part 2

Feliciano rested his head on the window of his tour bus, putting his feet up and staring out at the German countryside. He was still smiling, he hadn't been able to stop since the concert, his throat was sore and his eyes ached but the smile stayed stubborn on his face. Since that boy had called him handsome.

Handsome, he'd never been called handsome. Pretty, cute, talented… not handsome.

Romano tapped Feliciano's foot, "Don't put your dirty feet on my seat, idiot," he frowned.

"Sorry, Romano," Feliciano said quietly in response, tucking his seat under his chair. "…There's nothing on tv."

"Says you," Romano smirked, taking the remote and flicking through the channels. "You seem happy," he observed.

Feliciano nodded, deciding not to expand on Romano's point. He raised himself from his chair to get his laptop, trying to remember the boys name.

Ludwig… what was his last name? He typed in his best guess, and the search engine fixed his mistake. 'Ludwig Belischmidt'. Feliciano smiled again, it was such a weird name, Germans had such funny names.

He scrolled down, the first entry being Facebook, only one Ludwig Beilschmidt in the city.

He looked at his profile, his last status made more than a month ago, very few photos, it was definitely him, but he didn't seem very active on the site. Was there any point in leaving a message if he might not get it?

He'd leave one anyway.

What should he say?

"Romano?" he asked softly, "What would you say to a fan?"

Romano frowned, "I don't talk to fans, not here, you know I don't speak German."

Feliciano huffed slightly, regretting asking the question, "Ok… If it was a pretty Italian o-or Spanish girl, a fan, what would you say to her?"

"They normally talk to you first. I don't understand Feli, what are you talking about?" Romano said loudly, shaking his head and turning up the volume on the tv, obviously wanting the conversation to end.

Feliciano pulled up a message box, the curser hovering over it. Romano was right, usually the fans were the first one to talk. Feliciano hadn't started a conversation with anyone who wasn't his brother in what felt like weeks.

He frowned more so, a realisation hitting him; What if Ludwig couldn't read Italian? He could speak it but he knew that didn't mean he could read or write it, Feliciano could speak basic German but he couldn't read or write more than three words of it.

He'd try anyway, there was translation software on the internet he was sure Ludwig would be able to understand.

He exhaled slowly, beginning to type, 'Hello Ludwig. This is Feliciano Vargas, you spoke to me a couple of days ago at the concert and you called me handsome, I just wanted to say hello, your comment made me happy.'

He sent the message and bit his lip, smiling slightly.

Now all he had to do was wait.

He sighed and tried to busy himself by watching videos and writing an entry for his personal blog, he kept the facebook tab open, hoping he would get a response but knowing he probably wouldn't get one for a while.

After a few minutes he sighed, his eyes flicking to the tab. He clicked it and looked through the few photos there, he recognised one of the men from the concert, the one with stark white hair.

He looked through the faces he didn't know, picking Ludwig's out of the group photos and smiling.

He jumped as the computer let out a small 'bong' noise, and his eyes darted to the message tab he still had open, and saw Ludwig had replied.

'Thank you, and hello, I'm surprised to hear from you.'

A smile broke on feliciano's face, he bit his lip in an attempt to stop it but it didn't work. He hadn't expected a reply, despite wanting one , he expected that the german would see his message and and assume it was a fake, an imposter trying to get his hopes up for their own twisted pleasure. he knew that sort of thing wasn't uncommon, as horrible as it was.

'I am surprised you answered'

He continued smiling, staring at the message box and hoping for a quick reply.

'I got a text alert. I don't usually use this site.'

Feliciano let out a slight 'oh', looking over at his own phone and remembering that he had the same feature.

'I always use this site. I'm sorry I didn't know how else to contact you.'

'It's ok', the answer came instantly, 'I follow your fanpage on here.'

Feliciano smiled again, suddenly aware of his heartbeat, he exhaled slowly, calming himself.

'My brother runs that, it's mostly teenage girls though, I don't think we have many fans like you.'

There was a pause, and Feliciano found himself frowning, maybe he had worried the boy or scared him. He hadn't wanted to do that, he bit his lip again debating with himself If he should retract his comment, he went to type but stopped as a reply popped up.

'I hope you don't see that as a bad thing.'

'No, of course not.' he swallowed hard, not sure of what to add to the comment, 'It's nice to know our fanbase is expanding. Romano says all the girl fans annoy him.'

'I've not talked to many of them. They are a little crazy.'

Feliciano giggled to himself, he had a long list of crazy things his fans had done.

'A girl tried to cut off some of my hair once, and have you seen the fan-art? They have drawing pictures of me and my brother in very odd situations, I don't like it really.'

'Have you thought of asking them to stop?'

Feliciano shook his head, forgetting that Ludwig couldn't see the action.

'Romano says its best not to acknowledge them, what If it makes them worse?'

'Not asking them wont make them stop.'

Feliciano huffed slightly, nodding to himself, that was true, he swallowed hard and pulled ip their fanpage.

'Do you think I should do it now, just ask them?'

'I don't see why not. It might help.'

Feliciano nodded again, writing out a short message to his fans. 'Hey everyone, it's Feliciano here, I would like to request that you stop making fanart of myself and my brother doing unsavory things, we have seen some and it makes us very uncomfortable, you are all very talented but please stop, thank you.'

He read it over and published it, returning to Ludwig's mesagebox.

'I've done it. You don't think it Sounds too mean do you?'

There was another pause, Feliciano assumed the German was getting up the fan page to read the message.

After a couple of minutes he frowned, sending a '?' to let him know he was still awaiting an answer.

'Oh my God it's really you?' Ludwig said a moment later, 'oh mein gott' and 'scheiße '.

Feliciano giggled, running his hand through his hair and absentmindedly playing with his curl.

'Of course it's me.'

'I'm sorry!' Ludwig said a second after 'I didn't believe it was you, I wasn't expecting this.'

Feliciano tried to stifle his laughs, not wanting to bring Romano's attention to him.

'It's ok, you've got nothing to worry about.'

'I'm a really big fan of yours.' Ludwig's next message read.

'I know,' Feliciano said back, still letting out small giggles.

'You've got an amazing voice.'

Feliciano smiled softly, laughter continuing to rise in his throat, the sudden mental image of the german boy freaking out infront of the computer coming into his head.

'Thank you,' he replied, 'But you don't think the message sounded to mean?'

'If I were you I would probably have been harder on them. I've seen some of those pictures and they are a little disturbing.'

Feliciano sighed slightly, nodding to himself.

'Yeah, they are a little odd.'

There was another pause before Ludwig spoke again.

'I can't believe it's you. No one's going to believe me.'

'That's kind of a good thing,' Feliciano stated, still smiling, 'Knowing my fans you'd probably get death threats.'

'They're teenage girls, I can handle it, I'm not scared of them.'

Feliciano giggled to himself.

'Do you want to bet?'

'There's no way to prove it.'

Feliciano hummed to himself in thinking.

'I have an idea. I can post a link to your profile and tells them you're my new friend, and we can see what happens?'

'That sounds interesting.'

Feliciano smiled widely getting up his fanpage again.

'Are you sure? You know they might make fanart of us.'

'I don't mind that. It will be like an experiment.'

Feliciano giggled as he wrote put another short message, 'Hey it's Feliciano again, I thought you should know I have a new best friend! I met Ludwig beilschmidt at one of my concerts and have become best friends since.'

'I did it. I want to know what happens!'

There was a pause again as Ludwig looked at the message.

'You said I was your best friend?'

Feliciano thought to himself, swinging slightly on his chair as he typed his reply.

'Well truthfully I don't have any friends that I don't work with, so you are my best non-work friend.'

'Oh,' 'wow,' 'ok.' Ludwig replied slowly.

'There's nothing wrong with that is there?'

'No, of course not. It's just unexpected.' Ludwig sent, 'I don't have many friends either.'

Feliciano let out a small 'aw', smiling softly.

'Why not? You seem very nice.'

'People just don't seem to like me. My brother doesn't help, he's terrible with people.'

Feliciano nodded, his eyes drifting to Romano.

'I know that feeling, Romano isn't good with people.'

'No but you are and that makes up for it.'

Feliciano smiled softly, feeling himself blush a little.

'Thank you. You say such nice things.'

'I'm only saying what I think is true. I've seen interviews with you and you seem so natural.'

Feliciano's blush became deeper, and his smile widened.

'Thank you' he said again, 'I always feel so nervous I'm glad it doesn't show, I get worried sometimes.'

'You shouldn't you conduct yourself very well.'

Feliciano bit his lip, trying again to hide his smile and failing, trying to think of how to continue the conversation, but Ludwig spoke first.

'I have 4 friend requests and 3 messages already.'

Feliciano giggled, clasping his hand to his mouth, it had only been 10 minutes.

'What do they say?'

'They are rude but no one's sent a death threat yet.'

Feliciano huffed slightly, giving his head a slight nod.

'See I said my fans were mean ):'

'I still can't believe I'm doing this.'

'What do you mean 'this'?'

'I mean talking to you. I never thought I would.'

Feliciano giggled, shifting excitedly on his chair again. He liked talking to Ludwig, Romano had always warned him against talking to fans but he could see no problem with Ludwig. Maybe Ludwig was different. Feliciano hoped he was.

'I never thought I would talk to a fan like this. It's really nice, I like talking to you.'

'Thank you, I really like talking to you too.'

Feliciano let out another small 'aw', tapping his feet on the floor and swinging on the chair.

"If you keep making noises like that I swear I'll slap you," Romano growled from his chair, turning up the volume on his tv.

Feliciano flinched slightly, looking between Romano and his computer screen, "Sorry fratello…"

"What are you doing anyway?" Romano asked, looking at Feliciano and raising an eyebrow, "I've not heard you make noises like that before."

"Nothing," Feliciano said quickly, shaking his head and forcing a smile.

Romano frowned, huffing and shaking his head, "We're stopping to get food, come off of that."

Feliciano nodded, frowning slightly and swallowing hard, part of him wishing he could continue talking.

'I have to go, I'm sorry.'

'That's ok. Will I get to talk to you again?'

Feliciano smiled, nodding to himself and biting his lip gently, closing everything but the conversation.

'I should be able to talk tomorrow at some point.'

'I'm looking forward to it.'

'Bye!'

'Bye.'

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