When Feliciano ran off Ludwig didn't know what to say. Did Feliciano know what he was going to say and just didn't want to hear it? Did Feliciano know that he was just about to tell him that he loved him? He absolutely did not know. Rooted in his spot on the sidewalk Ludwig just blinked a blank expression plastered on his face. Shaking himself out of his stupor Ludwig slowly began trudging his way to his house. When he neared the door he turned the knob, opened it and was immediately hit with a face full of smoke. He also heard the fire alarm going off and screaming coming from the shadowy figure that was standing within the billowing mass.
"Oh, my God!" Ludwig yelled, turning in the direction of the fire extinguisher. He smashed the glass casing with his fist and began spraying into the blackness where the angry light of the flames could be seen. Ludwig continued spraying until the smoke began to clear and a foam covered form stepped out of the slightly charred kitchen.
"LUDWIG! You ruined my pizza pockets!" Gilbert wined. Gilbert was Ludwig's brother. He had white blonde hair and piercing red eyes. Gilbert was also a few years older than Ludwig, but he sure didn't act like it.
"Wha-" Ludwig started to ask, staring dumbfounded at his brother, "Gil, the pizza pockets were already ruined before I decided to save your ass." Ludwig began to rub his temple. He could feel a headache coming on. Gilbert crossed his arms,
"They still could have been good."
"The kitchen sure wouldn't have been good!" Ludwig said staring past Gilbert's shoulder and into the slightly burnt kitchen. He knew he was starting to lose his temper, and when that happened it was not pretty.
"We could have gotten it fixed!"
"It sure would've cost a lot more than a new box of pizza pockets!" Ludwig had finally lost it. He still wasn't in the best mood since Feliciano had run away from him, and he sure wasn't going to take any shit from his brother.
"Awwww, is little Ludi at his time of the month again?" Gilbert teased, putting on his best look of false sympathy. By now Ludwig was positively fuming. Oh yes, his brother was going to pay for this. Trying to ignore his cackling sibling as much as possible Ludwig stormed past Gilbert, up the stairs, and into his room. He tossed his backpack onto the ground causing its contents to spill out onto the ground. Ludwig ignored this for now and flopped himself facedown on his bed. He felt miserable. All he wanted to do was be able to openly love Feliciano, but obviously Feli didn't want anything to do with him. Was he really that undesirable that not even his best friend that he had known all his life didn't want him? He hoped not. Ludwig did not cry. He had always prided himself on being able to hold strong in even the toughest situations. No, he would not let himself cry. Even though he told himself this, his body betrayed him. Large tears began to roll down his cheeks and he silently cried to himself. What a terrible day this had been. Why did Feliciano run away from him? Was it something that he had said? Come to think of it Feliciano had been a bit more edgy around him lately. Well, whatever it was it didn't bode well with him.
"Ughhhhh…" Ludwig groaned. Maybe he should call Feliciano. No, not call Ludwig thought. He really didn't trust his voice right now, so instead he opted for texting Feliciano instead. Ludwig rolled over to his left and snatched his phone from his dresser.
"Hey Feli, Y U run away from me earlier? D:" He typed. Ludwig sent the text and lay back down on the bed.
"Ludwig!" A panicked voice yelled from downstairs. The sickly smell of smoke drifted quickly to Ludwig's nose. Looked like Gilbert was going to need to be saved from the burning pizza pockets… again.