If one were to travel several miles out from the city; ways from Hetalia Corp, one would find themselves entering a couple of quaint little suburbs. Newly planted families and their cookie cutter houses dotted the asphalt subdivisions and neighborhoods; weeding their gardens and watching children learn to walk. Once one came past those homes, they came into the land of mansions. With miles in between, large homes dot the green fields. Occasionally one could see a horse and a couple of stables. If they kept going, they would come to the end of the road, with a sign titled "DEAD END". At that end of that road was the grandest, most beautiful home of them all, and in its driveway was a Lamborghini Aventador.
Inside this neutral toned, but welcoming home, one would find a pair of shoes and socks in the foyer. A couple feet after there would be pants, a button up blue shirt, and a jacket thrown helter skelter. If one kept going, they would eventually become acquainted with a pair of green boxer-briefs with the name Feliciano Vargas embroidered lovingly into the waistband in white thread. But the scene on the couch in the living room would fill that person's heart with such sadness that they would not have the strength to go on.
Beside a sticky black remote rested an empty ice-cream tub (chocolate-the flavor of grieving), some spent tissues, and its accompanying box of new ones. On the TV there was a Telanovela playing which if Feliciano paid close enough attention to he could understand. But he wasn't really listening to what was happening to Francisca and Roberto, all he could think about was… you know.
Cuddled in a blue fleece blanket, he sniveled and wiped his nose once more. His head ached from crying, but his heart felt like it was heavy with stones. No, it was crushed, Ludwig had crushed his heart. "L-ludwig!" he sobbed again, wiping the pouring tears from his eyes. "Y-you tease! You bully!" he cried harder, covering his blanket in clear lines of mucus and tears. "Ludwig…" he covered his face.
Feliciano's family had always had money; they came from old money before the war, and effectively held onto it throughout. When Feliciano was twelve, his Mama came down with a horrible sickness that overcame her. She did not survive.
It had been difficult to imagine life without Mama; Father (since he did not deserve to be called Papa) had left long ago with a woman with long hair. Feliciano and his brother both lived on, they were raised in a large villa with their grandparents. Grandfather made wine and sold it to foreigners, mostly Americans because they thought any Italian wine was "Fine Wine". But, Mama's death took a toll on Grandmother, who was already in poor health. She died two years after Mama. Grandfather was sad, but busied himself with raising his grandsons into adulthood. But soon, Grandfather began to wilt, and sent them to live in America.
"You don't have to get any jobs. You will live in a home I have had out there for a while. I wanted to have us all go there… But it will be good for two young men." Grandfather kissed their cheeks and sent them off with a yell and a good bye wave as their plane departed. Feliciano cried the entire flight to America, much to Lovino's chagrin.
Lovino knew some English, but Feliciano was completely helpless at markets and shops trying to buy things. Soon Lovino realized that enough was enough.
"Perhaps you should get a job. It will help you learn the language better. " Lovino suggested as he put on his own working clothes. Feliciano thought over this, and after trying to land several jobs, Lovino took him to where he worked-Hetalia Corp.
So, Hetalia Corp-keeping up with their "We hire around the world" image, hired him on as a mail room worker. Simple enough.
After three months of crying, paper cuts, misplaced stamps, and learning how to tie shoes, Feliciano effectively learned some English and how to work the mail room.
It was when he was on his first delivery to the upper floors that he met… you know.
It was Antonio who introduced them- someone who spoke Spanish, but also Italian-Ludwig had been getting coffee, and had been rubbing the sleep from his eyes that early morning. When those hands came down to reveal the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen, Feliciano could've just died.
Oh, he was so tall, and so handsome. His hair was almost white it was so blonde, and his skin was white like snow. It wasn't pink like Ivan's, but white. To Feliciano, this-this god in front of him was a prince, and Feliciano was a lowly servant.
Oh, oh he should've just gotten on his knees and just-
"Hello." The blonde man nodded at him. "I am Ludwig." He held out his hand and smiled pensively.
Feliciano-knowing this greeting- took it with both hands and shook vigorously. "I am Feliciano! Feliciano Vargas! Nice to meet you!" he greeted warmly in garbled English.
Antonio laughed a little when Ludwig's expression changed a bit to that of confusion. "His English is still improving." The blonde man nodded. "Ah, I see. We were all like that at first." He said as he removed his hand from Feliciano's grasp, clenching and unclenching his fingers before letting them disappear into his pants pocket.
"Yes! Yes! Treat me well!" Feliciano carried on a bit about himself before Antonio reminded him that Ludwig had to go back to work.
That night, Lovino stayed at Antonio's for their monthly movie/fun/none-of-your-business-Feliciano nights, and Feliciano furiously made love to himself with Ludwig's name desperately on his lips.
Many nights after he did that same, and carefully made sure to look out for Ludwig everywhere. It wouldn't have made sense for Ludwig to use the bathroom on one of the lower floors when there was one on his, but Feliciano checked anyway, he saw him at lunch in the cafeteria, outside occasionally standing with Antonio as he smoked, and sometimes (if he was lucky!) he could sneak a peek over his cubicle and get a good look at the muscular back of the German man while delivering mail on his floor. He learned that Ludwig was quiet, and never spoke German except for very quietly on the phone with someone for a couple minutes during the day. He rubbed his temples when involved with his brother Gilbert, and he often ate by himself.
It made Feliciano sad to watch the man he loved eat alone, but if he went over there it would be suspicious to others, and Ludwig already seemed so uncomfortable with himself… So Feliciano sighed and watched from afar as Francis and Antonio asked him about his love life.
"There is someone… But they…" he 've-ed' a bit. "They do not notice me..."
Francis swooned, before gasping. "They do not notice you? The Feliciano Vargas? The man with the beauty and the money! How could she not!" Francis smirked a little. "Unless... This is not a she?"
"W-what?"
"Now, now Francis." Antonio interrupted nervously, "Don't make such rash assumptions… Feliciano maybe does not wish to talk about it. Let's leave it be."
"But-"
"Leave it alone!" Antonio snapped before returning to his salad, picking at its contents with too much interest.
After that, Lovino stayed home for a while, murmuring about a stupid Spaniard and how it was none of Feliciano's business.
And so, Feliciano's and Ludwig's relationship stayed like that. It was purely work related; he never interacted outside ever with Ludwig.
Except one fateful night after work at Vinci.
Feliciano often went to meet with friends and play games, but when he saw that hunched over blonde who looked so helpless… He couldn't resist! And so, he abandoned his friends and settled by Ludwig at the bar.
But… he didn't expect Ludwig to be so…dismissive of their relationship (or lack thereof). It was heartbreaking-it brought back everything to the surface, and Feliciano fled the scene-tears in his eyes. He could've believe that Ludwig didn't even see him as a friend. How could he do this Feliciano he was so mean and rude and hurtful and oh Ludwig!
When Ludwig chased him… It all came out.
"I love you." He sputtered. "Oh, Ludwig, please love me back, because I love you very much. I think you're cool and strong and can tie shoes and do pushups without crying and you're so handsome and-" the list went on and on. And Ludwig, with warmth in his clear blue eyes kissed him.
Oh… Ve! The blonde's lips were softer than he could've imagined, he felt like Scarlet O'Hara of Gone with the Wind! Ludwig was Rhett and… It was going to end a lot more happy than they actual book Lovino had read to him for his Literature class.
Feliciano grappled on to that thick jacket and held on for dear life. He kissed and Ludwig kissed back, it was so innocent-yet so…
They were boyfriends. This, this was a boyfriend kiss. They were boyfriends kissing and Feliciano was so happy and-
He wanted more.
God, it was hot.
"L-ludwig." He whimpered.
Suddenly they were at his house. They car ride there a blur to his hot mess of a body.
Lips were on his shoulder.
His hands reached lower and so did those big pale ones.
And grabbed-
Feliciano sobbed harder into his blanket. He couldn't believe himself! He had given his body someone who hated him! Who used him! Ludwig had taken advantage of him!
After several snot smearing sessions, Feliciano deemed the blanket unfit for use of cuddling and stood up to deposit it in the washer in the back room. After a couple minutes trying to figure out the mechanism, Feliciano heard a key in the tumbler of the front door and foot-steps.
"FELICIANO!"
He started to sob.
"L-Lovino!" running as fast as he could, he tumbled into his brother's arms.
"Feli! Where are your clothes?"
"S-somewhere."
"Err… I'll wait outside." Antonio mumbled and shuffled outside.
"Feliciano." Lovnio guided him to the couch- glancing over the battlefield of grieving and turned off Feliciano's Telanovela.
"What happened? Where did that bastard hurt you?"
Feliciano reached towards his chest.
"M-my heart."
"…Feli, its one the left side."
The latter moved his hand.
"No, the other left."
"It doesn't matter!" he sobbed, reaching to hold his brother again. "Ludwig is horrible! He said he was my boyfriend but he just used me!"
Lovino cursed under his breath. "Stupid Krauts… Feli you just have to get over him. He's rotten and stupid and big and dumb and find yourself a good Italian man-"
"They love women too much!" Feliciano sobbed. "There are no gay Italian men for me! They are all taken!"
Lovino sighed, carefully running his fingers through his brother's thick brown hair. "You must… I don't know Feli! I'm not a rocket scientist or a shrink! GOD!" Lovino wrung his hands.
Muffled sobs came from his naked brother. And Lovino patted his head.
"Feli… I'll take care of it. I'm the oldest."
"B-by four minutes!"
Lovino scowled, "Shut up I hate you!"
"Lovino I love you!"
The eldest sighed and rubbed his brother's mop of hair some more "I love you too."
After a relatively horrible and uncomfortable day at work, Ludwig quickly made his way to his car, hoping to just go home and sleep on his sofa while Gilbert rented porn and ate popcorn. That's all he could ask for really after a day of feeling guilty for something...
But-
"HEY ASSHOLE!"
It wouldn't just end.
Cringing, and carefully clicking the unlock on his key fob, Ludwig turned around to face… Feliciano?
"Feli-"
"WRONG! That's my twin. My younger twin. And I have to stand up for my little brother!" the brunette firmly planted his feet on the asphalt and carefully clenched his hands. "Listen you! I have relatives in Bayern!"
"Alright?" Ludwig looked confused by this.
The brunette's face turned red slightly. "You upset my brother! You told him you were his boyfriend and then broke his heart!"
"What? I wasn't even his boyfriend! Feliciano made that up!"
"Why would he do that?"
"I have no idea!"
"Well you need to apologize before I make you!"
Ludwig crossed his arms and rocked back on his heels. "Make me?"
The brunette wilted a little. "Yes! My relatives-"
"Yes, yes, Bayern, I know. Now, I will apologize to Feliciano when he returns to work for my behav-"
"No! You have to go visit him! He's depressed! You have to say you are sorry for not being his boyfriend and lying!"
"What?"
Lovino shook vigorously. "My Grandfather knows your boss and I'll make him report you! AND I'll tell my relatives in Bayern!"
Well, that was something that could not be argued with. Ludwig needed his job. And even if this… This evil twin was bluffing… He couldn't risk it.
Dignity be damned.
"Fine. I will go over there tomorrow. What is the address?"
A/N- I totally meant to get this out sooner than when I did! I apologize! I am slowly but surely typing out chapter 3! Its actually very close to being down and will be a relatively good sized chapter.
I beta'd this chapter myself, so please forgive any errors I overlooked!
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