Ciao! Well, here is the new chapter! I know it's kind of shorter…but I hope you like it! I'll put on Romano and Spain in the next chapter…Sorry for the delay, I was getting distracted -_-

Well, on with the cap.

Ludwig sat on his bed and started thinking. Feliciano seemed like he really wanted to be his friend. He wished that his mother was still alive instead of him. He hated his life. When his so called "Vatti" died, things seemed to have brightened up. There was no one who beat him for no reason and scolded him for various things, thus the strict and stoic attitude.

The man didn't like him though, but now he was stuck with Gilbert's grandfather, Gerald. He wasn't really related to the old timer, but, much to his confusion, the guy preferred Ludwig over Gilbert. Possibly because Gilbert was a little more immature, despite him being older.

The blonde heaved out a sigh and reached towards the book that was sitting on top of the desk beside his bed. When he touched the hard bound cover, he heard a knock on his…window?

When he looked at the glass, he gave out a soft yelp. It was Feliciano! How the hell did he get there? Well there was a balcony in front of his and Gilbert's room but if Gilbert or Gerald had let someone in, he would have heard them!

"Ciao!" Feliciano smiled as he continued to knock on the window. Ludwig widened his eyes and raised an eye brow at the same time. He rushed to the window and opened it, with Feliciano's head popping in the room via the hole.

"Ve~ Ludwig, you have a nice room!" The Italian commented.

"Ja, Ja, How za hell did you get up here and how did you know my name?" Ludwig practically yelled at the man's face, causing some hair to fly backwards

"Ve~ I heard your name from Gilbert and- huh?" Feliciano got cut off as Ludwig raced out the door and down the stairs. He then saw Gilbert sitting on the couch watching cartoons.

"Vhy did you let him in?" Ludwig asked, being somewhat panicked. It was as if he had seen a vampire when he woke up from a slumber. However the vampire thing could not fit with Feliciano though…

"Let who in? Is there a burglar?"

"Bruder…"

"Don't worry, the awesome me will beat him up before Alfred butts in!"

"SHUT UP! I mean Feliciano! Vhy za hell did you let him in?" Ludwig was fuming. He wanted to be alone most of the time, but that need could not be fulfilled with a happy-go-lucky Italian around.

"He got in?" Gilbert asked and opened the door. He poked his head outside and saw a rope dangling from the balcony. He smirked and turned back to Ludwig.

"Hate to break it to you, Rapunzel, but if he's going to bug you, that's none of my business." Gilbert smirked as he closed the door. When he turned around to look at the blonde, he saw that the younger German was ready to throw the coffee table at him.

"He's your problem, not mine." Gilbert mocked as he slumped back down on the couch. Ludwig took a deep breath to calm down and stomped back upstairs. Gilbert looked behind him and smirked.

"I could grow to like this Feliciano kid." He smirked to himself as he changed the channel.

Upstairs, Ludwig tried to calm down. He stood in front of his bedroom door, wishing that the Italian had gone home and left him by his lonesome. However, when he opened the door, Feliciano was lying on his bed, reading a magazine, but this wasn't just an ordinary magazine.

"Luddy, what is this?" Feliciano asked, holding up the erotic book. Ludwig's eye twitched as he saw the cover. He could also sense that the boy was a little disturbed at the sight of…those pictures. He immediately stomped towards Feliciano and nabbed the magazine out of the boy's clutches.

Vhy did you mess with my things? And Vhy za hell are you on my bed?" Ludwig asked as he stared down at the Italian crouching on his formerly neat bed.

"Ve~ I'm sorry!" Feliciano pleaded as he stood up. Ludwig heaved out another sigh and put the magazine in his drawer. Feliciano then looked around the room. By the window, there were two book shelves and each shelf was stacked with different books. Some of the writings were also written in German.

The walls were tainted with cream-colored paint. The bed was beside the door and it had neat white sheets. There was also a large desk, a computer chair and a mahogany wardrobe. It was a pretty simple, yet clean bedroom.

"Okay, now, vhy did you come up here through the balcony? A simple knock on the door would have been nicer!" Ludwig scolded. Feliciano frowned and breathed out a sigh.

"Ve~ I tried doing that, but when I looked, no one was in the living room, but I had this rope so I just climbed up here!" The young Italian smiled. Wow, he would do such a thing just to gain a friend.

"So, your last name is Beilschmidt, right?" He continued. Ludwig gave a mere nod and sat on the computer chair.

"Vhy do you vant to become my friend again?" The German asked. Feliciano began to hum a tune as he place a finger on his chin.

"Because, when I saw you, you seemed pretty sad. When I finally talked to you, you seemed to think that I was going to trick you. Why is that, anyway?" Feliciano explained to him.

"I…vell…it's personal…" Ludwig sighed as he sat down on the computer chair. Feliciano then sat down on his bed and looked up the ceiling.

"Why? We're friends, right~?" Feliciano sang. There was a pregnant pause after he said the statement. 'Friends? No one has ever said that to me before…except for those con artists who never actually meant it…""

"Friends?" Ludwig repeated, catching Feliciano's attention. The boy just smiled and nodded at him.

"Si~!" He giggled. It was a very innocent and childish chuckle. "Ve~ Luddy, why did you think I was tricking you again?"

The German then stopped and thought for a minute. His cheeks were slightly pink because of the new name, but something else was on his mind. Should he trust this guy? They just met and he already counted him as a friend he seemed to know for years.

"You can tell me!" Feliciano assured as he moved closer. Ludwig needed to make his decision. Feliciano didn't seem like the type of guy who could keep a secret. However, the boy seemed to be really interested.

"Vell…"

"Si~?"

"Feliciano, do you think I am…scary?"

Feliciano tilted his head cutely to the side, with a hint of confusion in his amber eyes. It was adorable to see him in that state, even for Ludwig. The blonde shut his eyes, ready to take the insult he expected.

"No!"

His eyes shot open as he heard the reply. Everyone who had met him thought he was as scary as hell. He was strict, tall and looked like trouble when provoked.

"Why would I think that?" Feliciano smiled warmly at him. He was definitely similar to a shining beacon of hope. Ludwig was both happy and relieved. Happy that Feliciano was the first one who said he wasn't scary and relieved because Ludwig thought he would reply a "yes" due to him yelling an hour ago.

"So, do you really vant to know vhy I didn't trust you at first?" Ludwig asked with his eyes growing warmer. Feliciano gave him a simple nod which wasn't as energetic as before. Ludwig really didn't want to recall those bad memories when he was younger, but if Feliciano insisted, then, it could be fine.

"Vell…I really shouldn't be telling this to you though…" Ludwig sighed. Feliciano bowed his head as he leaned on the wall. He didn't want to push his new friend to tell him a secret. He never knew it was a secret, though.

"Ve! I didn't know it was a secret! If you don't want to tell me then I'm not forcing you!" Feliciano said without thinking. What had gotten into him? He was still thinking about stopping the German, and he instantly told his statement.

"Nein, its fine…" Ludwig assured. There was yet again another deafening silence as Ludwig began to think. Where should he start; about his incident with his mother; his father abusing him? The time when he became a pessimist? The time when people would use him as either a bodyguard or someone to use for false accusation? There were so many chapters of misery running through his mind.

As he thought, he turned to Feliciano, who waited patiently for his story to start. He wanted to be happy like the Italian next to him. It seemed nice to be happy. It seems so...carefree.

"Vell, it all started vhen I vas in middle school…" he said, waking up Feliciano from his daydreams. Feliciano snapped open his eyes and turned to Ludwig like a robot with a shocked look. It amused the blonde; his actions.

"…anyway, vhen I vas in middle school, many other children got scared when I approached them." He continued. When he looked, he saw that the happiness in those amber irises that shone like pearls from a clear and peaceful ocean had been replaced with pity and sadness. Ludwig then cleared his throat and continued.

"…and sometimes, vhen I vould sit around or study somewhere, some arschlöcher would come up to me for protection…" he continued. Feliciano, for once, sat still without squirming or babbling about pasta or other things he likes.

"I vas a dummkopf then…so I did what they told me, I accepted. Whenever they would get in trouble, they would blame me…" He sighed again. The Italian now understood why he had such a strict and stoic personality.

He turned to Ludwig, who seemed had a melancholic look as he thought about those lonely memories. Feliciano then felt a little guilty for bringing up the topic.

"Ve...sorry for bringing up the topic, Luddy." Feliciano sighed as he swayed slightly. Being used by people, that wasn't really the nicest thing. That's when it hit him, hard in the noggin.

Feliciano then stood up and grabbed Ludwig's wrist and raced outside. The German let out a few yelps as they ran through the hallway.

"Vhat now?"

"Why don't we make new friends?" Feliciano said as he looked over his shoulder to see the German running behind him. Ludwig furrowed his eyebrows at the idea.

"Not all people are vhat you think, Feliciano!" Ludwig warned as they shuffled down the staircase. They could hear the loud volume coming from the TV in the living room from there.

"Anything is possibly, Luddy!"

As they ran through the hallway, he thought about that saying; "anything is possible". Once he thought about it, it was somewhat true, but now a days, there had been many bad people.

"Vell, vhere are we going, anyvay?" Ludwig asked.

"Anywhere we could make new friends!" The Italian replied. Ludwig mentally face-palmed, however he just went with it. It would be nice to meet new people than just be trapped in your own dark world.

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That's it for now. More characters in the next chapter and maybe even more pairings! :) See ya soon!

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