Chapter One

It was a bit weird. A pizzeria-bakery that sold pasta and wurst? Ludwig shook his head and kept working. The wurst should be a better color. It's not expired or rotten. What is going on? His co-founders, a pair of Italian twins, were in charge of the pizza and pasta aspects of the restaurant; Ludwig managed the baking and sausage-making. The place was moderately busy during all hours of the working day, especially lunch. Ludwig had already made friends with a quiet, calm Japanese man who often visited the restaurant; it seemed he had a strange penchant for photography, namely in the foods and paparazzi categories. He rubbed his forehead. I've seen a lot of weird people, haven't I? Since I started working here. One of the brothers called from outside the kitchen. "Ne, ne, Ludwig, can you send out one of the little cakes, with the roses? A pretty girl just walked in and I want her to have it, ve~" Ludwig put the wurst aside and marched out. He gave the Italian a sound smack on the head and walked back to the bubbling pot. "So mean, Luddy..."

"Don't call me that, Feliciano. There are five orders for pesto alone, and half of our cooks are on their day off. Get to work!" Little Feliciano promptly started sobbing, which, of course, brought his brother Lovino into the kitchen. "What the fuck are you doing to my brother, potato bastard?"

"He's slacking off. I didn't do anything."

"Ve~ It's not his fault, fratello."

"It sure as hell is. The bastard causes all the problems around here!"

"Would you two stop talking about me as if I'm not here, and get to work? There are customers to be served!" The two jumped, startled, and returned to making pasta and pizza while Ludwig grumbled about his ruined wurst. Those Italians...

He made sure the cakes were rising evenly. Feliciano floated back into the kitchen and attached himself to Ludwig. Ach! Italians! "Ve~ Luddy, how do you ice the cakes like that?" Ludwig glowered at the lazy little guy he was trying to shake off. "Feliciano, you are not done making the next two batches of linguine, ja?" The German wore an amiable smile. "Ve~ Not yet!"

"Then. Get. To. Work."

"B-b-but, Luddy, I'm tired...and the new cook you hired is reaallly good at cooking pasta, so..."

"..." The little face stared up at him. "...fine. Don't cause any trouble."

"Yay! Luddy is so nice!"

"Don't call me that, Feliciano."

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First chapter! For my last Gerita fanfic, I uploaded short chapters daily, so I'm going to keep that up because the best way to start and/or end a day is Gerita. R&R? Thanks for the read! 2nd chapter out by tomorrow :)