Prepare for long A/N: Hey guys! Did ya miss me? I missed you all :). Merry Christmas, happy New Year, and anything else I wish you had a good holiday season. Since I haven't given you guys a chapter in a long time I spent a long time on this one. This is going to be following Luddy through a whole school day and some Feli mixed in as well. A little back story, I was writing this and to keep things the same if I needed it again I made a schedule for a bunch of the characters, then I remembered I already said what they had together, so I fixed that up. I'll write more at the end so you can get to reading, as for now, prepare your feels… Enjoy!
Monday morning it was back to school for Ludwig. The Sunday before was a weird day that made him feel awkward because he spent it thinking about Feliciano. But why did thinking about his buddy's wellbeing make him feel like this? He cared for everyone's good health that he was friends with! Granted, he didn't really have friends beside Feliciano and Berwald, he couldn't really tell with Kiku, Alfred was… Alfred, and Tino was just there. Perhaps it was just because he had known Feliciano the longest. Technically, he knew Berwald longer but they didn't hang out together like friends until the beginning of the school year.
But Monday brought a whole new school day to distract him from his thoughts. Ludwig walked to Feliciano's house that morning like usual (more out of habit than threat now), and knocked on the door.
"Hey Ludwig! Come on in, I'll be ready in a second." Feliciano grabbed Ludwig's forearm and pulled him into the house.
As Feliciano started to put on his tie (as was required of the school uniform on the first of the week, a 'dress for success' thing), Ludwig posed a question that had been bugging him since their first day of school.
"Hey, why do you wear your shirt like that?" He asked, pointing to the other boy's collar that was sticking up. "That's not proper."
Feliciano looked down, as if confused at the Germans words.
"Ve~? Oh! My collar?" He laughed, "That's just an Italian thing!"
"Well it's also the thing of a douchebag." Ludwig muttered.
"Then I guess I'm an Italian douchebag!" He declared. "And it sure is proper in Italy!" He punctured his last word with a powerful fist in the air.
Ludwig sighed, "We're not in Italy!" He moved behind the small brunette and pushed him closer to the door. "Now let's go!"
"Wait! I forgot to feed Pookie!" Feliciano dashed into the kitchen as quick as a whip leaving Ludwig in the room alone.
Ludwig looked around his surroundings and spotted a stuffed turtle sitting on a nearby coffee table. Curious, he picked it up. It had a red-brown shell and light green fins and a light green head as well.
"What the hell are you doing with my turtle you potato loving bastard?!"
Shit.
"Oh, hey Lovino. How are you?" Ludwig asked hastily while quickly putting the toy back where he found it.
"Don't pull that crap with me potato bastard!" Lovino snapped. He balled up his fist at his sides and started to close in on Ludwig. "I'm going to punch you SO hard!"
"Okay Lud, I'm ready!" Feliciano called coming back into the living room. He stopped to scan the scene in front of him before quickly running up to his brother and crushing him in a strong bear hug.
"AAAHHHH!" Lovino yelled. "Get the fuck off of me!" He tried to wiggle out his brother's death grip to no avail. "Your stupid hug therapy doesn't work! Let me go!"
"Only when you calm down." The other twin ordered.
"Alright fine! Fine! I'm calm." Lovino huffed. "I'll leave the potato bastard alone."
"Ve~ good!" Feliciano let his brother go and he ran to the door, brushing himself off along the way.
"Addio." Lovino muttered before slamming the door behind him.
"Heh-heh!" Feliciano laughed. "So, are you ready Lud?" He asked, facing the taller boy next to him.
Iz zat going to be my new nickname from zis guy? Ludwig asked himself. Vell some of mein family calls me that too.
"Yeah I'm ready." Ludwig replied walking toward the door. "You have your gym uniform, ja?" He asked.
"Si! 'Course I do!" Feliciano replied in earnest opening the door and walking out with Ludwig in tow. "Can't forget my uniform on the first day of gym." He locked the door behind them and they started to walk to school.
"Hey Feliciano?" Ludwig started.
"Hmm?"
"Why do you do that, uh, 'hug therapy' thing with your brother? It doesn't really get you anywhere."
"Ve~ that!" The Italian vociferated. "Oh I just like to fuck with him." He looked up smiling at Ludwig and made eye contact before starting to crack up at Ludwig's expression, because it did look funny.
Ludwig was really caught off guard by this. Sweet little Feliciano was hardly ever vulgar, and when he was it was mainly in muttering that you would have to be paying close attention to notice. But that was very blunt… and funny, actually. Zats totally not like him. Or maybe he's just opening up to me more. Ludwig's initial derp face at this comment was replaced by a touched expression.
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"Aru aru aru aru. Aru aru, ARU! Aru aru aru." Mr. Yao dragged on. Well, at least that's what it sounded like to Ludwig because he wasn't really paying attention. The stuff that the teacher was going over was a skill he had mastered last year and didn't need to hear it again. He was sitting next to Feliciano and Kiku in the back of the class and they were chatting quietly together (he normally wouldn't do this, but considering the teacher was loud, Alfred was drinking a shake obnoxiously a couple of seats away and some other kids were just sleeping, he figured, vat za hell).
"Ah, Ludwig. I would like to apologize for the game last Friday. I try not to get too heated but sometimes it doesn't work." Kiku averted his eyes to look at his desk shamefully.
"It's no problem Kiku, I had a good time, and we even got Berwald to talk." Ludwig patted his back playfully, but stopped when he noticed the Japanese boy's discomfort.
"Thank you." Kiku nodded his head and smiled lightly.
"What game?" Feliciano asked, curious.
"Oh, Berwald came over to my house with Tino on Friday, and we played COD against Kiku and Alfred-"
"And we kicked your Axis ASS!" Alfred interjected loudly, taking a break from his shake.
"Jones!" Mr. Yao corrected before going back to explaining.
"Oh, Alfred." Kiku sighed shaking his head.
"Ve~hahaha!" Feliciano giggled.
"Oh right! Before I forget," Kiku started. "If you two are interested in joining, Elizabeth and I are going to be running the schools anime club this year." He announced excitedly. "She and I were able to, er, bond, over some things once we were introduced to each other by you guys." His face got a little red at this but he brushed it off quickly. "It's going to be held on Tuesdays after school until 4:30."
"Of course we'll be there!" Feliciano reassured. "Right Luddy?" He asked sweetly, looking directly at the tall blonde sitting next to him.
Now he's calling me Luddy. Nice, actually. Vait, did he just volunteer me up to go to vis club of Kiku's? Rude.
"Um." Ludwig started awkward-turtle.
"Please Luddy?"
Ludwig looked into Feliciano's amber eyes and swallowed. I can't say no to zis guy.
"Ja, we'll be there." Ludwig sighed, defeated.
"Arigatō." Kiku thanked gratefully as the bell rang. "I shall see you two tomorrow!" He called over his shoulder, running to catch up to Alfred.
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Ludwig left the math room to go to the music room on the other side of the building. He made his way into the class room and sat down on the bleachers and soon a certain green-eyed, brown-haired Spaniard came bumbling in behind him shortly after.
"Hola, Ludwig!" Antonio called, jogging lightly over to sit down next to him. Antonio was a good friend of Gilbert's since Pre-K, along with his other friend, Francis. Whenever Ludwig had come to visit his brother they were always nice to him, so he got along with them well enough. Francis kind of gave Ludwig a weird kind of feeling (one that said, "Hey bro, I don't think you should be alone in a room with this guy, for realses!), but Antonio was nice. He was a very pleasant guy to be around. Although, due to his awko-taco-ness, Ludwig never became close friends with him on his own, and even now he was perfectly content with labeling him as 'his brother's friend.'
"Hello Antonio." Ludwig replied politely.
"How was your weekend?" He asked in return.
Good question. He could be honest. He could tell him about all the emotional conflict he's been going through. He could tell him about how he's so confused over everything that's been going on. Or….
"Good. How about yours?" Ludwig asked. It's not like he would share any of his problems with this guy. He felt a friendship between him but not that strong, more of a 'hey I see you in the halls a couple of times' thing.
"I've been doing muy bueno! I was mainly with Lovino. Thanks for asking!"
The bell rang and their teacher, Mr. Johnson started doing roll call. Band was a pretty eventless class that day.
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After the bell rang, Ludwig got up and grabbed his bag from the front of the room quickly and set off for his next class with pep in his step. Feliciano's schedule got changed so they also had English together. He went down the stairs to room 152 for his English class. When he got there, Feliciano was already in his seat and waved him over, to which he obliged.
"Hey Ludwig!" He greeted. Ludwig noticed something about his greeting, it seemed weird... More of forced. He looked the same, but Ludwig could tell in his eyes that something was off. This worried him. It was the same look that he was given this weekend, but he couldn't tell if he was just making it up in his head. He looks fine enough. Ludwig reasoned with himself.
"Hi." Ludwig responded.
"Okay class." The teacher got the students attention as the bell rang, signaling that they should get started. He was a short, old man with graying hair. "Your teacher is not here today. I will be sub for your class." His polish accent was very thick. "You." He pointed to Mathew sitting alone by the door. "Pass out papers." He tossed a stack of papers on his desk.
"Okay!" Mathew jumped up excitedly, ecstatic that someone noticed him (Hell, even Ludwig forgot he had a class with him). He walked from desk to desk giving everyone a worksheet with a smile on his face.
"Grazie!" Feliciano thanked, taking two papers for him and Ludwig. He looked them over before saying, "I'll go grab a dictionary, and then I'll be right back." He scooted out of his desk and went to the bookshelf in the back of the class. Ludwig took his paper and wrote down his name on the top right hand side, and he read the instructions. They needed to find the definition for 15 words, tell what type of word (i.e. verb, adjective, etc.), and then write a sentence for it. Simple enough.
"You wanna work together, Lud?" Feliciano asked coming back to his seat.
"Yeah, sure."
"Okay. I'll look up the definitions and write the sentences for these words," He gestured to the top half list of words, "and you can do these. Then we'll switch, ve~?"
The pair worked diligently, for the rest of the period and finished about five minutes before the bell was to ring.
"Turn these in on this desk before you leave the room." The teacher announced when the bell rang and everyone got up.
"See you in gym later, Ludwig~!" Feliciano called as he skipped out of class.
Vat vas I zinking about? Ludwig mused to himself. He's perfectly fine.
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"Oi, West!" Ludwig turned around to face his brother, grinning wildly and running to him at top speed.
"Hey! Slow down you're goin-" Ludwig shouted, a bit too late as his brother had already crashed into him, knocking them both on the floor.
"Kesesesese! Sorry bro! I just got excited!" Gilbert climbed off of his brother and held out his hand to help him up. "My schedule got changed!"
Ludwig gave him a questioning look anxiously. He didn't trust the 'U mad bro?' look that he was given.
"I got my math changed to eighth so I can be with the whole Bad Touch Trio, which means my science was changed to fourth!"
Ludwig stood there a moment, slowly realizing what this meant.
"Which means I have science with you now!" Gilbert finished happily.
"But that's a junior class, and you're a senior." Ludwig pointed out.
"I didn't take it last year, so germanischen Brüder Spaß! Heh?"
"Hey you two!" A teacher called from his doorway a few feet away, "Get to class."
"Sure thing Ms. Magruder!" Gilbert called to the teacher. "West, let's go!" He pushed Ludwig in the direction of their class.
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"Who are you?" The science teacher, Mr. Kowalski, asked Gilbert in his thick Spanish accent when him and Ludwig walked into the class.
"Gilbert Awesome Beilschmidt." He handed the teacher his forms and whipped a pair of sunglasses out of nowhere and put them on. "But you can just call me Sir. Awesome, because I am."
Ludwig face palmed hard. Two seconds in and he was already going to piss his teacher off.
But to his surprise the teacher just chuckled. "Alright Beilschmidt, go sit down. And take those sunglasses off." He turned to go back to his desk before stopping and swinging back around. "Just curious here, you are both Beilschmidt, do you happen to be related?"
"As it so (awesomely) happens to be, yes! I'm Luts here's older brother." He furthered his point by bringing Ludwig into a headlock and ruffling his hair.
Mr. Kowalski chuckled and told them to sit down again, which was just fine with Ludwig. They sat together at a table in back, and Ludwig brushed back his bangs to how he normally kept it.
As class started and the teacher began to teach, Ludwig felt his phone vibrate.
Feliciano V: Heyyy :D
Me: Don't text me in class
Feliciano V: Cmon! Science is so boring! :P You got the fun teacher
Me: No. We're going to get in trouble
Feliciano V: :( please? It's fun! :D
Me: No. Besides I'm going to see you next period
Feliciano V: Your no fun
Me: *You're
Feliciano V: Why are you even texting me if YOU'RE (See, I got dis bitch :)) up on such a high horse. Hmm?
Fuck. He's got me. Ludwig cursed. But he couldn't think of a reason as to why he was texting him. He just had this strange urge to communicate with him; it was very odd to him. However, that didn't mean he wasn't going to fight back with a kick-ass comeback!
Me: Fuck you
Okay, so not the best of comebacks, but dammit he was new to this!
"Hey West, who ya texting?" Gilbert asked, nudging Ludwig in the ribs with his elbow. "By the way bro, you're being really obvious."
"Um, just Feliciano." Ludwig muttered, stuffing his phone back in his pocket.
"So it's as simple as that." Mr. Kowalski reassured to the class. Vut? Ludwig wondered. This is why you pay attention chico!
"What's he talking about?" Ludwig asked his brother.
"I have no fucking clue." He deadpanned. "I think it's about science fair, can't really tell with that thick ass accent."
"Okay." Mr. Kowalski had been talking about that all the time already, he hadn't missed much… and he had time to text Feliciano back (He had responded while Ludwig was putting his phone back).
Feliciano V: Lolololo XD nice comeback stupid!
Feliciano V: I'm fine now, I got Tino to sit next to me, but Berwald keeps staring at us and its freaking me out! I mean I know he's actually nice but its still scary D:
Ludwig smiled at this. I'll just give him a hug ven I see him again. Ludwig thought. Vait, no zat's veird. Vhy vould I even zink zat.
Me: You know he doesn't mean it. But seriously stop texting me I need to learn.
Sir Awesome: Hey brohas! :D
Ludwig turned to face his brother and punched him in the arm. After a slight pause the brothers laughed, Ludwig an extremely light, uncharacteristic, barely audible chuckle, and Gil an obnoxiously loud one before they got yelled at from the teacher to shut up.
Look at West, laughing and shit. Gilbert thought to himself, he looked over and saw Ludwig take out his notebook and start writing. Zat Italian sure ist good for him. Kesesese! I knew za awesome me was right on zis one!
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At the locker room, Ludwig was already halfway dressed before Feliciano showed up.
"Hey Luddy! Hug time!" Feliciano reached out to hug Ludwig but he jumped back, crashing into a nearby locker.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Ludwig shouted at the brunette boy in front of him. "Crap, that hurt."
Feliciano looked up, a hurt expression in his face. Gay or not, I'll a be damned if I don't get my hug! Oh wait, he doesn't know that… More of a reason!
"Ve! What's wrong with you? You've never had a problem before hugging me."
Ludwig gulped. He didn't like making his little goofy Italian friend feel bad, especially since the brunette was already a little off today. But even with that he needed to be told some guidelines!
"There's nothing wrong with me!" The blond yelled with a red face. "You can't hug me when I don't have any fucking pants on!" He punctured every syllable with a bonk on the head.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! I'm so-Ow! Sorry! Ow! Ludwig-! Ow! I'm sorry! Owowowowow!" Feliciano cried loudly, getting the attention of some nearby people.
Ludwig stopped his lecture and continued to put on his gym uniform, grumbling along the way. He was about to leave to go to the gymnasium before he noticed that Feliciano was not there anymore.
"Hey Feliciano?" Ludwig called out.
He must have already gone out. Ludwig shrugged. The locker room was considerably emptier now. He left the room and headed out.
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Feliciano cried after Ludwig hit him; he didn't have to be so rough! He was about to get up but someone had put their hand over his mouth and started dragging him away.
"Mmhh! Mmm! Mmhh!" Feliciano tried to yell out before he was slapped on the back of his head.
"Shut up!" A voice hissed.
Crapola. He knew that voice.
"Hey Feliciano?" Ludwig called out.
Feliciano didn't even bother trying to get his attention. He knew how this was going to play out, better not to fight it.
He heard the last few people shuffle out before he braced himself for what was going to happen.
"Get up." The voice ordered as the speaker let go of his mouth and pushed him on the floor.
Feliciano got up shakily and backed up slowly, raising his hands in defense.
"Ve~, Arthur! H-h-h-how's it going?" He asked nervously, fighting to keep his voice calm.
Arthur Kirkland was a British kid that had been going to school with Feliciano since middle school. He was one of those kids that didn't like Feliciano due to his child-like behavior. Nothing really bad happened at first, mainly just teasing and some tripping. However, as the years progressed, so did the bulling.
"Cut the crap, faggot!" Arthur shouted, advancing on the scared Italian quickly.
Arthur punched Feliciano in the gut, grinning when he fell.
Feliciano moaned in pain.
Arthur laughed. "Ha! You really are a little bitch aren't you?" He kicked him swiftly in the stomach again.
"Please…" Feliciano whimpered. "Please stop."
Arthur laughed, sounding very much amused. He picked up Feliciano by his shoulders and started to taunt him some more.
"You fucking little sissy!" He slammed Feliciano against a locker and kneed him in his chest. He let Feliciano fall to the floor again.
Arthur sat down on a nearby bench, Feliciano stayed on the floor timidly.
"Hey, Feliciano." Arthur called to get the boys attention. "What's up with that boy you were flirting with?"
"Ve? I wasn't flirting with any one." Feliciano replied, confused.
Arthur slapped him hard on his shoulder.
"Stop lying bitch! The blond guy with the stick up his ass. That guy you were trying to grind up on with no pants on."
"B-but I-" Feliciano started.
"Cut it out, biscuit!" Arthur shouted, punching Feliciano squarely in the chest to shut him up, effectively doing so. "I don't want to hear it." He sighed, mocking a sound of pity while shaking his head. "You know he doesn't even like you."
"T-that's not true." Feliciano stuttered.
"Really?" Arthur asked. "Do you really think he's your friend? That he likes to hang out with you?"
Feliciano nodded enthusiastically. "Si! Yes he is my friend! He told me himself!"
The Brit chuckled darkly. "He's lying to you. He doesn't actually like you. He's obviously faking it! He only keeps you around to keep him busy with something to mess with." Arthur laughed, amused. "Hah! I mean, what good are you to him? He's so much different than you; you could never really be his friend." He watched happily as Feliciano's face changed from a look of defiance, one of thought, and then finally one of hurt.
"But…" Feliciano started weakly.
"You know it's true, and it would be better if you just realized that. I have a class with him, I know this."
Feliciano sniffed trying to find a reason why that wasn't true, but when he thought about it, there wasn't much too really like about him.
Arthur grinned at this silence and continued on.
"I'm sure it doesn't help that you're gay. I mean, that would probably gross him out."
"I'm not-" Feliciano tried to defend himself.
"For God sakes Feliciano! Just bloody accept that you're gay!" He cut him off loudly, making the Italian jump. "I know it! You know it! Anyone who bloody looks at your queer ass knows it! You can't hide this from me, I know you too well."
Arthur glanced at his wristwatch and stood up quickly.
"Get up." He ordered, kicking Feliciano again to get him moving. Feliciano stood up quickly.
"Don't let anyone see your stomach when you're changing." He leaned up closer to the boy and whispered with a threat. "Or I'll get you worse." He stood up again.
"Do you understand?"
Feliciano nodded weakly.
"I said 'Do you fucking understand me?'" Arthur yelled, his eyebrows wiggling in anger.
"Yes!" Feliciano cried, nodding his head a mile a minute.
"Good." Arthur left-not before kicking Feliciano in the ribs. Soon the little Italian found himself alone in the locker room.
Feliciano pulled himself into a tight ball, and started to cry.
Why does he do this to me? Why? And how the fuck does a he know that I'm gay? I guess Kat was right about that a one.
"Well crying's not going to get me anywhere." Feliciano told himself, sitting up. "Just suck it up Feli. Come on. Get over it, this is your life, accept it." He got up, dusted himself off, and wiped his eyes. Then he went back to his locker to finish changing.
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"Hey Feliciano!" Ludwig shouted as the Italian walked into the gym. "Why are you so-" Ludwig stopped his scolding when he got a good look at his friends face. Feliciano had his usual smile on his face- as happy as ever, but his cheeks were redder and his eyes were puffy as if he just had been crying.
"Hey, Feliciano?" Ludwig's tone changed to a softer one, one of concern. He looked the Italian in the eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Hmm?" 'He doesn't actually like you'. Feliciano looked away from Ludwig's gaze. "Nothing's wrong silly! Ve~ you worry too much!"
Ludwig was about to rebuttal, but was cut off by his brother jumping in on them.
"Kesesese! What's up guys?" Gilbert grabbed Feliciano playfully and hassled him around a bit. Ludwig noticed that Feliciano flinched slightly when he was picked up, but his expression quickly changed so he assumed it was just from being caught off guard. Nonetheless, Ludwig still frowned at this.
"Yo Beilschmidt!" Coach Vargas called.
"The awesome one or mein bruder?" Gilbert asked.
Coach laughed. "Hahaha, come on Gil. I need some help setting this stuff up."
"Ay ay Captain!" Gilbert shouted, running over to where he was needed.
"Want to sit down, Ludwig?" Feliciano asked.
"Ja, sure." Feliciano started to head towards the bleachers where Berwald and Tino were sitting.
"Hello to you!" Tino greeted when the two came to sit down by him and Berwald.
"Hmm." Berwald greeted, nodding his head.
"Ciao~!" Said Feliciano, "Long time no see, ve?" He chuckled.
"But we were just seeing-" Tino started before he was cut off by Berwald nudging him in the ribs.
"He was being sarcastic." He explained.
"Hehehe!" Giggled Feliciano before sitting down, pulling Ludwig down with him.
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After Gym (which had consisted of running around in a circle for fifteen minutes and then pretending to play basketball), the class went down to the locker rooms to change again back to their normal clothes.
"I'll see you at lunch Ludwig." Feliciano called as he picked up his bag from his locker.
"Oh." Ludwig said stupidly.
"Ve?" Feliciano asked.
"N-nothing, I just figured. Uh, nothing." Ludwig replied, although what he really was wondering was why he felt the need to change somewhere else. Even just forty minutes ago he was flaunting around without pants. But he didn't question farther.
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"Still trying to cozy up to the Kraut?" Arthur mocked. Since kids were coming in Arthur had made Feliciano come with him to an empty room to well... rag on him.
"He doesn't hate me." Feliciano retorted.
"Keep telling yourself that." Arthur knocked down the Italians backpack from the desk it was on, spilling the contents all over the floor.
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"Ciao guys!" Feliciano sat down at the usual lunch table, this time occupied by Ludwig, Kiku, Antonio, Lovino, Tino and Berwald.
Everyone returned the greeting happily, most already long since started eating. He sat down in between Kiku and Ludwig.
"How was your morning Lovino?" Feliciano asked politely, taking out his lunch.
"Fine, until this tomato bastard starting poking at me throughout the whole fucking gym class!" Lovino shouted, smacking the Spaniard in the back of the head.
"Ow! But Lovi~ your cheeks are so soft and cute!" Antonio whined, before whispering "And not just the ones on your face."
"Dammit tomato!" Lovino continued to hit the older boy next to him, causing a certain Finnish boy to cower into the Swedish boy next to him.
"Ve! Fratello! You're scaring Tino!" Feliciano cried. "And I think Kiku!" Indeed Kiku was sitting awkwardly staring into the situation with wide eyes. He was just refraining from speaking, finding the mood quite awkward for him.
"Shut the fuck up stupid!"
"Hey, Lov-"
"Shut the fuck up potato bastard! Stay out of this!"
"He was just trying to help."
"Tomato, not you too, bastard!"
*30 minutes, 28 'bastards', and 17 've's' later*
"Ludwig." Berwald called across the table, getting the German's attention.
"Huh?" Ludwig asked, partially caught off guard.
"You want to head out for woodshop?"
"Uh, yeah let's go." He picked up his bag and after he said his goodbye to the table ("Damn potato, I don't need your goodbye!"), he followed Berwald upstairs to the Woodshop room.
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"Hey Mr. Braginski!" Ludwig and Berwald greeted when they walked in the class.
"Privet!" He greeted back, with that child-like grin that Ludwig had come to see less of creepy and more of a friendly personality trait. Most others however still saw him as a scary ass Russian dude, but he knew different seeing as his table was closest to the teacher and Mr. Braginski would always chat with them when they had extra time left over.
"Hey-yo!" Alfred called coming into the room, the last person as always.
"Please take your seat, Jones." The Russian directed, curtly, trying to get the period started.
That class they worked on sketches of birdhouses, Ludwig was very good at this.
"Ludwig, that's really good." Berwald commented, actually showing some emotion.
"Da! That is very nice Ludwig!" Mr. Braginski smiled, "Keep it up!"
"Thanks." Ludwig said, heating up a little in the face due to the attention.
"Hey bro, how come you're so good at that?" Alfred asked.
"Actually, my brother Gilbert." Ludwig replied, smiling lightly, "He is really into birds and we've done stuff like this ever since we were younger."
The rest of the period went by very fast to Ludwig, due to all the warm and fuzzies he was receiving from his class mates.
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"Hello class. Your bell ringer is on the board, while I take attendance.' Mr. Annan directed as he sat down at his desk.
Ever since the first day Mr. Annan had changed his appearance a lot. Instead of the mask he now wore thick rimmed glasses (his mask was still on his desk though). He wore a button up plaid shirt and skinny jeans. Yes, Mr. Annan went full blown hipster.
"Hey, Feliciano." Ludwig whispered, getting the boys attention by kicking his foot.
"Ve?" He asked finishing up the work they were given.
"How was drama?"
"Good, I had fun." Feliciano replied. "Gilbert and Mr. Mathias had a break dance competition."
"Okay now, we're going to start. Enough with the chit-chatting." Mr. Annan told the class, heading towards the board.
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On the way home, Feliciano and Ludwig made their usual conversation, and soon they made it to Feliciano's house.
"Bye Lud!" Feliciano said reaching out his arms for a hug.
"Goodbye." Ludwig awkwardly accepted the hug, walking into the smaller boy's arms and wrapping his own around the Italian. "I'll see you tomorrow."
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After Ludwig dropped him off, Feliciano quickly went inside to put his stuff away before leaving to Katyusha's house. He made it to her house in no time and he was grateful that she was the one to answer, ushering him to her room.
"Arthur's back!" Feliciano cried into Kat's shoulder when she sat down next to him on the bed. "I thought he would leave me alone!"
"You need to tell someone." She begged, hugging the sobbing boy closer to herself (although this was hard due to her big breasteses).
"No!" He shouted, letting her go. "No, that will only make it worse."
Katyusha sighed deeply. Why does he do this to himself? I wish I was stronger and could do something to protect him .Poor Feli.
Translations:
Italian:
Addio: Goodbye
Si: Yes
Ciao: Hello
German:
Ja: Yeah
Germanischen Brüder Spass: Germanic brothers' fun
Mein Bruder: My brother
Japanese:
Arigatō: Thank you
Spanish:
Hola: Hello
Muy Bueno: Very good
Russian:
Privet: Hello
A/N: Iggy fans please don't kill me DX! Anywho, a lot has happened since I last updated. I put two new stories, In America, and Get the Pokemans Luddy, so if you wanna check those out be my guest :D. I don't even know whats wrong with me for that second story, but it's really fun to write so I hope someone likes it. Also I finally put something on my profile X)! I should have done that before but it was a long weekend so I kicked myself to do it! Now I haz a link to my DeviantArt up, btw correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I've told you that I drew stuff for some of these chapters, so once I get a new scanner those will be up :). Oh yeah, I've been told that sometimes Italy seems to switch his character-ness when I write him so I thought this would be an appropriate chapter to explain that. I wanted to show that Feli is good at hiding his emotions to most people (emphasis on the most), that he can take bad things and pretend that they don't happen. That he's not as childish as he seems. I can't imagine in canon that Italy is stupid; his country is too smart for that. I'd like to think that he just acts goofy and sometimes can be a little confused with some things (who doesn't). To compare that to myself I'm actually a smart person, but I act goofy, I don't act stupid, just goofy. But if I need to be serious I can. I figured the Iggs would be best for this since Italy fears him so much, not that I don't like him. Stfu Pasta Socks, that's enough (really sorry for the drabble :(). Please review, I can't even explain in words how motivated that keeps me! Also the follows and favs are muy appreciated! Thanks! :D