Ryuto

"Ryuto!" Alfred shouted at once.

"Damn," I muttered as I saw Alfred and the others standing outside the school auditorium. I looked back to see my parents following behind me and hoped they didn't know I was friends with him.

"Hey, Ryuto! Over here!" Alfred shouted again.

"Are those your friends, Ryuto?" my father asked, looking over to them.

"Yes, Father," I said hesitantly.

"Why don't you introduce us?" my mother suggested.

I held back a sigh and nodded. All of my friends were holding a single flower but Ludwig had a bouquet of white roses which probably was Gilbert's or Francis's idea forced onto him and when I got to them, Kiku handed me mine to give to my sister. Once I introduced everyone to my parents, my father instantly recognized Ludwig from the day they came.

"You're the young man who my daughter was with earlier this week," my father said to the tall blonde, holding out his hand. "I am her father."

Ludwig nodded and shook my father's hand. "My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt," he said, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Sohma."

"Where is Hikaru, ve?" Feliciano asked.

"She came earlier. She's waiting inside backstage," I told him. "Should we go inside?"

Feliciano nodded and pushed the others inside while I followed in with my parents.

"You and Hikaru have a lot of friends," my father said to me. On the other side of him, I saw my mother sniff like she didn't like it so I just nodded and led them to a row where my friends were.

When the recital finally started, we waited and watched as other students played instruments like the violin, cello, and flute. After listening to several students, Hikaru finally came out as the conductor announced her.

My twin blushed under the spotlight as she walked towards the piano. She sat down, adjusted her outfit, and waited for her cue from the conductor. When she started playing, there was a sigh from Feliciano and I could see Ludwig turning red under the dim light. There was no doubt she meant it for him.

Finally, she ended her song and stood up to bow. Out of the applause from the audience, I think my friends were the loudest since most of them were standing up and yelling her name. The curtains closed and then the conductor announced refreshments afterwards in the cafeteria.

"Papa!"

My sister ran towards us as we waited outside for her. When she reached us, she hugged our father and me tightly. "Did you like it?" she asked us, smiling.

"I loved it, Hikaru," our father said.

"It wasn't bad," our mother said. It was the first words she spoke to Hikaru since she left the house earlier. "I'm just glad you didn't embarrass me." She turned to my father. "Let's get a drink. I'm thirsty." Then, she took my father's arm and led him to the cafeteria after I pointed it out.

Hikaru's smile disappeared but it was instantly replaced when everyone showed her the single flowers.

"Hikaru," I said to my twin, handing my flower to her. "These are from us. It's for your recital."

"It represents a single flower blooming in the filth of men, honhonhon," Francis said.

I glared at the French. "No it doesn't. It's just for your recital. It was beautiful, really."

Then, Ludwig handed her the bouquet. "Here," he said, holding it out to her. "I…thought you might like these."

My twin took it and blushed. "Thank you," she said, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Oh, please," Gilbert said. "If you two are going to make out, please do it somewhere where no one can see you."

Everyone laughed as the younger Beilschmidt punched the elder brother in the stomach.

"You guys are great," my twin said to us as she held Ludwig's hand.

"Yes, I am," I said, smiling at her.

"Not me," Gilbert gasped. "I'm awesome."

"Wait, but I'm the hero!" Alfred shouted. "You can't be as great as I am."

"Oh, shut up, you git," Arthur growled.

"You may be great," Francis said, "But I'm sexy."

"Suck ball, Francis," Yao muttered.

"That's not nice, ve!" Feliciano cried.

"No one wants to hear your opinion, moron," Lovino said.

"Be nice to your brother, Lovino," Hikaru chided.

"Who are you to tell him what to do, huh?" Antonio demanded.

"Why don't you just become one with Mother Russia, da?" Ivan suggested.

"Why can't you all just be quiet?" Ludwig muttered.

"Um, the night is beautiful," Kiku commented quietly.

"It is," I agreed. "It really is."

A Note from your Author:

Seven words: I'm sorry for the crap I wrote. That's it. When I was writing this, I barely had any ideas but they're probably for upcoming chapters. Suggestions are welcome at this point…yeah. I'm sorry for the crap I wrote. Enjoy…if you can get through this crappy chapter. Oh, Ryuto. I'm sorry I have to write you crappy chapters. Haven't you as the reader realized that I've been writing crappy chapters for Ryuto? I feel that I've been writing crappy chapters for him. I should have a doctor's note for it…even though it's not a disorder…but I'm trying as hard as I can! *laughs* So suggestions are welcome if you want to see something happen between characters or a major event. Just send me a message and I'll try to fit it into the story. Meanwhile, I'll probably write a little more or actually finish that English project that's been haunting me. Enjoy!