Yao was especially good at doing that. There was only one problem. No one had any idea where Feliciano could be.

"From what the totally awesome me can tell, he's going to fancy restaurants, and other places of high standing. Possibly to pick a new target for another "organized crime". That man he's travelling with is possibly a new recruit for the Vargas family."

"Didn't you find them once?" Sadık asked annoyingly. "Why can't you just do it again?"

Gilbert rolled his eyes and ignored the question. But it was actually because the first time he found Feliciano completely by luck... and he had slight amnesia from the nice whack in the head. Thanks to Feliciano, he can't remember where he was that night, or how he got there. So they continued to search.

The movie was great. Both of them couldn't stop giggling and snuggling and kissing each other. People told them to be quiet at least four times. They were headed to the restaurant now, taking their time, linking arms, strolling down the street, laughing like usual. Feliciano couldn't tell why, but there was something about Ludwig that made him feel... secure.

Ludwig had no idea what it was. He was completely attracted to Feliciano, he felt things that he's never felt before. Yet there were times when Feli was just... off. Glances over the shoulder. Wincing every time he heard a siren wail. And Ludwig swore that the first few days he caught glimpses of a gun. He knew there was something Feli wasn't telling him, something he was worried about, yet really good at concealing. And Ludwig was determined to find out what it was.

Gilbert came back from washing his hands, though it was useless since they were still stained red.

"Alright, thanks to a very helpful tip from the lovely lady, we know that there was a reservation under the name "Vargas", set to 1:30. So we keep a low profile and let them come to us."

"I thought we were supposed to be keeping a low profile!" Wang Yao complained.

"I am!" Gilbert whined back, his voice for some reason an octave higher.

"How is killing people in the bathroom keeping a low profile?!" Wang Yao shouted.

"I stored the body in the kitchen along with all the dead chefs, and I cleaned up the blood. How is that not low profile?"

"You kill too many" the Chinese sighed. "We are going to get noticed."

"We'll be fine. No one will notice." Gilbert checked his watch. 1:00. "Hey, we have thirty minutes to spare before those two get here. Let's hit the bar!"

Feliciano happily checked his watch. 1:25. They were right on time for their reservation. Ludwig saw Feliciano being so happy and couldn't help laughing too. What was with this guy? It's like he's never seen a happy or exciting day in his life. Ludwig didn't know it, but he was soon going to find out why.

Feliciano was so excited. But when they entered the restaurant, his mood changed drastically. The man holding the door open for them was wearing a hat and keeping his head down, not saying a word. It could have been Feliciano's imagination, but he swore he heard the click of a door locking.

Alfred made sure to keep his head down until the two passed. Once they had, he looked up with a grin to Katyusha Braginskaya, who was waiting eagerly as a pretend waitress.

Feliciano eyed the waitress who was currently checking their reservation. He dared a glance at Ludwig, who so far didn't notice that anything was wrong. He looked at the waitress again, thinking how familiar she looked. Someone moving along the corner of the room caught his eye, but they disappeared into the shadows. Then Feliciano suddenly remembered something very important.

Everyone drew their guns. Alfred surveyed the room, and gave the ok.

Feliciano couldn't believe he forgot. He couldn't believe he left his gun and let his guard down.

Gilbert, Sadık, and Wang Yao got ready to attack. Feliciano distinctly heard the safety of a gun click off.

He gave himself a mental punch in the stomach. He couldn't believe he forgot.

He was in the mafia. And he had put himself, and especially Ludwig, in danger. So he did the only thing he could think of.

He shoved Ludwig against a wall and shouted "Get down!" as a shower of gunshots began to hail. Everyone alive in the restaurant began to scream but all Ludwig could do was stare up in shock as he watched Feliciano impossibly dodge every bullet shot at him. Feliciano ran across the room to the nearest table and grabbed a tray as a shield and a steak knife as a weapon as a Chinese looking man sprang up from that shadows and began to duel with Feliciano, dagger against steak knife.

More people kept joining the battle, and at first Feliciano was able to hold them off, but then he began to be overwhelmed. He turned his back to the Chinese for too long, and the man was given the chance to grab Feliciano from behind, and wrestle him to his knees. Feliciano struggled, but he knew it was futile. Gilbert stepped in front of the Italian and did his usual "bask-in-my-awesome-glory" pose. Feliciano had a knife held at his throat and about half a dozen guns pointed at his head, so all he could do was glare up at the albino German.

"You know, Feliciano, you really screwed up this time." Gilbert chuckled to himself.

Feliciano growled. "You... I should have known."

"Yes." Gilbert laughed. "You should have. And this," Gilbert showed Feliciano the butt of his gun. "Is revenge for a few days ago." He hit Feliciano in the head with his gun, knocking out the leader instantly.

Ludwig couldn't believe what he just saw. Everything happened so fast. He was terrified. The battle was surprising, but Ludwig had fought battles before, being a former soldier. So that wasn't scary. Feliciano being attacked by these men and holding that many of them off for that long a time... yet again, surprising, but not very scary.

But Ludwig was terrified. He mumbled. "Gilbert..."

Gilbert looked around for the person that just said his name. His eyes fell on a young blond man, sitting against a wall, with pale blue eyes, the German army uniform, and a cross around his neck. Gilbert grinned wickedly.

"Kesesesese! What an unexpected twist!" Gilbert laughed. "It's so good to see you again Ludwig, my own dear brother. This," Wang Yao walked up to Ludwig while he was focused on the laughing Gilbert. "is certainly going to be interesting." Before the paled German could respond, Wang Yao struck him in the head, making him fall unconscious.

Didn't see that coming, did you? Oh, you did? Oh... ah well, I hope you liked it anyway. :3

Things are getting exciting for once! So awesome! It's going to be pretty intense from now on. So just keeping being awesome, and hang tight!

Hope you enjoyed!