TMI

It was late and the only reason Ludwig had not escaped to home yet was because Feliciano had a grip on his arm that would probably make it difficult. He did not want to take Feliciano away if he was having fun, he just felt rather awkward being here even though he doubted that there was anything more he could ruin.

Antonio was treating him as if it never had happened, which Ludwig was not certain was because it was solved, whether it did not matter now, or whether Antonio was secretly blaming him. Antonio did not even need to blame him, Ludwig was certainly already punishing himself with worry that the other was blaming him.

But it was late and Lovino kept pulling at Antonio's arm. Ludwig wondered if by tomorrow or later this week he would miss either of them, but as of right now he could not wait for them to go because only by that point would Feliciano be done.

"Has anyone seen Francis?" Antonio asked, glancing about, after Lovino reminded them (again) that the train was not going to wait for them.

"Uh... not for a while, I don't think," Feliciano responded cheerily, letting go of Ludwig to go look for the Frenchman.

"He better not have left with our papers," Lovino scowled.

"Nonsense Lovi~ Why would he do that?"

Ludwig slunk away at that point, looking for the man against his better judgment. His better judgment told him to say 'congratulations' and go home now. There was just no way to stress that enough. Still... what could he possibly find Francis doing that would make a problem happen now? There was that thought to console him.

He went into one of the desolate hallways, glancing in some of the rooms to see whether he had taken a break from the crowd, though it was beginning to dwindle. About halfway down it, he heard a thud from one of the rooms. The door was closed and Ludwig was almost about to move past it when he noted that the key was on the outside of the room. So he tested the doorknob to see if it would open and when it did not, he decided to let whoever it was out.

Ludwig opened the door, looked inside, then shut it.

He did not need to see that.

On the other hand, he had found Francis, who had their papers and passports because he was supposed to know what he was doing. Ludwig sighed, braced himself, opened the door again and grabbed the first discarded jacket he saw. Thankfully, Arthur and Francis on the other side of the room seemed much too occupied to notice his intrusion.

Closing the door once more, he searched the pockets. It was definitely Francis' coat and there were the papers. He hung the coat on the doorknob and headed back to find Antonio and Lovino.

Not my place, not my business. What the hell are you doing, Arthur?

He firmly decided he was not going to ask. Never. And he was giving these to Antonio and he was going home.

"Here you go."

"Oh!" Antonio blinked, surprised, but smiled at him anyway. "Francis busy?"

"A bit," Ludwig lied. Oh well.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it, hafe a good time." Ludwig turned to have Lovino place a hand on his arm. As soon as he looked at him Lovino retracted his arm, but he did not retreat like he usually did.

"Thanks."

Ludwig could count on the fingers of one hand how many times Lovino had ever said 'thank you' to him. Then again, he could count on both hands the amount of times he had heard Lovino say 'thank you' at all. Ludwig nodded.

"See you vhen you return."

They left and Ludwig waited for Feliciano to have returned from saying goodbye to his brother before going home.

It was very easy to go to sleep by that point.


Notes:

Ludwig had to redeem himself in some way, whether it was something as small as finding the papers so that Antonio and Lovino could actually leave for their honeymoon, or as large as finding the papers so that Antonio and Lovino could actually leave for their honeymoon. Pick your side, readers.

And yes, that definitely was not one kiss. A one night stand with the ex? Never gets old in entertainment. Though... not realistically advisable. Arthur is drugged and tipsy (not precisely what Maddox had in mind though, he would be very disappointed to know that was the outcome of his meddling). But Francis? What is your excuse? *eyebrow wiggle*

There will either be a second chapter today, or two chapters tomorrow. I have not decided yet.