Chapter Three

Feliciano walked around the house. It was messy, but it would be clean in a matter of days. Not that he would knw that of course. He barely knows the people that live here. The house was rather large for one man. Oh, and the woman he lived with as well. What was her name again? Elizabeta? Could be.

He roamed around the kitchen. It was nice. A little small, but it was cozy. Nice wood floors, wooden cabinets, a fresh-looking oven, overall, it was pretty nice. Feliciano turned out of the kitchen and down the hallway. The hallway had dark wooden floors. The wall was painted with a nice tan. They were decorated with paintings placed inside frames. Seeing a door on his right, Feliciano turned to look at the next room. It was the living room. This room was quite large compared to the kitchen. The floors were carpet and there were a few couches against the walls. There was a tiny piano in the middle of the room. Other than all the furniture, it was spacious. The piano didn't take up much of the space. There was a large window that viewed the town, but considering the mess outside, they were covered by curtains. This room seemed to be clean of all dirt, wood and any other things that might have dropped by in the room.

As the Italian kept walking, he was faced with a large set of stairs. He climbed up, trying to avoid all the loose wood and dirt. Just when he reached the top step, he had bumped into a figure that had made him loose his balance and roll off the stairs. He fell on the floor and multiple pieces of wood. Feeling the sudden burst of pain, Feliciano started to cry. His eyes were flooded with tears. The figure he had ran into ran down the stairs. Feliciano soon felt himself in a pair of arms. He looked up at the most beautiful face he had ever seen. It was a woman with the longest brown hair ever. On top of her head was a bandana tied around her hair. She had green eyes that seemed to be frightened by his fall. The boy stopped crying as he looked at what he thought was an angel.

"Are you alright?" she asked with the most angelic voice. Feliciano just smiled and nodded.

The woman smiled and her face seemed to be relieved of her worry. Her and Feliciano's head shot up as they both heard footsteps racing across the house. The footsteps had belonged to Roderich and Ludwig. They had a worried look on their faces as well as kind of an exausted look. Ludwig was the first of the two to speed walk towards Feliciano. Roderich quickly follwed behind him.

"Is he okay? Is he dead?" Ludwig asked the woman with concern. It's been a long day, the last thing he wanted was a dead child on his hands.

"He's fine," replied the woman.

"What happened to him, Elizabeta?" Roderich asked. So, this was Elizabeta. This beautful, angelic woman was Elizabeta. Feliciano never imagined her to be this amazing.

"Oh... Um... He fell down the stairs. Or... More like rolled off." Elizabeta didn't want to tell them she was the reason that he had fell.

"Oh dear," Ludwig said as he took him into his arms, "is he alright?" Feliciano answered the question with a nod. Even though Ludwig was asking Elizabeta, he had a feeling that the two men wouldn't really believe her if she said yes.

"So who is this little boy? What's he doing here?" Elizabeta asked as she smiled. She did think that Feliciano was the cutest little boy ever, but she was confused as to why he was even here.

"Well," Roderich replied, "this is Feliciano. Starting today, we're going to be raising him." Elizabeta looked at Roderich with a serious face.

"Really, are you sure?"

"As I'll ever be." Ludwig looked at the two and winced. He had convinced Roderich, but he didn't think that Elizabeta would need to be convinced as well.

Just as Ludwig was about to say something, Elizabeta's eyes widened, and her lips formed the biggest smile. She squealed and jumped around, clapping her hands. She grabbed Feliciano out of Ludwig's arms and swinged him around. She ran over to Roderich and pecked him on the lips. Roderich raised an eyebrow as his lips parted a bit in surprise. His glasses were slightly tilted and his cheeks were lightly brushed with red. Ludwig chuckled a bit at Roderich's face. Roderich shot his head to Ludwig and glared at him. The red on his cheeks were gone, and he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"You will never speak of this," Roderich said to Ludwig. Ludwig did his best to not laugh and nodded his head. Roderich turned to walk away and continue to clean. Ludwig watched Elizabeta and Feliciano spinning and jumping around with the woman's constant "yay!". He smiled a bit as he looked at the two. He was glad that Feliciano was being placed in a good home.

A couple hours had passed. Elizabeta gave Feliciano a tour of the house. Ludwig helped out with the cleaning. Roderich had gotten embarrassed about the picture he left with Vash. After all that, Ludwig decided it was time to leave. The three watched by the door as Ludwig waved at them. As they waved back, Elizabeta and Roderich saw Feliciano run outside to Ludwig.

"What are you doing? This is your home now." Ludwig squated down to the little Italian and looked at him with confusion.

"I want a hug!" Feliciano shouted. He wrapped his little arms around the German's neck. Ludwig looked a little shocked at first, but smiled and hugged him back.

Feliciano released his arms. He looked at Ludwig with tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ludwig asked.

"Are you leaving me?" Feliciano asked while a few tears dropped.

"No, I'm not. I'll be back, I promise. I'll visit as much as I can. Don't worry."

"You promise?" The boy held out his small pinkie to Ludwig.

"I promise." Ludwig wrapped his large pinkie around Feliciano's. They both smiled at each other. Ludwig stood up and walked off.

"Good bye, Feliciano. I promise I'll visit soon!" With that, he left.

Feliciano ran inside the house and into Elizabeta's dress. He wrapped his arms around her legs and smiled. She smiled as well as Roderich. Maybe raising a little boy woudn't be all that bad.

Elizabeta carried Feliciano up the now clean stairs. She gave him a nice bath. According to Roderich, he desperately needed one. After the bath, Elizabeta carried him to the guest room and gave Feliciano some of Roderich's old clothes for pajamas. She tucked him in and waited until he fell asleep. Roderich stood at the doorway of the guest room. Elizabeta saw him and smiled.

"Admit it, you love having him here," she said.

"Well... I guess having him around won't be so bad. But it hasn't even been a day yet, we still don't know how much trouble he really is."

"Oh, come on. He's adorable. Besides, I really doubt he could cause that much trouble. He's been a darling."

"Oh well. Let's just see how he'll behave tomorrow." Roderich and Elizabeta left the room. She turned out the lights and closed the door. She smiled to herself. She knew Roderich loved him. He just has a hard time admitting things.

Author's Note:

Hey, guys! Sorry about the wait. I've just been on vacation. I'm in the car right now, and my computer's about to die. Let me say this while I can. Last chapter with Vash and Lili was just me realizing that Ludwig didn't know Feliciano's name yet. So I created that scene to just make sure. Also, if I spell anything wrong or I make grammar mistakes, I have word pad, so I don't have spell check. Okay, my computer's about to die. Bye!

Hey, I just got out of the car. I've been in it all day. I am too tired. It started out at four in the morning and ended around eleven at night. I'm way tired, and I'm ready to go to sleep. I hope you guys enjoy this story. Good night! (At least where I'm from).