Humans had so many glorious inventions. Literature, art, food, and most importantly- beer. Humans had beer. With a fresh malt frothing there was nothing which drew his attention faster. Except for shouting matches. He always wondered why humans found themselves debating so often.
The blonde fae was quite large for his kind. His build muscular and chiseled like the many statues in the art gallery his pianist spoke of. His hair was closely cropped and always neat. The fae wore clothes given to him by his caregiver, these being similar to a business suit, and he loved the professional feel.
Today he had been left a large cap full of beer. At first Ludwig had been content to think he was being spoiled. He was a creature of perfection worth spoiling due to good work ethics and a strict nature.
Wait. Spoil? Mr. Eidelstein wouldn't dare waste a drop of beer through the lack of necessity. Something was wrong. He turned on the countertop, poised and ready. Was the man finally going to exploit the faerie for money? It wasn't as if his orchestrations and records were selling poorly- so why?
As nothing seemed to occur in his rotating and searching for danger he turned to his beer again.
"Ciao! Is this yours? It's so very very good! My name's Feliciano, what's yours? Why you got such a serious face? Are you always like that? You look so scary! I-"
"Stop talking! You as too many questions! What is your purpose? Why are you here? How did you get in? Perpetrator! Mad man! You- ITALIAN!"
The Germanic fae's wings flapped angrily as he shouted, pale blue eyes filled with alarm. Then he saw it. His entire cap full of beer left for him. Dry. His. Beer. Dry.
"MEIN GOTT IM HIMMEL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Ludwig dashed to the fae and threw him away from the cap before sticking his head in to look for even a drop. It was all gone.
"I'm sure there's more. Mr. Roderich had an entire bottle full just for-"
"YOU DRANK IT ALL!" Ludwig flung himself at the brunette fae before being caught in a soft hand.
"Mein liebes, das genug ist." A soft voice spoke and Ludwig looked up from the hand.
The Austrian's soft eyes were stern, warning the fae to act wisely, and so Ludwig eased. Sitting in the palm he fiddled with his boots for a moment before looking up to him with frustration.
"Why have you brought in this, this-!"
"Because I have read that you faeries are social creatures. He was the cheapest one I could find through certain dealers."
Cheapest because he's a damned Italian. Ludwig thought bitterly as he huffed.
"Now, the sale has been completed so I expect you two to get along. Try to behave, won't you?"
"Yes sir." Ludwig couldn't tell his Austrian no. It was impossible to accomplish as he'd never hear the word even if it were uttered.
"Very good. Why don't you show him around? I have work to do. Don't worry, Elizaveta will be making dinner soon."
"Dinner? Is it going to be pasta?" The brown headed fae called Feliciano chirped. Ludwig was about to bark an answer when he received a sharp look from Roderich.
"No. It isn't often we eat pasta." Ludwig settled to answer as he was set down. Gently Roderich rubbed his chest with the back of his finger before wandering off. Ludwig loved that gesture, but right now he was embarrassed by it.
"No pasta? So how am I going to live without pasta? I cannot survive!"
As the loud fae went wailing about pasta where he sat Ludwig took the time to study him. An air based fae. The wings were lighter in colour and had the shimmer of wind across water. Apparently Roderich had taken the opportunity of dressing them similarly. Feliciano was wearing a grey tweed business suit with a blue shirt and yellow tie whereas he wore a grey tweed with a black shirt and red tie. How cute. Not.
"Would you please stop that? Come along, let me show you around." He spread his wings and lifted, his green ones more like leaves than his dragonfly-esque ones.
"Your wings! They're so big! Is it because you're heavier than me?" Feliciano lifted into the air after him, smiling brightly.
"No! It's because I'm earth based! Yours are little because you're from wind, blast you!" He stormed from the kitchen to wander to the den. From room to room they wandered until they reached a birdcage strung out of human reach from the ceiling. It was facing a different way than usual. Elizaveta must have gotten it down. Wait. That was his haven! Did that mean the intruder would share it?
Up he went to it until he lit inside. There were three levels, the top one being where his bedding was, the middle where he did his stretches and prepared for the day, and the bottom was for his creative time which Roderich insisted on. Up to the top floor he went and, indeed, there was more bedding.
"No! No no no!" He dug his hands into the fluff of the bedding and threw it down the two levels until he was panting and shaking from the exertion.
"Wow. Are you all right? You know, one of our elders was like you. He got angry all the time and then suddenly he went into a screaming fit and erp! He was dead!" The annoying voice called from behind, the blonde turning to scream at him before freezing.
The fae was naked. All his clothes were gone.
"Indecent! You, your clothes! What have you done with them?" Ludwig shielded his eyes with his left arm, extending his right out with his palm flat to prevent the idiot from coming too close.
"They were all scratchy so I took them off. You seem uncomfortable too. Are yours scratchy? Lets take them off!"
"NEIN!" Ludwig gave a might cry of indignation.
From the kitchen Elizaveta stopped her cooking as she heard a terrible amount of noise from the den. Wooden spoon in hand she went into the room and looked up, the bird cage swinging as she could hear the angry yelling of the elder fae. He was destined to be Roderich's pet, that was certain. Yet why was he so upset?
"Waaaaaahhhh!" Feliciano screamed as he fell from the cage, forgetting for a moment he could fly, and Ludwig stood at the door shouting incoherently.
Elizaveta moved forward, trying to catch him. Her breasts managed the task.
"Ah. I'm saved! Wow, these are really soft and warm!"
"You idiot! Get out of there!" Ludwig threw himself down as Feliciano giggled and snuggled into the bussom, and Elizaveta threw up her hand to stop Ludwig.
"It's all right, Ludwig. He doesn't mean any harm. Now, what is going on?" Elizaveta crooned gently as she forced Feliciano out from her cleavage.
"First this guy is brought in here without me being asked how I feel. Then he drinks my beer, gets to sleep in my nest, and now he's nude! He's a menace!"
He hovered in front of her, eyes narrowed at the poor fae. She sighed and shook her head, extending her free hand to him. Gratefully he settled onto it, arms folding over his chest.
"Roderich means well, Ludwig. Just give him a chance and you'll see. Now, help him back into his clothes while I finish our food. I just hope it hasn't burned."
Ludwig sighed and firmly grabbed Feliciano's arm, leading him up to the cage. He helped him back into pants, then the sliced shirt and jacket, and stepped back as he put the slip on loafers on his feet.
"Please try not to cause me any more grief. I've dealt with enough of your madness and we haven't even known each other an hour."
"I was told by my elders that my mother, after I was born you know, got so tired of me she was going to throw me from the tree!"
"That… isn't such a good thing. You know that, right?" Ludwig groaned when Feliciano wandered away, obviously not listening. The fae sat with a bit of colour stick in his hand and began to draw on the memo pad.
"You get paper in here? Wow, your owners are so nice! I'm so lucky! I won't have to do bad things any more like stealing and stuff!"
"Bad things?" Ludwig wandered over, voice softening as he watched the boy draw. He was rather good, much to his surprise.
He was drawing what appeared to be a large tree with an opening inside.
"Is that the den of your kin?"
"Si! It's so very big! It goes deep into the tree! What about yours?"
"Mine? My den was against a rock face on the mountain. A stream went right below it."
Ludwig smiled a little as he thought of that home. Before long he was describing so much about it and the Italian seemed to actually be listening.
"Boys! Come to dinner!" Elizaveta was calling from another room and he brightened.
Feliciano darted out of the cage to the room, but before Ludwig followed he glanced to the picture. The fae had drawn their former dens as though they were merged together. No one was looking as he took the picture and stuck it to the bit of corkboard with a pin. To him it was the first picture of home.
"Ludy! You coming or what?" Feliciano called from below.
"Argh! Don't call me that!"
Author's note: Hello guys! Look at productive little me. So I got another request of sorts from South Park Firefly. I hope you're enjoying this! I didn't expect that it'd turn to chapters, but it seems that way. Anyhow, look forward to seeing you guys next time!
Mein liebes, das genug ist. = My dear, that is enough.