Part 9.
Romano and Gilbert's friendship will be continued in a separate story, it will be uploaded along side this one however will not follow the same timeline. When I do upload it it'll be called 'Player vs Player'.
Gilbert had never been on a tour bus before, he'd seen them, and always wanted to go inside but never been able to get more than a glimpse.
Romano seemed less than amused, practically stomping as he took them into the tour bus, he flopped down on the chair and watched, still frowning, as Gilbert walked through the large space, looking around. The man rolled his eyes at every sound of awe Gilbert made, he had expected this reaction but he'd seen it so many times from fans who'd won competitions that it was just annoying now.
Gilbert huffed happily as he looked around, everything was dark wood and chrome and clean, and they had everything; two computers, a tv and gaming console, a whole rack of dvds and books, the place was better kitted out then Gilbert's own house.
"So this is your PS4?" Gilbert asked, coming to a stop by it and crouching to inspect it.
Romano glanced up and nodded, "Yeah but don't touch it, it was expensive."
Gilbert frowned, pulling himself back to his feet and putting himself on one of the blue chairs that lined the room, "I thought you pulled me in here to see it?" he said knowingly.
Romano scoffed, realising Gilbert's tone, "Don't be an idiot. I just don't want Ludwig and Feliciano in here."
"Why not?" Gilbert asked with a smirk, his tone almost condescending.
"What do you mean why not?" Romano snapped, crossing his arms, "I don't want them coming in here to fuck that's why!"
Gilbert chuckled to himself, leaning back on the chair, "So you'd rather they fucked in the dressing room?"
"What?" Romano growled, "They won't fuck in there there's no bed."
Gilbert let out a loud laugh, amused by the other man's naivety, he tipped his head back and ran his hand through his hair.
Romano let out a small huff, his eyes widening and jaw slackening, he stuttered uselessly before looking towards the door.
It hadn't occurred to him that they would do it regardless of having a bed or not.
Why hadn't it?
"Don't worry about it," Gilbert smirked, "It happens to everyone…" he leaned forward and turned on the PS4, "Come and play with me. You got COD, we could do a vs match?"
Romano continued staring at the door, "Fuck that," he got to his feet and walked to the door, back across the concrete path and into the venue building, storming to the door. He could hear giggling and soft moans from inside, the noises sickening him, the idea of that German brute laying a hand on his brother, touching him… He shook his head and leaned forward to open the door.
There was no way he would allow that, without his parents or grandparents around anymore to help them out it was his responsibility to look after his younger brother, and it was something he wouldn't take lightly.
Gilbert snatched his hand away from the handle, "Don't do that!" he said mutedly, "The kid will never forgive you, think about it Romano, you have to ride home with him in that bus do you want that?"
Romano frowned, pulling his hand out of Gilbert's grip and letting it hang at his side, he huffed softly and looked away, "Fine, I won't fucking interrupt them… But I'm going to talk to him about it."
Gilbert nodded, pulling away, "Right, shall we go play COD?" he said with an oddly cheery demeanour.
It seemed so strange that Gilbert was so nonchalant about them… sleeping together. Romano was almost shocked by it, but part of him felt calmed by it, he wasn't quite sure why.
"Fine," he growled, turning to walk back to the van. He kept glancing back, he felt like he could still here them.
Gilbert led him to the sofa, going and turning on the PS4, not that Romano noticed what he was doing, he seemed to just be staring off into space.
"You better snap out of it Lovi or I'm going to beat your arse raw," Gilbert chuckled, handing a controller over and sitting down next to him, a little too close for Romano's comfort.
The smaller man frowned as he looked at the screen, "Hey I told you not to touch it," he snapped, shaking his head and muttering to himself.
The game started up, and they set up a match, Gilbert seemed oddly full of himself, but Romano knew he would win, he had played these games almost the whole of the tour, there was no one better than him.
Or so he thought until he saw his character's head explode.
How was Gilbert so good at a game he'd never played before?
"How the fuck- Are you cheating you bastard?" Romano yelled as his character died again.
Gilbert laughed loudly, tipping his head back, "I'm not cheating, I'm just better than you," he chanted.
When Romano did finally get a hit on Gilbert he let out a loud hoot, smiling widely having now forgotten all about his younger brother's antics.
After playing for hours, when they'd played on every map, Romano looked up, his happy smile fading as he noticed the time.
"It's been four hours," he said as he realised, "Feliciano isn't back yet."
Gilbert let out a hum of recognition, his own smile fading, "Shit I've got work tomorrow too… They're probably still in the dressing room."
Romano huffed and got to his feet, leaving the bus before Gilbert had fully realised what was happening.
He jogged to the dressing room, practically running, he didn't bother to knock, not that he ever would, Gilbert following after him.
Feliciano looked up as the door flew open, smiling up at his exhausted looking brother, "Romano?"
The older brother looked between them, happy to find them both fully clothed, though Feliciano wasn't wearing his hoodie, only the black t-shirt that had been underneath, and Ludwig's shirt was askew, some of the buttons were undone.
…And the room smelled kind of weird…
They were sat together, on the same chair, Feliciano curled up on Ludwig's lap, huddled against his chest.
It was so disgusting, Romano was almost speechless.
"We've gotta go little brother," Gilbert said apologetically from somewhere behind Romano. "Say goodbye to your boyfriend."
"No," Feliciano whimpered, hugging Ludwig's chest tight, "Can't he stay, please, just until morning?"
Romano shook his head, "No Feliciano there's no way I'm letting him sleep in the tour bus. And Gilbert has to go now."
"We could drop him off in the morning? Please Romano," Feliciano said, his voice squeaking.
He shook his head again, "We're going in the opposite direction, Feli. I told you you could see him tonight only."
Feliciano huffed and whimpered, hugging Ludwig, wrapping his arms around his neck and lowering his feet to the floor as the taller boy stood up.
They kissed deeply, Romano looking on with disgust, Gilbert still seeming un-phased by it.
"Ich liebe dich…" Feliciano kept saying softly, Romano had no idea what it meant but he knew it was German, the sound of it in Feliciano's voice made him sick to his stomach.
The smaller boy shook slightly as he began to cry, saying the words over again, Ludwig echoing them, eventually their embrace broke, the German boy wiping Feliciano's tears and kissing him again. "I'll speak to you later," he whispered sweetly.
Feliciano nodded, letting Ludwig walk away. As the door closed Feliciano let out a loud sob, the noise audible through the door, Gilbert frowned at Ludwig's visible flinch.
"He'll be fine," Gilbert reassured him as he patted him on the back, "You can call him in the car," he suggested, smiling softly.
Ludwig nodded, "Yeah…" he swallowed hard, looking down at the floor.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm sorry if Prumano is a notp for you but they won't be mentioned much in this story after this point, as mentioned at the beginning they're going to have their own story.
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