Luogo di Vargas 09/10/2015
**Holy Shit, it's been awhile since I updated… So sorry for that, between college and parenting I totally didn't have time to write updates. But I was finally able to- be glad.
*Will try updating more, but I can't promise for sure it won't take a week.
-JRBatt
Ludwig had gotten out of the shower, and was dressed black on black. He wore black jeans, black converse, and a black long sleeved turtleneck. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, and slicked back his hair he exited his bed room. Walking up to join his boyfriend at the table, who was happily waiting with lunch already prepared. Feliciano was well dressed as well; wearing a white t-shirt with a tan vest, tan form-fitting jeans, some dark brown Italian leather shoe.
"Ah I see you made wurst, this is new, what the occasion?" the Italian blushed, but handed the other a beer.
"Ve~ you're cancer free; beside you always eat what I want. So today I made something you like, today is about you." the blonde watched the other fill a glass up with wine, and sip it as he blushed eating a sausage. They began eating in complete silence, and Feliciano took Ludwig's beer and looked at it.
"Ve~ do you mine if I have a taste?" the blonde raised a brow but shook his head. Leaning forward, getting a good look of the Italian tipping his head back, and seeing the look of disgust all over his face. The blonde snickered and Feliciano gagged.
"Not at all what you were expecting liebe?" Feliciano pushed the bottle back to the bottle and shook his head.
"Ve~ nothing like I thought it was going to be, that tasted vulgar!" the blonde nodded, taking a huge swig of beer and setting it back on to the table top.
"It's an acquired taste. I mean, it was gross to me when I was five; but what five year old looks at amber liquid and not think apple juice?"
"Wait. Ve~ you drank beer when you were five?" the blonde raised a brow and nodded.
"it's a Cultural thing. Like I've never had wine, but that's probably all you ever had in the house. So when you decided to be a little rebel and drink some, it was wine not beer." The Italian blushed, but knew it was true. When he wanted to be the bad boy, he would go and drink his Nonno's wine.
"Ve~ what did you do to rebel? I mean you were drinking beer when you were five." The blonde stared at the other for a moment, contemplating his response.
"I smoked and got into fights." the Italian stared at the other. He smoked and got into fights? The blonde didn't smoke now, nor did he seem to have a violent bone in his body.
"Ve~ well that's all in your past right? I mean I like you for who you are now, not then…" he smiled at Ludwig, and then his cell phone rang.
"Ve~ It's Feliciana, I wonder what's going on she usually never calls." Answering his cell.
"Ciao~ little sis-" the Italian looked like he was cut off, and paled.
"What do you mean Lovino told Nonno I was dating someone? Ve- it's none of anyone's business!"
"Ve- sorry, well at least I'm not the only one…"
"What do you mean I'm the only one dating someone Nonno hasn't met? Ve- never mind, when am I expected to be there?"
"Ve- the party is at Nonno's house? Who chose that location? …Nonno chose didn't he?" finally it went quiet as Feliciano listened to his sibling on the other line, looking to be annoyed and his brows were creased. Ludwig could say one thing, the Italian and his brother had the same pissed off face. He rubbed his face and sighed before, before speaking.
"Alright, let me finish my lunch- then we'll be right over." Hanging up, he rubbed his face again and looked at a every weary blonde.
"I guess today is meet the family day for us." The Italian laughed, though he still seemed upset.
"Ve~ Sì, but nothing we can do about it hm? Though I wonder why your brother invited my family to the party." The blonde shrugged.
"do you know anybody by the names Aldrich and Monika?" the Italian stared at him.
"My Nonno is really good friends with a married couple by those names. Ve~ do you know them?" the blonde nodded and sighed.
"I'm assuming our families know each other. That's my Oma and Opa, and Gilbert knew who you were so I was seeing a connection being made. Gilbert doesn't remember people in less he's seen them a lot." The Italian stared. Indeed the hospital and his brother's wedding wasn't the first time he'd seen the albino.
"Then how did we never met?" the blonde smiled a bit before speaking.
"All the parties were at the Vargas's, and the doctor told my grandparents I was easy to get sick, so I needed to stay away from people. Most of my childhood consisted of my bedroom and reading. I just didn't know you were part of that family, Vargas is a real common name." Ludwig shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"I guess that makes sense. Ve~ I wish I had known you as a kid, I bet you were super cute." The blonde blushed, and started scarfing down his lunch. The Italian did the same, and soon they were leaving out the door to the inevitable meeting that was going to take place. It was silent on the car ride, soon they entered the street both of them grew up. It was the rich part of town, huge mansions everywhere. Finally they stopped in front of one, and Ludwig raised a brow. They were parked across the street from his grandparents house, as Feliciano got out of the car he walked up the driveway and knocked. Ludwig followed, still having his eye on the house he grew up in the finally registered that the house they were at now was the house Feliciano grew up. Before either of them could even knock the door flung open, a older Italian man pulled Feliciano into a hug laughing.
"Feli, my sweet grandson! I'm glad you came, I was told-" the paused when he looked at the blonde, and a grin busted out. "I see you met Ludwig! You look just like your Opa, Feli this is Aldrich grandson! He's the one we're having the party for!" Feliciano was looking between his Nonno and the blonde. Ludwig looked neutral, having his theory proven true.
"Hello Professor, nice to see you again." The old Italian pulled the blonde into a embrace, an then turned to Feliciano again.
"Where is this boyfriend your brother and sisters keep talking about?" Feliciano blushed, and looked at the blonde.
"Ve~ Nonno you just hugged him… Nonno Ludwig is my boyfriend…" it took a moment. But before to long the old man smiled, and hugged both men at the same time smashing them together while laughing.
"I approve; I'm so happy Feliciano there is no man better!" he let them go, and motioned for them to come into the house. Ludwig had no idea where to go, being that he'd never been inside the house before. He just followed Feliciano into he guessed was a party room much like the one that was in his childhood home. Low and behold, everyone was there. His cousin Roderich Edelstein, his wife Elizaveta, and their newborn baby girl; as well as his other cousins Louise and Julchen Beilschmidt. Then there was Gilbert, Francis, Antonio, Matthew, Alfred, and Arthur. Looking around the room he noticed Lovino, Lovina, Feliciana, and a smaller Italian off to the side. Feliciano wandered off to his siblings as Ludwig stood there away from everyone else. If he stayed out of the spotlight, he would be good. He zoned out, not noticing the small Italian walking up to him and tugging on his sleeve.
"Hey Mr. are you the man dating my brother?" Ludwig was pulled out of his daze and looked down at the young Italian.
"Why hello. Sorry zoned out; Yes, I'm Ludwig your brothers boyfriend." He said and held a handout. They shook hands as the teen responded.
"I'm Marcello his baby brother, you seem nice, nothing like Lovino described you." The blonde nodded, and looked down at Marcello.
"Well it's nice to met you." The young Italian nodded, and retreated back to the group the Italians made. All of them conversing in a hushed tone it seemed. The blonde walked to see what his family was doing when he remembered the baby. Automatically going to Elizaveta to see the little bundle of joy.
"Liz, would you mind if I hold her?" the woman smiled, and handed the baby off. Ludwig loved children, he wanted some of his own someday. Whether be adopted or created through a test tube, he wanted some of his own. All the way up to today he didn't think he would live long enough for it to happen. The baby snuggled into his chest, and he cooed sweet things to the baby. Then he spotted Peter Kirkland-Jones; Arthur and Alfred's son, who seemed to be looking at Marcello. Walking up still holding the baby, and looked down at the blonde teen.
"You think he's cute?" Peter looked up at Ludwig, and raised a brow with a blush on his face.
"I guess he's cute… but I don't think he's into guys." The tall German shrugged, turning to return the baby before giving a last little push of advice.
"Just go for it, the worst thing that he can say is 'no'." he walked off, handing the sweet baby off to his parents, then walked to Louise and Julchen. Julchen was the same age as gilbert, they even shared the same birthday, they would be mistaken as twins growing up. Louise was a lot like Ludwig himself minus all the tattoos, other than that it was the same thing.
"Ludwig~ I have a surprise for you!" Francis gushed and Ludwig's eye twitched.
"If it involves touching me, count me out." Francis looked confused before shaking his head.
"Oh no you silly German, I have made you a whole new wardrobe of clothes! So you can be stylish, and not whatever you are now." Ludwig didn't look amused. But didn't get mad, as long as the pervert kept his hands to himself he was good. But as he was about to walk away, the trio grabbed him and dragged him into a room full of said clothes.
"You are going to try on everything in this room, it's been years since you had new clothes! Socks don't count." Gilbert gave the blonde a stern look. Ludwig grudgingly started to strip, as his clothes came off the three other men were stunned. Sure they seen the man as a teen and knew he had tattoo's but now, he'd put most bad boys to shame. Ludwig soon was clad in a nice suit. The dress shirt was black, as well as the bow tie. The vest was black with white pin strips, the pants matching, and black dress shoes that were shined. The French man smirked, and placed a matched fedora onto his head.
"You my friend, are a walking wet dream. Imagine the look on Feli's face when he sees you." Ludwig blushed, and noticed that every suit was like this one just different colors with matching fedoras. Deciding once he's tried one, he tried all, he moved to the next group of clothes which was street clothes. Mostly jeans, and t-shirts, and several kinds of converse shoes. After that he got to a group of clothes he became every unsure about. He pulled the ripped black jeans up, and studded belt with a iron cross belt buckle, heavy black Goth boots, and a see through black sleeveless shirt, accented with a matching iron cross necklace. He was about to change when Gilbert dragged him out of the room.
"Gilbert stop! I'm not wanting to be seen wearing this, let me change back!" the other ignored his brother, and somehow dragged Ludwig into the other room. Somewhere between the struggle the blondes hair got tossed and his glasses went missing, and every ones eyes were on him as he attempted to fight of his older brother. You'd think with the size difference that he would have the advantage, in this case. Apparently not. Feliciano stared. Seeing the tattoos on the others legs through the holes of the ripped jeans. The thud of heavy buckled boots, and that toned chest and abs showing through the shirt.
"Ve~ oh wow Ludwig you look Yum- I mean amazing!" Lovino elbowed him in the ribs.
"Nice save dumbass, but to us a favor and not mentally fuck him while everyone's in the room with you." Feliciano blushed, and yelled in a hushed tone after his brother.
"Don't say things like that out loud, it's rude!" Lovino rolled his eyes and trotted away. Ludwig on the other hand looked lost. Oh right, his glasses were missing. Feliciano quickly found them flung down the hall and walked up to his delicious looking boyfriend, placing them carefully onto his face. Feliciano looked mesmerized, the way Ludwig's hair was tossed around, those bangs sweeping to his face.
"This is awkward, I really don't like being dressing like this in a room of people I know…" Feliciano patted his boyfriends shoulder smiling.
"I like it, Ve~ I personally think that you look good with or without clothes!" he said it, and he wished he didn't.
"I have never seen you naked I swear! Ve~ I'm not a pervert, not that I wouldn't enjoy seeing you naked! I bet you look delic- AH! Ve~ I'm sorry!" Feliciano scurried away, and the blonde was confused but lightly jogged after him. Feliciano had ran to his old bedroom, and was leaning against the door blushing. The room had never changed since the day he moved out and decided to leave his childish things here. Posters all over the walls, the walls being a light pink, hardwood floors, and a bed. He had old painting littering the room, and was spacing out as he picked one of them up. It was a painting of a ghostly looking blonde haired boy, who was surround by white lilies. He had a dream about the person in this painting, he never knew anyone who looked like this… in till Ludwig came looking for work. This painting looked like Ludwig, he blushed. He had a crush on his painting for years.
"Feliciano… are you okay?" the Italian whipped around to see Ludwig, still wearing the punk clothes, and blushed. Trying to hide the painting, but Ludwig didn't even notice as he walked up to Feliciano and kissed him lightly on his cheeks, then on the lips.
"I was worried, you ran away so suddenly…" the Italian blushed, and the blonde sighed. "If you didn't want to see me naked, then you wouldn't have asked me out. There is going to come a time, maybe you'll see me naked, maybe more than that. It doesn't bother me if you see me like this, or topless, or just plan me. It's everyone else, So don't worry about what you said, I get what you meant…" Ludwig finished and hugged the other. Feliciano blushed and hugged back.
"Ve~ Really?" the other nodded, then looked around the room.
"This is your old room?" Feliciano nodded, and was hiding his face.
"Ve~ Yes, though it's kind of embarrassing having you see it." The blonde shook his head, and laughed.
"I think mine would be more embarrassing than yours, went through a phase or two." The Italian tilted his head, trying to imagine Ludwig going through a few phases.
"Ve~ did you go through a Punk phase?" motioning at the clothes the other was wearing. The blonde shook his head, and rubbed the back of his head.
"I think it would be easier to show you… I left most if not all of my things at my childhood home too." The Italian blushed and followed the blonde. They walked down the hall and quietly slipped out of the house and across the street. Ludwig opened the door with the key he had, and Feliciano stopped and stared. The house were mirrored. Though where as his house was colorful and had a Italian style, apparently the Beilschmidt's were less colorful. The house walls were different shades of gray, and the floor was a black wood. The house seemed cold and dark, more gothic with Germanic flares than anything. Soon they were in front of Ludwig's old bedroom, and he opened the door. The walls were black, posters of rock bands plaster neatly on the ceiling, and instead of a bed there was a coffin.
"Ve~ Ludwig did you sleep in a coffin rather than a bed?" the blonde blushed and nodded his head. There was a desk in the corner and a journal laid on the top, the blonde walked over and opened the cover. His dairy, the year he was in a deep dark place.
"I was supposed to die my senior year of high school. I emotionally went into a really dark place, I started sleeping in a coffin to get used to the idea of dying… I was lame in that year or two." Feliciano looked over at his boyfriend, and looked into the coffin. It was upholstered with black silk, and seemed to have a reading light installed in the side and a complete book of Edgar Alan Poe stories laying inside. Feliciano picked up the book and looked at the blonde.
"Ve~ Luddy do you still feel like that?" the blonde paused, and looked at the Italian.
"N-no. Not since I started working with you." Feliciano blushed.
"Ve~ really? Have you never had anyone to keep you from being sad?" the blonde shook his head.
"I was homeschooled, cooped up in this room, and I never was allowed to leave the house. I had no friends, and my brother and cousins had their own friends. Though Gilbert and his friends always tried to include me, even after Oma and Opa said no." he shrugged, and looked over at Feliciano. He leaned over his face Centimeters away from the others face.
"Would you be offended if I kissed you?" Feliciano giggled.
"You've kissed me before, ve~ why are you asking now?" the Blonde leaned forward and kissed the other. Though now Feliciano knew what he meant now, because this wasn't just a peck. Their mouths moved, and the kiss slowly started getting heated again. Ludwig tugged on the others bottom lip and Feliciano ran his fingers through the blonde locks. Right as Ludwig licked the others bottom lip, he phone began to ring. He pulled out his phone, and picked up out of breath.
"What do you want?" the blond looked at the Italian, and smiled.
"We just went to get fresh air, we'll be back in a minute." He listened to his brother on the phone, and blushed when he started teasing him.
"Look we'll be back soon, and we weren't doing anything like that in public you pervert!" and clicked his phone shut. He looked over at is boyfriend who looked somewhat dazed from the kiss.
"They've noticed we were gone. Lovino threw a fit." As he left the room, Feliciano finally snapped out of it and spoke up.
"Ve~ How'd you learn to kiss like that if I was your first kiss?" the blonde blushed, and looked over at the Italian.
"I kind of just hoped for the best and winged it?" they stared at each other for a moment and smiled.
"Ve~ well you're good at winging it…" Ludwig smiled and grabbed the others hand, and they ran back to the Vargas house where the party had actually started. When they walked up to the door, where Lovino waited. Lovino gave Ludwig a sneer, and Feliciano gave a look to his brother. Both men rushed into the house before Lovino could decide to hit either ne of them, to be met with clapping as they entered the room. Ludwig looked around the room, his eyes landing onto his grandparents.
"Nice to see you grandson, how have you been?" Ludwig looked at his grandfather, and smiled.
"I've been good Opa." Feliciano looked between the elderly couple and Ludwig. Not a single hug given, just kind words a small talk. The Italian tuned them out in till he felt the blonde wrap a arm around him, and he heard what the blonde said at this exact moment.
"Oma and Opa, this is my boyfriend Feliciano." The two elderly Germans looked shocked before smiling, and shaking hands with him.
"My Feliciano you've grown! I'm so glad Ludwig has found someone as sweet and caring as you!" Monika Beilschmidt, as he remembered correctly was a very sweet woman, and he remembered painting and singing with her often. He remember these people being practically family, and soon everyone was starting to surround as Gilbert started to clank his glass for everyone's attention for a toast.
"This is to my Birdie, I'm so happy I get to spend of the rest of my life with you- and I can't wait for our wedding! And to my baby brother who has finally became cancer free after almost his whole life, and finally has a Boyfriend!" gilbert raised his glass and everyone cheered. After several hours of drinking, eating and having a good time Feliciano and Ludwig finally decided to head home. They entered the condo, and both men went to their separate rooms to change. Ludwig came out of his room, and sat of the couch in the living room. Soon Feliciano came out and joined him, blushing as he walked out topless.
"Need to do laundry Feli?" the Italian nodded, but smiled.
"Ve~ Yeah I have forgotten. Ve~ Don't have a place for your new clothes?" the blonde groaned, and shook his head.
"The French Rapist gave me three huge wardrobes of clothes, I have no place to put them, and I can't get rid of them because they are the nicest clothes I've ever owned as well as a gift." He tugged his hair and he thought of a place to put them. He guessed he could actually get a dresser or two, use the closet, and use the closet for clothes.
"Ve~ well I want you to model them for me sometime." Feliciano said with a wink, causing the blonde to blush.
"Well I guess I could, you being my boyfriend and all." Feliciano smiled.
"That sounds so good to hear. I'm your boyfriend, you're my boyfriend. We're boyfriends." The blonde chuckled, kissing the other on the cheek.
"Yeah, it does." They sat in silence, smiling and holding hands into the night.
There we go, chapter four will be posted sooner or later.