Though This Day Is Still Not As Long As The Last Day I Covered...
When Ludwig had gotten the call from a suddenly chipper Feliciano that the rehearsal was starting and where was he, the German nearly had an aneurysm. Or something along those lines. He had nearly shouted at Feliciano. He did not want to be there. He did not want to have to watch Lovino get mad at Gilbert for screwing something up, he did not care to watch the entire thing fall apart, or (even worse?) go perfectly despite everything. Ludwig was not certain that he could handle any of it.
But he simply said 'yes', shut his phone and headed back to the town hall. It will only be a few hours. I can handle that.
At least, he had dealt with worse and if he could not handle this then Ludwig was going to be very disappointed with himself. Plus, Feliciano sounded like he was in a good mood. That had to be good, right? Feliciano would not have reverted back to being grumpy by the time Ludwig got there, right?
That was a very deep concern of his. Though seemingly an unnecessary one. By the time Ludwig arrived Feliciano, with a big smile, pulled him inside. "Lovi wants to know what it will look like from the seats, so we're just gonna sit down in a bunch of different places and tell him how it looks!"
As stupid as it sounded, Ludwig did not bother to argue about it. Especially as he ended up being seated between his boyfriend as his grandfather. "Still here?" he asked Ludovicus.
"Why not?" Ludovicus asked, not sounding very interested. Then again, with everything he heard that Marcus would drag him into, Ludwig was always very impressed that anything could interest the man. "Looking forward to your brother's speech?"
Ludwig did his best not to pull a face at that. "No. Definitely not."
"At the very least it will be interesting. If not appropriate for a wedding."
Recalling what Francis and Gilbert had said earlier about he situation, Ludwig had to agree. What on earth had Antonio been thinking when he asked either of them for anything? Then again, it was Antonio. He may not have been thinking at all.
On the other hand, Feliciano was back to rambling on, pointing out certain things and making suggestions and Ludwig found himself tuning him out slightly. At least one thing is back to normal, he thought, feeling a bit more relaxed with his boyfriend talking at a million miles an hour. Also, it appeared that his boyfriend's brother was not about to kill his own brother, so that was good.
Not that Ludwig would have blamed Lovino too much. It was Gilbert after all.
So Ludwig found that he did not mind too much being ordered about to do things. Mindless labor was not hard. And Ludwig no longer cared where people asked him to put things even if he would never have done the same on his own.
"This could have been you~" Marcus elbowed him at one point, winking at him. Ludwig looked at everything and only muttered a noncommittal response. If this was like how it would have been with him and Feliciano... He found that he was rather glad Feliciano had told him he did not want to get married. Because of the drama. Hopefully the other would not change his mind.
"I do not see why you are so enthused by this," Ludovicus commented to Marcus, who thankfully left Ludwig alone to go and give his full attention to the German.
"I don't see why you're not!"
Ludwig decided to leave them to that. He passed by the side door the same time as he heard a crash and there was a knock at the door. Leaving the rest of the congregation to it, he opened the door. "Hallo, Roy."
"Ludwig," Roy nodded, ruffling a hand back through his hair. "'ave ye seen Maddox?"
Ludwig did not even bother to turn around. There was no doubt in his mind whatever that crashing noise was had Maddox as part of the cause. "He's in dere," he gestured behind him.
"Thanks," Roy grinned at him as he passed by him. Ludwig considered just going out the side door now and saving himself his upcoming headache.
"Ludwig!"
Never mind.
"This is fun, isn't it?" Feliciano asked, arms around him as he appeared to loose strength in his legs, the only thing keeping him up was his grip on Ludwig. "I mean, I think I like it better now that it's closer to actually happening."
Ludwig did not. "I... suppose."
"I'm just not looking forward to going home."
Going home? Ludwig wondered. Feliciano planned on going home? Not that he minded too much, but usually Feliciano was crashing at his place. In his bed. Being a distraction. All the time. "Vhy not?"
"Lovi won't be there."
"He's never there now," Ludwig pointed out, but he noted that Feliciano was no longer listening, having pressed his face into Ludwig's chest. Then again, Ludwig had wondered how it would work, Antonio and Lovino living together without having their separate places. He had almost been certain that having separate houses had been monumental in helping them stay in a relationship. Then again, none of his business.
"He won't be there now more often," Feliciano mumbled. "It's just weird. We've lived together forever."
Ludwig could see the problem now. Feliciano doing taxes on his own. Feliciano cleaning his house on his own. Oh no. That was a terrible accident waiting to happen. But before he could comment, a loud voice cut through the entire room and the both of them looked up toward the front.
"I want a divorce!" Lovino shrieked at Antonio, throwing some of the flower arrangements at him.
"But Lovi! We're not even married yet!" Antonio protested, ducking as a candle holder passed over his head.
Ludwig found that he was suddenly trying very hard not to laugh as he watched a few more things be thrown at Antonio. Feliciano stared up at him in horror. "I-I'm sorry," Ludwig coughed, covering his mouth with his hand.
"I don't fucking care! You're not taking this seriously! I don't have to take this!" Lovino shouted in rapid succession, before running down the isle and out of the building. Just like that Feliciano had let go of Ludwig and had chased after his brother. Ludwig was still trying to keep himself from laughing. What was funny? Nothing really. Other than this all had been something he had expected. Even with Antonio still dazed in the front, Feliks patting him on the shoulder, Ludwig could not seem to remind himself this was serious.
"Are you both trying not to laugh?" Gilbert exclaimed. Ludwig, with slight surprise, managed to restrain himself, looking about to see who else Gilbert was referring too.
Ludovicus.
"Fuck. Our family is really messed up," Gilbert said plainly.
Ludwig hit his forehead with his palm.
Notes:
I have waited to have Lovino say that this entire story, just so I could have Antonio respond with the obvious. Antonio, I do not think telling him you are not married yet should be the immediate response. Hearth is really full of fools.
Ludwig and Ludovicus are assholes. Then again, they both know that Lovino is usually just a drama queen about things, so I guess they can be excused a little bit for not taking it seriously. Actually, no. They still are just big jerks.
And do not worry, I will not leave you hanging to wonder what happened. Next chapter is from Lovi's POV about this whole mess. He is a little more perceptive than Ludwig. Wonder why.
