[Fic Fill]: Trouble in Relativity
TITLE: Trouble in Relativity
AUTHOR/ARTIST: Theif_Raccoon
RECIPIENT: chromatic_coma
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Germany, Italy.N, Italy.S
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Romano goes to Feliciano for relationship advice, but circumstances gave him Ludwig instead.
Feliciano was fidgeting in his seat and it was getting on Ludwig's nerves.
“Feli..... is there something bugging you?” asked the German as he placed a hand on his forehead hoping the headache he felt coming on didn't. The Italian stopped fidgeting with the sketchbook that was in his hands and looked up at Ludwig.
“Um... ve..it's about fratello.” Feliciano quietly answered Ludwig's question.
“Romano?” Ludwig sighed as out the name as he wondered what Romano did this time to make Feli worry.
“Si. He kind of wanted to come over, ve.” Ludwig popped his head up from his hand to stare at the Italian in shock. He wasn't expecting that as an answer.
“Hmmm.. That's unusual. Do you want me to be scarce when he visit?” Feliciano's eyes lit up as the last of Ludwig's words was spoken.
“Could you please, ve?!”
“Ja, Feli. I don't mind at all.” And as an afterthought on the topic. 'I don't think Romano would want to see me anyway.'
Feliciano rushed up to the German man and hugged him as he smiled while responding, “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Ludwig.”
“Ah Feliciano....” He sighs as he wrapped one arm around the Italian. Feliciano giggled and stood up bouncing to the door.
“Ve, I'm going to buy some items for dinner tonight then.”
“Do you need me to come and help you?” Ludwig started to move when Feliciano shook his head side to side.
“No, I'll be fine. Don't worry I'll be back before Romano is here.” Feliciano skipped out of the room before Ludwig had a chance to say anything about it. He shook his head in defeated amusement by the Italian man's antics. He went back to his work and waited for the usual yell.
“I'm leaving Ludwig. I'll be back later.” He heard as the door slammed shut. He glanced out the window waved back at the ecstatically waving Italian. He watched Feliciano walk out of his sight.
“Hmmm... usually Romano would avoid my place like the plague.” He thought on it, but finally he shrugged his shoulders dismissing it and continue finishing up his work before anything else could interrupt him.
Ludwig walked out of his office stretching out his arms and back.
“Done! Hmmm..? Feliciano isn't back yet.” He sighed and walked back into the office that held his phone.
“I better call him. He's probably gotten distracted by a cat or taking a siesta again.” He was holding onto the phone about to dial when the doorbell rang.
“Who is?.... Oh right Feli did say Romano was coming.” Placing the phone back on the hook, he made his way to the front door as the bell rang several times with someone also pounding on the door itself.
“I'm coming, I'm coming.” Ludwig shouted as he worked to unlock the door. Romano shoved his way in as Ludwig unlocked the door. The Southern Italian growled as he stormed pass Ludwig.
“Alright, I'm here Feliciano! Let's go!” Romano shouted out hoping Feliciano would hear him. Ludwig blinked in surprise at Romano's words. He turned around and looked up and down at the other. Romano was wearing a grey shirt that had an old faded white symbol. A brown jacket was cover the shirt with a pair of blue jeans to set it all together. The odd part about all this is Romano even if he's going with his brother always looked clean and right now the shirt was wrinkled, the jacket disheveled and the pants had a few stains on them.
“What are you looking at potato bastard?”
“Ah nothing. Feliciano is out right now. He'll be back soon.”
“Grrrrr, why isn't he here now? We need to get going now!” Romano nearly shouted out the last of his words. Ludwig narrowed his eyes.
“He isn't here like I said and didn't Feli say you asked to come here anyway.” He watched as Romano's back stiffed, but he quickly turned back to the German.
“One, I did not ask to come here and two, why would I!” As he glared at the man. He could tell Romano was nervous from the slight shake in his form.
“Look just relax...” He didn't get a chance as Romano retorted back, “You are so frustrating! Feliciano keeps talking about you it's... grrrr I just wish you would just disappear!”
While Romano huffed and puffed as Ludwig leaned against the door waiting.
“What's your problem? You know that Feliciano and I have...” It clicked for Ludwig. He narrowed his eyes and took a closer look at Romano's eyes. They held a slight glassy look in them.
“Look Romano, I can't disappear, because as long as Feliciano sneaks up here, he won't let me be. Romano, is there something you want to talk about?”
“Why should I talk to you about anything!” Retorted the Italian as he made the usual vulgar gesture that hardly made Ludwig mad anymore. Ludwig moved closer to Romano, but stayed leaning against the wall. He looked down at his shoes remembering.
“You know it wasn't like Feli and I got together right away. Actually, I didn't know that the red roses he had given me were a gift meant for a friend. It was only later after my disastrous attempt at a date that Feliciano explained everything to me. We decided to stay friends in the end.” Ludwig chuckled, as he glanced over. Romano didn't move from where he was, but he could tell that Romano was listening even if it didn't look like it.
“It wasn't until a few years after the wall fell that we got closer.” Ludwig leaned his head back as he continued, “Even Gilbert has had some troubles. He had a crush on Elizabeth.” He heard the other man's muffled laughter as he tried his best to hide it from Ludwig. Ludwig moved closer to the Italian and lightly patted his shoulder.
“Come on, let's go into the living room.” Romano let the German lead and the two sat down on the couch.
“What happened Romano?” Ludwig watched the Southern Italian as the final barrier broke down.
“I finally asked Miss Emma out.” Ludwig was surprised. He didn't know that Romano liked Belgium. Though he remembered the saying “Don't judge a book by its cover.”
“It was going great. We had a wonderful dinner with a great wine. Went to a theater show and then walked through a beautiful park. It should of ended with a kiss at the end.” Romano had a frown and had his fingers together like he was praying.
“But it didn't.” Answered Ludwig.
“No it didn't. She said she had fun, but she didn't love me at all. She ...only liked me as a little brother.” It almost looked like he might cry, but he kept it in.
“It's never easy being turned down. At least she was honest with you.”
“But why did she even agree to go out at all? Why give me a false hope?” That made Ludwig ponder the question for a bit.
“Maybe to confirm if she liked you as a little brother.” Romano looked up at the German as he continued, “She wasn't sure if she loved you or only liked you. In the end, she confirmed it and was honest about it.” Romano looked so heart broken when the German explained his theory. Ludwig couldn't keep up the gaze, so he turned away.
“Or she didn't know. She thought it was just spending time with you.” Ludwig noticed he was failing miserably at his efforts to cheer up the little Italian. He sighed, the man was Feliciano's brother, so he felt he had do something. Ludwig had an idea he was going to do something stupid. He leaned closer and hugged Romano. The Italian struggled a little, but gave in.
“Look, it sucks alright, but there are many other people out there. There are people who care about you and maybe you'll find the right one. Don't lose hope.” Ludwig said quietly. Romano didn't seem to know whether to hug him back or punch him. He opted for a light punch to the German's shoulder and a quickly muttered, “Thanks” as the front door opened.
“I'm back!!!” The two separated as Feliciano skipped in.
“Ah, Fratello you're here so early.” Ludwig looked over as Romano ducked his head to hide a slight blush as he responded,“Well, I knew you would be late!”
“Ve~ Since you're here you want to help fix dinner?” It didn't faze the younger Italian as he walked towards the kitchen.
“Fine.” Romano followed his brother, but stopped and glanced over his shoulder.
“You coming? Maybe, I'll even let you put in that worst sausages you like so much into the sauce.” Ludwig smirked and followed the Italian as he thought,
“That's the closest thing to a compliment I will ever get from him.”
AUTHOR/ARTIST: Theif_Raccoon
RECIPIENT: chromatic_coma
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Germany, Italy.N, Italy.S
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Romano goes to Feliciano for relationship advice, but circumstances gave him Ludwig instead.
Feliciano was fidgeting in his seat and it was getting on Ludwig's nerves.
“Feli..... is there something bugging you?” asked the German as he placed a hand on his forehead hoping the headache he felt coming on didn't. The Italian stopped fidgeting with the sketchbook that was in his hands and looked up at Ludwig.
“Um... ve..it's about fratello.” Feliciano quietly answered Ludwig's question.
“Romano?” Ludwig sighed as out the name as he wondered what Romano did this time to make Feli worry.
“Si. He kind of wanted to come over, ve.” Ludwig popped his head up from his hand to stare at the Italian in shock. He wasn't expecting that as an answer.
“Hmmm.. That's unusual. Do you want me to be scarce when he visit?” Feliciano's eyes lit up as the last of Ludwig's words was spoken.
“Could you please, ve?!”
“Ja, Feli. I don't mind at all.” And as an afterthought on the topic. 'I don't think Romano would want to see me anyway.'
Feliciano rushed up to the German man and hugged him as he smiled while responding, “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Ludwig.”
“Ah Feliciano....” He sighs as he wrapped one arm around the Italian. Feliciano giggled and stood up bouncing to the door.
“Ve, I'm going to buy some items for dinner tonight then.”
“Do you need me to come and help you?” Ludwig started to move when Feliciano shook his head side to side.
“No, I'll be fine. Don't worry I'll be back before Romano is here.” Feliciano skipped out of the room before Ludwig had a chance to say anything about it. He shook his head in defeated amusement by the Italian man's antics. He went back to his work and waited for the usual yell.
“I'm leaving Ludwig. I'll be back later.” He heard as the door slammed shut. He glanced out the window waved back at the ecstatically waving Italian. He watched Feliciano walk out of his sight.
“Hmmm... usually Romano would avoid my place like the plague.” He thought on it, but finally he shrugged his shoulders dismissing it and continue finishing up his work before anything else could interrupt him.
Ludwig walked out of his office stretching out his arms and back.
“Done! Hmmm..? Feliciano isn't back yet.” He sighed and walked back into the office that held his phone.
“I better call him. He's probably gotten distracted by a cat or taking a siesta again.” He was holding onto the phone about to dial when the doorbell rang.
“Who is?.... Oh right Feli did say Romano was coming.” Placing the phone back on the hook, he made his way to the front door as the bell rang several times with someone also pounding on the door itself.
“I'm coming, I'm coming.” Ludwig shouted as he worked to unlock the door. Romano shoved his way in as Ludwig unlocked the door. The Southern Italian growled as he stormed pass Ludwig.
“Alright, I'm here Feliciano! Let's go!” Romano shouted out hoping Feliciano would hear him. Ludwig blinked in surprise at Romano's words. He turned around and looked up and down at the other. Romano was wearing a grey shirt that had an old faded white symbol. A brown jacket was cover the shirt with a pair of blue jeans to set it all together. The odd part about all this is Romano even if he's going with his brother always looked clean and right now the shirt was wrinkled, the jacket disheveled and the pants had a few stains on them.
“What are you looking at potato bastard?”
“Ah nothing. Feliciano is out right now. He'll be back soon.”
“Grrrrr, why isn't he here now? We need to get going now!” Romano nearly shouted out the last of his words. Ludwig narrowed his eyes.
“He isn't here like I said and didn't Feli say you asked to come here anyway.” He watched as Romano's back stiffed, but he quickly turned back to the German.
“One, I did not ask to come here and two, why would I!” As he glared at the man. He could tell Romano was nervous from the slight shake in his form.
“Look just relax...” He didn't get a chance as Romano retorted back, “You are so frustrating! Feliciano keeps talking about you it's... grrrr I just wish you would just disappear!”
While Romano huffed and puffed as Ludwig leaned against the door waiting.
“What's your problem? You know that Feliciano and I have...” It clicked for Ludwig. He narrowed his eyes and took a closer look at Romano's eyes. They held a slight glassy look in them.
“Look Romano, I can't disappear, because as long as Feliciano sneaks up here, he won't let me be. Romano, is there something you want to talk about?”
“Why should I talk to you about anything!” Retorted the Italian as he made the usual vulgar gesture that hardly made Ludwig mad anymore. Ludwig moved closer to Romano, but stayed leaning against the wall. He looked down at his shoes remembering.
“You know it wasn't like Feli and I got together right away. Actually, I didn't know that the red roses he had given me were a gift meant for a friend. It was only later after my disastrous attempt at a date that Feliciano explained everything to me. We decided to stay friends in the end.” Ludwig chuckled, as he glanced over. Romano didn't move from where he was, but he could tell that Romano was listening even if it didn't look like it.
“It wasn't until a few years after the wall fell that we got closer.” Ludwig leaned his head back as he continued, “Even Gilbert has had some troubles. He had a crush on Elizabeth.” He heard the other man's muffled laughter as he tried his best to hide it from Ludwig. Ludwig moved closer to the Italian and lightly patted his shoulder.
“Come on, let's go into the living room.” Romano let the German lead and the two sat down on the couch.
“What happened Romano?” Ludwig watched the Southern Italian as the final barrier broke down.
“I finally asked Miss Emma out.” Ludwig was surprised. He didn't know that Romano liked Belgium. Though he remembered the saying “Don't judge a book by its cover.”
“It was going great. We had a wonderful dinner with a great wine. Went to a theater show and then walked through a beautiful park. It should of ended with a kiss at the end.” Romano had a frown and had his fingers together like he was praying.
“But it didn't.” Answered Ludwig.
“No it didn't. She said she had fun, but she didn't love me at all. She ...only liked me as a little brother.” It almost looked like he might cry, but he kept it in.
“It's never easy being turned down. At least she was honest with you.”
“But why did she even agree to go out at all? Why give me a false hope?” That made Ludwig ponder the question for a bit.
“Maybe to confirm if she liked you as a little brother.” Romano looked up at the German as he continued, “She wasn't sure if she loved you or only liked you. In the end, she confirmed it and was honest about it.” Romano looked so heart broken when the German explained his theory. Ludwig couldn't keep up the gaze, so he turned away.
“Or she didn't know. She thought it was just spending time with you.” Ludwig noticed he was failing miserably at his efforts to cheer up the little Italian. He sighed, the man was Feliciano's brother, so he felt he had do something. Ludwig had an idea he was going to do something stupid. He leaned closer and hugged Romano. The Italian struggled a little, but gave in.
“Look, it sucks alright, but there are many other people out there. There are people who care about you and maybe you'll find the right one. Don't lose hope.” Ludwig said quietly. Romano didn't seem to know whether to hug him back or punch him. He opted for a light punch to the German's shoulder and a quickly muttered, “Thanks” as the front door opened.
“I'm back!!!” The two separated as Feliciano skipped in.
“Ah, Fratello you're here so early.” Ludwig looked over as Romano ducked his head to hide a slight blush as he responded,“Well, I knew you would be late!”
“Ve~ Since you're here you want to help fix dinner?” It didn't faze the younger Italian as he walked towards the kitchen.
“Fine.” Romano followed his brother, but stopped and glanced over his shoulder.
“You coming? Maybe, I'll even let you put in that worst sausages you like so much into the sauce.” Ludwig smirked and followed the Italian as he thought,
“That's the closest thing to a compliment I will ever get from him.”