Who Is The Creepiest Little Italian?

Ludwig was not certain what to do. He could barely handle Feliciano as it was (not to say he did not want to, but it was difficult), had barely come to understanding what made Feliciano do what, and now it seemed to have all changed. Feliciano was, dare he think it, bitter? Complaining about his brother almost as much as he used to just talk about him normally. He had never had to deal with this before and did not know what to do.

Feliciano actually seemed like a real brother now. It was something he was used to doing with his brother all the time. Ergo, he was shocked.

"I saw grandpa this morning," Feliciano grumbled, swirling his straw around in the milkshake that Francis had made earlier. "Rambling on about him and barely said anything else to me... I only got a hi. That's so mean, isn't it? He could spare more than just a hi for me?"

They must have passed each other on his way here, as Marcus had just been here to grab Ludovicus and pull him off to the town hall, which was where everything was being set up for the wedding. And if Marcus was rambling on about that, Ludwig knew when he saw his grandfather next it was not going to be in a good mood. After spending as much time with Marcus as he did, it was a surprise that he had not managed to find some way of dealing with his irritation yet. Ludwig looked at the clock again and dreaded the wedding rehearsal. More than he was going to have done previously, as Feliciano's black mood was rather scary.

"–not that it matters, does it? You don't mind me staying tonight, do you? Lovino's nearly moved out and all. Thank goodness. ...it's just really empty now."

"Of course I don't mint." Once upon a time, Feliciano would not have bothered asking. Ludwig did not know if he preferred this or not. "It's... just because eferding's happening at once," Ludwig tried to calm the other down. "Veddings are complicated."

"Sure," Feliciano sipped at his milkshake. His response sounded a little too much like Lovino. More than just freaked out now, Ludwig excused himself to go check on his visitors in the other room. Francis was sprawled out on his couch and Gilbert was lying on his stomache on the ground. They were both stuck in the same motion, Francis tapping his pencil against his ear and his brother tapping his pencil against his upper lip.

"Vhy are you doing dis in my house?" Ludwig asked them both.

Francis was the only one who seemed to hear him and shrugged, head motioning down to Gilbert. "I don't know, ask him." Ludwig decided he would not bother. Sitting down in one of the other chairs, he watched the other two for a few moments before Francis looked over toward him again. "Feliciano ranting at you?"

"I'fe... nefer seen him like dis before," Ludwig admitted, glancing back over toward the kitchen to where he knew he would have to return. He really did not want to. "I don't know vhat to do."

"That's long term romantic relationships for you," Francis said offhandedly. Gilbert snorted.

"It's better off to be alone, I'fe told you."

"...you both say, as you hypocritically assist a vedding," Ludwig responded dryly. Francis looked rather amused at that.

"Oh, what sort of amigos would we be if we didn't help?" he asked, scratching something out on his paper. "It doesn't mean we haven't warned him about things. Marriage is not worth it, but he can find out in his own time. Who knows, he could have enough happiness to make up for the mess he will be in at the end."

"One night stands are de best," Gilbert added.

Ludwig scowled at both of them. "You both are hopeless."

"On the contrary!" Francis exclaimed, hand with his pencil now in the air to accentuate the point. One of the three points. "We have gotten past being hopeless and are now very much enlightened. Everyone must take their own path to enlightenment, I fear, so there is no helping you until you come to the same conclusion."

Ludwig headed back to the kitchen. He decided, while though he did not like a jealous Feliciano, he would rather deal with that than have to hear his brother and his brother's friend talk about why such long term relationships were pointless.

Without realizing it, he had proven them wrong and his own thoughts (confused as they might be) right.


Notes:

I do not apologize for the 'point' comment. Though I wanted to hit myself over the head for it. If you do not get it, bless you. You have been saved from my stupidity.

It appears that Gilbert, on the subject of his one time thing with Elizaveta and Roderich as a one time thing, is either in denial about wanting it to happen again or has actually come to accept it. Francis, on the other hand, is preaching his usual point about long term romantic/sexual relationships. That they eventually just go wrong. At least, his have. Oh, you two. So funny, so sad.

It is April Fool's Day, and it crossed my mind I should write a stupid chapter where things happen and everything dies by rocks or something, but I decided that I suck at things like that so you all just get a normal chapter. Plus I forgot that it was April Fool's Day until I woke up this morning. So you all have been saved from a stupid writer's prank, not that I have ever been very good with pranks. There you go.