"What are we doing here again?" The red head asked, in his thick Scottish accent, taking another drag from his cigarette, sitting on the nice bench across from the gates. The blonde had been pacing back and forth, in front of them for was seemed like 20 minutes. For the last three days he woke up, came to these gates with his childhood friend and would try to talk himself into somehow contacting Feliciano. Allistor would always come without much fuss, needed to get away from his normal life of pick pocketing, but after three days he was getting bored "These are the worst kind of people why are we hanging around their Estates when they will probably have us arrested for loitering"
"Because Feliciano-," Ludwig winced as the name left his mouth. The Scott thought it was for something like this, a challenge, to bed one of the rich pompous ass wholes children, Ludwig was always up for a challenge, epically when the prize was so lucrative, but this was a suicide mission. The red head assumed he would have picked someone lower on the scale like the Kirkland family or the Grimaldi family. For the first time in ten years since Allistor picked up the habit, he started choking on the smoke.
"Feliciano" The red head asked, standing now coming next to his best friend. "As in Vargas family Feliciano" Ludwig didn't look away from the community, just stared hoping the small Italian was appearing. "Are you mental? Papa Vargas hates guys like us, and you are going to de-flower his grandson! He will have you killed, if he knew!"
"I know" Shouted Ludwig perhaps too loud since some passerby's gave him weird freighted looks. "And it's not like that, I don't want to de-flower him." He sighed looking at his friend. "I just want to see him smile again thats all" Allistor stared for a moment, eyebrows knit together, not understanding much of the emotions Ludwig was feeling.
"Feliciano Vargas," they heard from inside the gate, both their head snapped up to see the young boy step out of the giant house. And there it was, it was hard to see because of the distance, but it was there, and it was as heart fluttering as the first time he saw it on street when they walked back to the Estates, under the city lights, that smile. His dwellings were cut short as Allistor pulled him to hide in a bush since the pair was walking their way.
The young brunette looked over his shoulder as his name was called.
"Oh buongiorno Feliks" He skipped down his steps and across his spacious lawn.
"Cześć, Feliciano. Where are, like, you off too?" He asked, flipping his blonde hair over his shoulder.
"Just thought I would take a nice stroll to the market down the way" He explained as they walked toward the gate.
"Isn't that why we have, like, drivers" The other retorted with a snort. Felix Łukasiewicz was the son of Polish designer Pela Łukasiewicz and editor and chief at Mody a fashion magazine that started in Eastern Europe and slowly took over the world.
"Sì Feliks, but it's nice to take walks sometimes, don't you agree." The Italian laughed at his friends eye roll as he punched in the code at the gate to make it open.
"Not really but I'll accompany you since you're my best friend" Feliks sighed slinging his arm around his friends, as they exited the gate.
"Well" The Scotsmen said, looking up at his friend as the emerged from the bush. Ludwig was looking forward, eyebrows furred as they did when he felt he lost control. If Allistor has to guess, it was his emotions going haywire. "What are you waiting for? You wanted to make him smile, right?" The bright blue eyes of Ludwig peered down at him surprised.
"I didn't say-"
"You really are a nugget aren't you, we both know what you meant. Look he's down at the market, what a very acceptable public place to bump into someone, don't you agree" It only took a heartbeat of a moment for Ludwig to start walking forward.
"What do you think of these" Feli asked, as he scooped up a large red tomato and a felt it, then placed it in front of Feliks's face.
"You know I don't know anything about food like you do" He sighed crossing his arms.
"But you can tell if food-" The young Italian, started to protest, when an unusual large gust of wind blew his ivy cap right off his head. "Hat no!" He squealed throwing his hands to his head, looking around frantically when he fingered touched his light brunette locks. Finally running off in the directing he felt the gust of wind blow, yelling things like 'come back hat' or 'where are you'
"Excuse me" He heard a deep familiar voice say behind him. Spinning around, he saw the German from about a month ago standing there, looking slightly awkward, and slightly intimidating, which might have just been his default setting. Holding Feli's tan ivy cap, in his left fist. "This is yours ja?" he asked his accent coming on thicker with embarrassment.
"Sì grazie mille" Thanked the Italian, as the large hand placed the hat back on his head, freezing for a moment when he finger brushed the incredibly soft brown hairs, as the smaller stared with his wide brown eyes, shocked. Soon he let his hand drop to his side and turn to leave.
"Wait" Feli yelled, but when those eyes of endless blue turned back to him, all thoughts were halted. "Uhh" Were the only words out of his mouth. This had never happened to him before. He was Italian! And a Vargas no less, he could charm the socks off of anyone. But Ludwig, he was just so…. And it did thing to his head and his stomach that weren't unwelcome just foreign.
"Would you like me to help you carry your bags while you shop?" Ludwig mumbled pulling Feliciano out of the trance.
"Sì grazie, that would be wonderful" He handed over his bag and led the other back to the stand of tomatoes.
"So" The blonde heard to his right. Looking over he found the red head leaning agents a lamppost smiling around another cigarette. "You as off limits as him" It took no time for Feliks to throw on his ever charming smile and sashay up to the other. He was a hopeless flirt.
"And so like, what if I am" He tossed his hair back.
"That might be a risk worth taking, don't you think" The redhead dropped the last of it as he leaned closer to the other.
"I do love leaving people with an impression" He said sliding his hand up the others, what he assumed, well tones stomach before flipping his hair again, turning on his heel and sauntering down the road back the way of the Community. Allistor just stared for a moment, before following the other with a wide smile of his own.