The pounding beats and the flashing lights of the club were doing nothing for the migraine that Ludwig could already feel forming within his skull. And the fact that there had so far been no alcohol consumption on his part, making this whole situation much worse than it needed to be. Although they were in the heart of Berlin, the club they'd chosen was lacking in good German bier, that and Gilbert had drawn Large black X's across the back of his hands during the drive from base to the club; this marked him as the designated driver for the semi-large group of military men. And the fact that his was a club made it worse, and normally he'd decline the offer to accompany his elder brother on these escapades. However, for some reason he'd felt the need to join.

Flashy-back

It was good, however, that he had, because when he'd stepped out of his room he saw Feliciano conversing with Francis behind his brother, Lovino, who was currently trying to pry an excited Spanish man from around his neck.

"Bruderlien!" Gilbert said loudly. "We're gonna get laid tonight!"

"Oui, Mon Ami" Francis agreed while Ludwig resisted the urge to introduce his face and palm. He snuck a peek at Feliciano. The boy- no, man- looked as Ludwig remembered from his teenage years. During the ten years of separation his little Italian had lost some of the soft roundness in his face, and his limbs had certainly filled out, and though they were thin it was pure strength. Everything about Feliciano was the complete opposite from his appearance to his personality, and GOTT did he love it.

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While Feliciano was the main reason for his going; but there was also a small part of him wanting to make sure that his brother and friends didn't land themselves in jail...again. And he certainly didn't want another woman claiming that Gilbert or himself had gotten her pregnant. For some reason, this occurred to the brothers nearly as much as Gilbert spent the night in the drunk tank; and to be honest that was quite a bit, even considering that Ludwig is gay.

Actually, in truth, Ludwig had had done some pretty stupid things whilst being drunk and they'd had to have been done under extreme amounts of the drink. He didn't get arrested like his brother often did, but he often woke up the next morning usually in some touring Italian man's bed... that fact had always stayed the same, and the closer they looked to Feli, the more he scolded himself for it. Well that thought was a sure fire way to get Lovino to castrate and possibly disembowel him, Ludwig thought as he looked out to the dance floor where Feliciano was currently dancing with his bad-tempered elder brother.

"Oi, Lud. Why aren't ya drinking t'night?" the barmaid asked, her heavy Irish accent making the words sound odd. She picked up his glass of water and dumped it in the sink behind her. "I see them X's but they don' really mean t' much t' me." she flicked back her blonde hair- which to be honest it had just as much crimson locks in it as it did blonde- and flipped the tap on the more expensive brands of Bier in the place.

"I have to stay sober tonight" Ludwig said as he began to push the pint away.

"You're gonna give up the chance for free beer? Is it 'cause of that lil' Italian man ye' came with?" she asked. "Ya'know the one that keeps on starin' at 'cha?" Ludwig blushed and discreetly glanced at where Feliciano was dancing, sure enough he was staring. This made Ludwig's blush deepen quite a bit.

"We used to eh...ahem... date. But he probably doesn't remember me..." he hid his face by taking a long swig of the alcohol. If it weren't for her younger brother having been one of the messengers between the British and German armies, Ludwig wouldn't know her making it so that later he'd be cursing her brother and blaming it on him that he had to have this extremely embarrassing conversation. Well that and the fact that she was often the one that his brothers friends called to bail them out when Ludwig wouldn't.

"Are ye' sure? Because 'e seems 'noyed tha' ya ain't payin' him no 'ttention." she said while filling another mug. "Well, that or 'e thinks ya are flirtin'. 'e is comin' over now" he turned his head to look at Feliciano again, and sure enough the younger man was headed towards the pair the annoyed look disappeared behind a bright smile as soon as he saw Ludwig turn.

"Ve~ Mr. Ludwig do you dance?" he asked skipping over. He looked at the barwoman. "Ciao Bella, do you have wine?" she smiled and lifted a wine glass from the over hang above the beer tap.

"French or Italian, hun?" she asked, her accent completely disappeared. Ludwig stared at her in surprise at the sudden change in her speech. "It's easier for foreigners to understand me." she responded to his questioning look.

"Italia per favore" he turned back to Ludwig "we should dance. I really like to dance, and you look like you'd be good at it, even though you're German. Fratello says that Germans can't dance, but he also says big brother Antonio can't dance even though he likes to dance with him a lot." he continued to ramble on about dancing for a few minutes before shifting his topics to pasta. This gave Ludwig enough time to not realize that the barwoman had refilled his mug a good 7 times and Feliciano's glass a few times as well. Both men had a slight blush weather it is from being drunk, or it being from the proximity to each other after their mutual past. Feliciano was giggling yet stopped as Ludwig took a swig of his alcohol. "Let's dance!" Ludwig might have been horrified of dancing when he was sober, or not at a formal militia event. However, the alcohol had been flowing through his veins in a weird mix of tipsy and full out fall-on-your-ass drunk.

"Ja! Let's go" with that he grabbed Feliciano and began dragging him to the middle of the dance floor. Feliciano marveled at the ease Ludwig's large form had to get them through the thick mass of dancing people. What surprised Feliciano the most was that, though most of the men and women had larger forms, Ludwig surpassed them in muscle mass. Once they were near the center of the floor, Feliciano used as much strength his drunken demeanor would allow him to have, to stop Ludwig. He forced his body to move with the fast beat of the song; soon Ludwig joined the smaller man. The people dancing around them forced the pair into basically sticking to each other. This created the friction that eventually had both man gasping through the humid air, both were covered in a thick layer of sweat, each wishing that their past relationship hadn't ended before. They missed this, and unknowing that the other felt the same. They weaved through the crowd after a few songs to grab more alcohol and to cool down. They laughed and took the glass and pint from the waiting barwoman.

"Danke frauline Dinne" Ludwig said causing her to scowl at the mashed and chopped pronunciation of her name caused by his drunken accent.

"Ludwig, if you ev'r say m' name l'ke th't 'gain I w'll castrat' y'u" Ludwig dropped the conversation with her to pay more attention to the hot Italian man next to him.

Feliciano giggled however his face became serious as he asked the question he'd been pondering since he first saw Ludwig earlier that morning. "Why did you leave?" his words sounded like a whisper compared to the pounding beats of the music playing behind the two men. Ludwig's own face became curious as he tried to hide that he knew exactly what the tanned man was talking about, the same way he'd done with the mans elder brother that morning.

"What are you talking about Herr Vargas?" Ludwig asked= his voice did not waver like it ha before.

"DON'T PLAY THAT GAME WITH ME LUDWIG BELISCHMIDT" Feliciano growled uncharacteristically. His face shifted into a scowl making him look more like his angrier family member. "I may be military, but I grew up mafia. I know when someone is lying to me." though he had no real reason to be angry, yet all the same, he was.

AN- I FINALLY GOT IT! YAY! I was working in another state when it came so I was super excited. In fact I didn't even care when I found it wrapped up in a Union Jack (I'm not fond of many British people, because their accents are annoying).

PLEASE REVIEW! And hopefully now that I don't have to walk a mile just to type each chapter then I will update more frequently.