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Feliciano sighed softly as he lay back on his bed, staring at the door, he needed a drink but he didn't want to leave the room, Elizabeth and Roderich were cooking in the kitchen, and he didn't feel comfortable enough within himself to go out, he didn't want them to speak to him, he knew they probably wouldn't say anything insulting or mean, but he didn't know if it was worth the risk.

If he were with Ludwig he wouldn't feel so bad, he'd be ok with leaving the room, he'd be more able to withstand anything they might say.

He felt so alone without him, like it was him against the world, like there was a constant threat of attack.

He sat up and pulled out his phone, checking to see if Ludwig had texted him, he hadn't.

He was so thirsty, and hungry now he thought about it.

He held his phone tight in his hand and forced himself to get up, taking a moment to adjust his binder, hoping against hope that they wouldn't mention it.

Slowly he opened his door, walking quietly through the hall and down the stairs, making his way tentatively to the kitchen.

He opened the door, keeping his head down and walking to the sink.

"Feli," Elizabeth cooed from the stove.

Feliciano felt himself bite the inside of his cheek at the name; he knew exactly why she'd started calling him 'Feli' instead of Feliciano or Feliciana. She didn't want to offend him but didn't want to validate him.

He let out a soft sigh, turning his head to smile at her, "Yeah?" he said sweetly.

"We're almost done cooking, do you want some?"

Feliciano glanced at the food; it smelt amazing and he was hungry, he swallowed hard, still smiling a fake smile, "Sure," he said happily, "That sounds great."

"Gilbert's coming over soon, why don't you get dressed into something nice?"

Feliciano paused for a moment, he had nothing nice, all his clothes were casual other than one shirt he'd bought for work, and that was in the wash. "I don't have anything…"

Elizabeth smiled and patted his arm, "Don't be silly, you have loads of dresses and stuff you could wear."

Feliciano frowned, he shifted uncomfortably and bit his lip softly, the urge to correct her overwhelming him. "I don't wear dresses anymore Elizabeth," he said, louder than he meant to.

She straightened herself, frowning slightly, "Well it's either you wear something nice or you go upstairs."

"But Gilbert's seen me wearing this stuff before, I don't get it, why do I have to wear a dress?"

Elizabeth let out a huff, "We're going to be dressed up, Gilbert's going to be wearing a suit, do you have any idea how hard it was to get him to agree to wear a suit?"

Feliciano frowned, glancing down at his feet, "I'll just have my food upstairs then," he said quietly.

"Well, if you change your mind you're welcome to come down."

Feliciano blinked back tears, walking quickly past her and heading to his room, closing the door and locking it.

He seemed to spend most of his time up here now, it wasn't that anyone made comments about him being trans but… He knew they thought them. Even now Elizabeth and Roderich were probably talking about how he should get over himself and wear a dress, but he didn't want to, the thought of wearing a dress hurt him, he'd not worn any female clothing for a week, since he got his binder, and he wouldn't start again now.

He sat on his bed, sighing and pulling his laptop to him, he got up tumblr and began to scroll, hoping pictures of pretty men and puppies would make him feel better.

He wanted to speak to Ludwig, but he felt like lately all he'd done was moan to him, he didn't want to call him every time he felt bad. He wasn't even sure he'd be in, he looked at his phone, checking his messages, the last message Ludwig had sent him was 30 minutes ago. Why had he stopped talking?

He sighed, returning to tumblr and trying to clear his mind.

A few minutes later he heard the front door to the house open, his head perking up at the sound of Gilbert's voice, being greeted by Elizabeth.

Her tone changed slightly, and Feli felt himself smile at the sound of another voice, he moved to his door and opened it, listening to the conversation downstairs.

"I'm afraid I might not have made enough for you too Ludwig," he heard Elizabeth's voice say apologetically.

"That's ok," he heard Ludwig say, "I just wanted to come and see Feliciano, I'm not really hungry anyway."

"Oh," Elizabeth said, relieved, "she-uh… he's upstairs, and in a bad mood I think," she chuckled softly.

Feliciano stepped back, closing the door and staring at it, smiling to himself as he heard Ludwig's large form move up the stairs.

His smile widened as he heard a knock on the door, opening it with a smile and seeing Ludwig looking down at him, wearing a gorgeous, well fitting black suit.

"Feliciano," Ludwig purred, stepping into the room, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Feliciano cooed, lifting himself up to kiss him, closing his eyes and letting out a soft hum. "You look nice. How are you?"

"Good," Ludwig said, moving his hand to Feli's hip, "What about you? Elizabeth said you were upset about something."

Feliciano sighed softly and pulled away, glancing down, "I'm upset with her." He sat on the bed, "She's saying I'm not allowed downstairs unless I wear something nice, and I don't have any nice clothes anymore."

Ludwig frowned, walking into the room and standing in front of the bed, "Well it's ok, we can spend the whole evening up here together."

Feliciano smiled softly, "I'd love that, come and sit with me."

The larger man complied, sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm round his shoulders, letting him lean into his chest.

Feliciano closed his eyes and exhaled softly, listening to his heartbeat and hugging him softly, "I missed you," he said again.

"Four days is too long," Ludwig replied. He felt Feliciano's hand press on his chest, urging him to lay back on the bed, he smiled weakly, "What are you doing Feli?" he asked quietly.

"I just want to lay with you a little bit, per favore. I need to calm down."

He nodded, wrapping his hand around him and pulling him closer, letting him run his hand over his chest, resting his head against his chest, hoping that the soft beat would make him feel better, let him know someone was here for him.

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