What is this? Two Chapters? From someone who hasn't updated in a year?

I want to apologize for the lateness of this chapter, and want to thank those of you who have stayed with me. Chapters 4 and 5 are kinda short so I'm uploading them together.

Hope you enjoy 3

The glass door slide open quietly in front of Ludwig's broad form, a small brunette and an even smaller blonde following close after him. The receptionist behind the front desk, the same one from the day before when Feliciano came to visit, quickly tried to straighten her scrubs and catch the few flyaway hairs around her head.

"Mr. Beilschmidt! Come to visit your brother?" Ludwig glanced over at the woman and Ludwig watched as his shoulder rose and fell in a sigh, as if this wasn't the first time this had happened.

"I have, but I would like to speak with the doctor first, if I may."

"Of course sir, let go back and get him." She quickly stood, fixed her scrubs one last time and, with a final smile in Ludwig's direction, made her way down a familiar hallway. Feliciano watched until turned down a connecting hallway and disappeared from his sight.

"Are you okay?" Feliciano jumped and tried to cover up the squeak that escaped his mouth. He turned and looked up at Ludwig whose forehead was scrunched in confusion.

"Y-yes, I'm fine." Feliciano felt his face heat and suddenly found his new shoes insanely interesting. Ludwig gave a confused grunt before the sound of feet in the hallway grabbed his attention.

"Ludwig!" Antonio's voice filled the small waiting room, "how are you my friend? The two men embraced and exchanged pleasantries, Antonio even kneeled down to pull Adalicia up onto his hip making the small girl giggle. Feliciano watched all of this from behind Ludwig, still hidden from Antonio's view. I shouldn't be here.

Within a few seconds Feliciano's mind was made up, and by the time Ludwig turned to introduce him, he was long gone.

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The walk back to Rome's place was quiet. Feliciano kept to himself, eyes on the concrete in front of him, and arms crossed tightly over his chest. He thought back to Ludwig and his daughter, they both seemed to be happy, though Ludwig was a bit more on the tired side, but happy nonetheless.

He had overstayed his welcome, and so him leaving was the best thing for him to do right? After they visited Ludwig's brother, he would have had to leave anyway, so how bad could it have been if he left a little sooner? Probably made things a little easier for him.

Feliciano was so lost in thought that the sounds of shoes hitting the ground, making their way towards him didn't register until two arms were wrapped around his sides. The night prior suddenly being brought to the forefront of his mind, Feliciano quickly shouted out and began kicking his legs, trying to get the mysterious figure away from him.

"Feli! Feli wait! It's just me!" Rome's voice filled his head and Feliciano's body went limp in the larger man's arms. Once the arms were loosened, Feliciano quickly turned and and threw his arms around Rome's neck, the man wrapped him in a hug once again, much more hesitant this time, and gently patted Feliciano's back.

"My little Feli, where have you been? We have all been worried sick about you!" Feliciano knew that he was being reprimanded but Rome's voice was soft and gentle, probably because of his response to his first hug. Feliciano nuzzled his face once more into Rome's shoulder before pulling away with a watery smile.

"I'm sorry, if we head back now I can tell everyone at once, so I won't need to repeat." Rome nodded and gestured for Feliciano to begin walking. The small Italian was about to move forward, but stopped and grabbed hold of Rome's pinkie and ring finger. He looked over at Feliciano with a raised eyebrow but didn't pull away. The two made their way back home that way, Feliciano feeling safe and Rome, content.

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Once Feliciano had finished explaining to everyone why he hadn't come home, omitting a few details so they would go on a hunting spree in the middle of the day, he made his way quietly up to his room. Everything was where he had left it the day before; his street clothes, his second pair of ratty shoes, and an empty envelope that he would have to fill within two weeks.

He sighed and quickly made his way towards the bed, shedding clothes until the cool air chilled his skin. Feliciano looked at the clothes, now lying on his bed. He would have to return these, he couldn't keep something that was supposed to be borrowed. . . But he also couldn't show up at Ludwig's house in his street clothes since his other ones had been torn beyond salvaging.

Better question, where did the ma live? Both going to and leaving, Feliciano had been either passed out or dozing.

"Well I'm in a pickle." The words fell flat, and the clothes were still laid out on the bed, giving no new information to where Ludwig's house was. With a final sigh, Feliciano scooted the clothes toward the end of his bed, and quickly made himself comfortable under the sheets. It may have been the middle of the day, but when you are tired it-

"Means that the body needs rest."

"Who are you talking to Feli?" Feliciano looked over to see Francis looking in from the hallway.

"No one, I'm just wondering when the last time Ludwig had a siesta was."

"If he's anything like how you described him, he doesn't seem the type to take siestas." Feliciano's eyebrows scrunched and Francis tried to muffle his chuckle and the constipated look on the young man's face.

"Well that's just not right, everyone needs siestas."

"Well, maybe you need to be the one to teach him that." Feliciano blinked silently toward the ceiling, "see you later Feli, I'm heading out early. Enjoy your siesta." With a final wave, Francis made his way passed Feliciano's door.

He blinked once again, "I need to be the one to teach him."