AN- The prologue is when Feliciano is 16, and Ludwig is 17. The main story is set 10 years AFTER that so they are 26 and 27 respectively. They story is set in modern times because I suck at writing things in history.
"Loser! How dare you show your face now?" lovino screamed as soon as they were far enough from the room that Feliciano occupied. He didn't need to hear about this, he'd just gotten over the bastard.
The scream startled ludwig from his trance like state. "…What?" he asked, intending for it to sound intimidating and slightly curious, making it seem as though he had no idea what the burnette man was asking. But he did, and his voice cracked just enough to betray him.
Lovino scoffed at the blonde. "Don't try to put the moves on him. And do not, I repeat DO NOT let him catch on the fact that you're that potato freak." He turned and marched away to his sleaping quarters.
"As if he'd forgiven me" the german seemed like a small child in that moment. He could feel the fatigue and intense need to cry wash over him as though he'd just stepped from a warm house into the cold of winter. He reached he reached his left hand up to touch his right shoulder feeling the small tattoo, one of a set and the only one on his body.
"Vee~! Mr. Ludwig, have you seen mia fratello?" Ludwig dropped his hand quickly. Did Feliciano see that? He could've had his own tattoo removed, and forgotten about it. However, Ludwig felt the need to hide it.
"Ja, he just left." Ludwig said straightening and turning his head enough that all Feliciano could see of his face was his profile.
"Really? Vee~ okay!" Feliciano said happily, Ludwig noted that his personality had not changed, though his face was much more mature than the last time he'd seen him. Feliciano thought for a moment before staring at Ludwig, of whom was finally able to tear his eyes from the small man and was beginning to leave but stopped in his tracks. When he heard Feliciano state aloud "Vee~ he really looks, acts, and sounds the same as then." It seemed as though he was speaking to himself so Ludwig began walking again the only indication that he'd heard was his quickened pace.
Please don't let Gilbert see me. He thought rushing towards his sleeping quarters. Just as he opened the door, Gilbert steped out from his own room across the hall.
"West" Gilbert yelled, this caused ludwig to straighten his standing position. "You're coming with Francis, Antonio, and my awesome self to pick up chicks tonight. Well not Toni cuz he's got a girlfriend/ boyfriend/ androgenous gender confused thing." Gilbert smiled "dress awesome, just not more than me; though that's probably impossible!" with that he left.
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"Do not, I repeat do not let him catch on that you're that potato bastard." The words played, and re-played through Feliciano's head. Lovino was a caring brother he knew, but sometimes he went a little overboard. He was too protective of him, granted he wasn't exactly the brightest or toughest but he could be if he wanted. Feliciano was lost in thought as he made pasta over the small burner he'd brought. Felicano was this way until his brother walked in as he was sitting. He stood back up to get Lovino a plate.
"I'm going out to pick up chicks with that spanish idiot and his friends, you want to come?" Lovino asked trying to get his brother away from the camp, lest he be left here to run into that German creep. Feliciano smiled at both the invitation, and refusal to admit that Antonio was really his lover.
"Vee~ sure Lovi! But are you sure I wont be bugging you gu—" he was cut off by his brothers sharp voice saying no.
"NO. shut up, you're coming." With that Lovino left, only to come back a moment later—mumbling something about stupid Germans having wurst for brains. He grabbed a plate of past then proceeded to leave the room again; heating his food the whole way. Feliciano laughed softly, the only way he's laughed since he was 16.
He instinctively reached up to touch the cross he wore around his neck. His own was probably a fake that was given to him as a form of consolation. So why didn't he want to remove it? Did he still love Ludwig? Probably and he knew that Ludwig recognized him, just by the fact that he was touching the area where he knew had been tattooed with italian words of love. Feliciano touched his own tattoo, it had hurt and the words didn't sound as pretty when said, but he loved it. So the big question was, was Ludwig embarrassed at being found by an ex-lover (or toy, Felician still hadn't exatly figured out which he was in all these ten years), or was he embarrassed that he'd left without a word and still loved Feliciano. He doubted it, but it was a nice thought.
It's probably the former, but he's still so cute when he's embarrassed. He thought befor Lovino burst into his room.
"we're leaving now Feli!"
AN: I have a surprise for dear Ludi in chapter 3. I haven't written it yet but still, it's planned.