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Good Luck Friedrich

A series of video diaries by Isabella Beilschmidt for her baby brother, Friedrich, where she details and explains the lives of their hectic family.

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They both laughed and ogled, Feliciano pointing and describing the events of the pictures. There was one of them jumping on Ludwig and Feliciano’s bed, another of them sliding through freshly polished floors in their socks, both hugging their favorite dog plushes, another of them laying down in a nap on the couch with Ludwig and finally of them covered in flour and sauce as they helped Feliciano in making a pizza.

“They’re really so nice and cute, the most darling little boys I have been so blessed to have,” Feliciano said as Mrs. Natale returned the pictures, now his turn to look dearly to them.

“I see you’ve also really progressed with the house,” she pointed, looking over her clipboard as she analyzed what could be wrong with Feliciano after his checking.

“Well it’s not done yet. There’s still a lot of rooms that need to be fixed along with the outer appearance, but we have done more than enough to be able to live there. Right now were focused on the garden."

“Really? What kind of things are you growing?” Her eyes squinted over the analysis, slowly conjuring an idea.

“Lots of things! We’ll have all kinds of colorful flowers and trees, but were also going to grow celery, cabbages, plums, apricots, strawberries, cherries, raspberries, oh of course tomatoes! And Ludwig really hopes to make the best batch of potatoes!” Feliciano was incredibly excited, practically jumping on his seat.

“That’s absolutely wonderful. Are you planning to sell any of the growths?” She jotted down.

“Probably not. We really want to use them for our recipes and give everything to our family,”

“All five of you?”

“Of course all five of us and m- wait, Mrs. Natale, we’re actually four.”

That’s when she finally dispatched her eyes from her clipboard, sure about what was going on with Feliciano. “Feliciano, you might be pregnant again.”

In an instant Feliciano stilled, along with all words and thoughts as Mrs. Natale simply continued to tap her clipboard with a pen.

“No-no-no, I mean-no! I-I can’t, Ludwig and I always use protection, it can’t be possible, we’re really careful about it,” Feliciano tried to excuse, tried to make the idea something far off.

“Did you use protection for your last heat?” She asked straight on, which instantly caused Feliciano to widen, to shock himself to silence, biting his lip hard and looking away.

“Oh god…no…no we didn’t,” he groaned, a hand rubbing into his forehead, slowly slumping until he was buried in them, feeling the heavy fault run through him, irking him for the rather large mistake they had made that night of celebrated bliss and freedom.

“Heats tend to do that, after all, you lose a great amount of structured consciousness and forget about anything but your mate, these are normal occurrences,” she tried to ease, for Feliciano continued to wallow in the shield of his hands. “But it’s not sure.” She wanted to keep a light as she went through a drawer, picking a brand new pregnancy test and offering it towards Feliciano, who peeked out, a new kind of nervous shaking through him that made him hesitant in reaching for the small device.

How could everything be so calm? How could the sky be blue, the sun shine, the air of the hills surely a refreshing one for the summer? He was worrying with all kinds of storms inside him. It was a surprise he could keep the car on the road as he drove, his mind in other dilemmas to be able to focus on the curves and bends, for once not escaping from the asphalt or nearing his car to a high cliff. Ludwig would be proud if he saw him now.

Ludwig…oh god, he was supposed to tell Ludwig, his grip harshening on the wheel, thinking of just continuing on ahead and taking more of the wonderful views of the area to avoid the coming situation.

No, he had to face this, parking the car in front of the house, too late to run away, no more ideas to help him escape from this. He thought of perhaps waiting, give them some time to really focus on the garden they wanted, and when he would start to show…maybe then he could tell him. Yes, that was a good idea, a sure one until he got down from the car and spotted the house.

The form was still so awful, the colors dreadful and in the process he got reminded on how the basement was still a mess of debris, how there were halls still coated in dust and cobwebs, how there were unfinished rooms, slated and disgusting that Feliciano didn’t bother to enter as he focused on the twins’ room and his own that he shared with Ludwig. No…they really had to start working to prepare for this new one.

He raised his hand to his stomach, the beginning form of his next baby giving him that enough assurance to lock the car and make his way inside.

He was met with a nice breeze, the slide doors to the back open, enough of a convey to let him know that all his family was outside in the back. He met with Heinrich first, who sat by the terrace, eyes looking about to the shine of the day, an occasional tap to the toy drum he had on his lap. Feliciano took him by surprise, holding and kissing his head as welcome.

“Ciao, caro, where’s vatti and Alessandro?” He questioned.

Heinrich first pointed to his brother, who was pacing around a tree, picking up rocks to then throw over the cliff, testing to see if he could make one drop in the river down below. He then pointed near to one of the growing patches they had for tomatoes, where Feliciano began to see movement, Ludwig surely working on caring for the potatoes. He was burying and checking the ground, dressed appropriately, even with a sun hat that made him quite the comical sight. Feliciano gave a laugh as he settled Heinrich back on his sitting, continuing with his toy drum, then going over to Alessandro to greet him with his own hug and kiss, aiding him with the throw of a stone to the cliff…didn’t reach the river either, but Feliciano gave him the assurance to keep trying before he began walking down the slope, between the rows of growing tomatoes, finding Ludwig at the end of one of them, rubbing away some dirt that managed on his face. He was so focused that he hadn’t even noticed Feliciano’s approach, slow, silent, even his breaths controlled, his mind still trying to think of the proper words to say.

“It’s coming along great,” Feliciano thought he could compliment, finally breaking him from his dedication for their eyes to meet, with instant smiles and a relief to be back at home together.

“They are, might have something for next month."

“Hmm, what dishes do you think we should make then?” Feliciano wondered, already his mouth watering, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

“Mashed potatoes definitely,” Ludwig started, feeling that very hunger as he began to dig into a new pile to plant.

“With some ricotta,” Feliciano dreamed.

“Rosemary roasted,” Ludwig continued to suggest.

“Potato gratin.”

“Those potato bites you made last month.”

“Oh yes! And um…speaking of things we made last month…um…Mrs. Natale figured out the problem.” And suddenly he was nervous again, a hand coming to rub at his arm as Ludwig gave him all the attention he needed, taking a sitting on the ground to hear.

“Yes?” Ludwig questioned after Feliciano let the silence elongate.

“Um…” Feliciano gripped on the hem of his shirt, pulling it as if to hide more of the nonexistent bump.

“Was it a virus?” Ludwig thought he could help.

“…No."

“An allergy?”

Feliciano shook his head.

“Is it anything dangerous?”

“Uh…no."

“Feliciano, just say it then. It can’t be anything so worrying as to-”

“I’m pregnant,” he proclaimed, loud enough to interrupt and make clear, a reach that was enough for Ludwig to be claimed by the silence of the valley as the words repeated on his head, ringing and alerting while in his physical he only remained in his sitting, no immediate reaction, no joy, no scorn, a lost expression that Feliciano couldn’t decipher.

He slightly flinched when Ludwig took off his hat, a hand rising to rub out the sweat that had accumulated, rare in such a fresh day. He raised his head to meet his eyes with Feliciano once again, not yet with a clear response, his mind surely thinking of a line of duties he already had to fulfill even with only minutes of knowing the news.

“Um…uh…” he tried to say, but he really couldn’t show a proper response.

No, it wasn’t anything dire, it wasn’t horrendous, it wasn’t bad, it was just the looming threat of having to raise another child when they were still dealing with twin toddlers. If it wasn’t for the nervousness, their situation, a reminder to Ludwig as he took a glance to the still rebuilding house, he surely would have been excited, would have twirled Feliciano in the spot, kissed him all and immediately call out the announcement to the twins and even to Vash and Lili next door. But no, all Ludwig could think about was the impending new work, along with the weight of his new job and still dealing with a pair of twins. He sighed…at least they had money now to not worry, but they would still have to make some adjustments.

“We’ll…start working on the room next to the twins’. Smaller, but the window has a seating and an incredible view to the valley. If we don’t stuff it with too many things, I’m sure it would be comfortable,” Ludwig already recommended with a huff as he stood, trying to rub out any prominent dirt on his clothing before he began moving forward.

“A-all right, that be…perfect.” Feliciano tried to smile, but he was still rather nervous. It slowly stilled as Ludwig came closer, with an adoring and trusting smile that Feliciano joined with in his own, letting him lay his hands on the grasps of his hips. His thumbs rubbed gently on his stomach, enough of an assurance of Ludwig beginning to accept and already love. Feliciano smiled at the growing promise, raising his hands to caress at his face before bringing him down to a kiss of beginning for this new child.

They went back into the house, Heinrich following obediently behind, eager for some cooking, while Ludwig had to pick up Alessandro, who kept edging himself to the cliff no matter how many times Ludwig told him against it.

That night, while they dined on Greek salad, salmon and of course Pizza, Ludwig and Feliciano didn’t stall long enough for the boys to know.

“Boys, your papa has some important news,” Ludwig declared with a teasing smile as he helped Heinrich take a better bite of the pizza slice he held.

Even while still munching, their mouths slowly being stuffed with food, their brown eyes gazed up with curiosity and eagerness, attendant to when the words would leave their papa’s mouth.

Feliciano was nervous, but also excited, twirling his fingers in a way that only made the boys anxious, jumping along in their seats along with Feliciano wanting to instantly know. “Boys, you’re going to be big brothers.”

At first they were both confused, Alessandro looking over to Heinrich knowing he was the bigger brother. It was a word that they only understood for each other and didn’t so for another being.

“Boys, your papa is going to have a new baby,” Ludwig helped to clear and then their faces alighted, jumping, shouting and even screaming.

“New baby! New baby!” They repeated, standing from their seats and both running over to their papa, hugging and looking for this new baby.

“No, boys, this baby won’t be arriving for a while, it’s just starting to grow in my stomach,” Feliciano explained, which widened his boys, looking over to the area as if they could already see hints of their new sibling. Alessandro poked as if hoping it could cause something, Heinrich joining along, but all it did was cause a fit of laughter to Feliciano.

“Another boy!” Alessandro though he knew.

“Boy! Boy! Boy! Boy!” Heinrich already wished as well.

“Actually, we don’t know that yet, it might be a boy, but it might also be a girl,” Feliciano continued to explain, and even so it didn’t dwell their happiness, their smiles, their activeness, even as they headed to sleep planning all kinds of games and things they could do with this new future member to their family.

Four months into yet another pregnancy, once again to the cramps, to the heavy weight, to the weird cravings (Fried cheese… he wanted friend cheese, accompanied by potatoes with eggs and artichoke soup), to the vomiting at any suddenness, the uncomfortable sleep and the extra carefulness Ludwig took with him that barely left him any kind of enjoyment. But there were sweet things, like Heinrich and Alessandro always laying upon his stomach expecting to hear the baby or catch some sort of movement, their mouths filled with gibberish of ideas that Feliciano smiled dearly to, rubbing their blond hairs until they found themselves napping upon the bump. There was Ludwig raising him to lay constant kisses on his stomach, whispering loving words to then give Feliciano kisses upon his lips.

Feliciano had to admit…he did miss those warm caresses Ludwig would give to his bump, as if tracing a message of love for their coming baby, a special kind of union every night that didn’t even let them sleep, wanting instead gazes into their eyes, of ever love and devotion.

A sonogram later, once again Feliciano held another image of the growing human in his stomach, gender and type told, which had Feliciano bouncing and with such a want to dance. He was currently comparing the images of Heinrich and Alessandro’s with this new one, trying to find similarities, if not the differences, still thinking if he should put them together on a wall or separate in other rooms.

Ludwig and him had just finished painting the new baby’s room into white, since Feliciano had ideas to paint over it and was already quite excited to start. Just last week they had finished with adding proper electricity to the room as well as getting a new glass for the window. Ludwig knew he would have to get started on making a new crib, as well as cabinets and sitting places, while Feliciano would start with making clothing, blankets and other fabrics they might need.

They had just washed away the sweat and force of the day, Heinrich and Alessandro tucked into bed, hoping that their ‘monster repelling’ night light would help them sleep for the night, to be able to calm as they made themselves comfortable in their bed, the dim of the lamp just enough as Ludwig read a book about caring for omega babies. He bought it that morning as soon as he found out that his next child was going to be an omega, a girl, news that had Feliciano shrilling, already thinking about all the kinds of dresses, bows, hairstyles and even little shoes he would place on her. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off from the sonogram, smiling away even in the share of their bed.

Ludwig finished a chapter, placing it on the bedside desk to a halt, shutting the lamp, coming close to Feliciano and easing a hand around him to pull him close, both nuzzling and cuddling and preparing for rest. There was still a well enough moonlight coming through one of the windows, still making the sonogram glow, still not making Feliciano dispatch himself from it, now letting Ludwig intertwine his hand with his as they laid them both above his stomach.

“Yes, Feliciano, it’s a girl,” Ludwig repeated, laying a kiss of assurance on his head.

“I’m still so smiley,” he laughed, blushing and cuddling ever closer into the hideaway of his collarbone.

“Mrs. Natale told me she might be due on February,” Ludwig told just in case, since he knew Feliciano had been so ecstatic with the news he probably hadn't heard anything else the doctor said.

“Wouldn’t it be so cute if she was born a valentine’s day?” Feliciano dreamed, putting the sonogram well between them so Ludwig could have his gazes as well.

“Wouldn’t it be annoying? What if she doesn’t like valentine’s day."

“Then we’ll make it her day!” Feliciano proclaimed. “It shall be…” and then he realized, “…what name should we give her?”

“You want to decide that now?” Ludwig raised an eyebrow, rather tired at the moment to think of names.

“Of course! So I can sew it on all her clothes and you can already carve it to her crib,” Feliciano pouted as he laid himself upon his chest how he could with his growing bump.

“But…I don’t have any names…”

“At least we’re only choosing one this time."

“It was easier to choose two,” Ludwig had realized.

“Come on! There has to be something." He fell upon the bed once again as he stared to the ceiling in thought. “Um…Rina,” Feliciano started, but it didn’t hold the right spark.

“Feliciana?” Ludwig suggested, but even he sounded unconvinced, more so as Feliciano gave him quite the glare.

“No, hmm…Viola?”

“Theresa?”

“Graziella?”

“Dina?”

After surely the hundredth name they gave up, their minds tired and wanting nothing more than to sleep.

“This reminds me of something…” Ludwig suddenly remembered, earning a curious gaze from Feliciano as he settled back into his side. “My great aunt was a writer, and she had a knack with names and knew just the perfect one to say that would have one picking in the first mention. She knew well their importance and how they can set the path for one’s life and suggested the ones that she knew would hold meaning to my other family members. Most of us were named after names she had suggested, even I was. It was obvious what to pick for me when she knew about my mother’s liking to Beethoven.”

Feliciano chuckled. “Do you think if we called her she would tell us?”

“No…I don’t think so…”

“…Is it because…?”

“Oh no, she’s dead right now.”

“Oh…” And Feliciano eased, consoling Ludwig with a trace of his fingers on his chest. “I’m sorry,” he saddened.

Ludwig chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of his head in assurance. “It’s all right, I was really young, barely remember her own funeral, but her stories were repeated throughout the family, I even read some of her books, she was an amazing writer.”

“That’s really cool, do you have any of her books there?”

Ludwig leaned out to check through his mini library at the bottom of the floor since they haven’t properly built or placed a bookshelf. He took out one with a cover of a regency era woman looking into the growing field, a beautiful array of flowers in the hold of her hand. The tittle read ‘Libertà’ by Analiese Beilschmidt.

“She set this one in Italy, a woman living through the rise of Napoleon and how she stands against the expectations of her family to take her father’s business once he dies.”

Feliciano’s eyes widened as he took it, instant interest to the idea, the cover a beautiful painting, tracing his hands as if he could feel the flowers, but what caught his attention the most was the beautiful name of the author.

“Oh, Ludwig, she had such a pretty name herself, I like it so much,” he caressed the name, a wanting, a choosing, already he could imagine himself calling a little Analiese, sewing and carving it, kissing and hugging her, smiling as he brought a hand to trace his stomach.

“You do?” Ludwig raised his eyes, starting to realize that yes…for their own coming daughter…it would be perfect.

“Mhm, really, really, really much…” he began to tap his fingers, a decision as he gazed to Ludwig, the blond smiling back to his brunet lover with that very decision.

“Analiese it is.”

They sealed it with a last kiss for the night.

Analiese was born a February 15…just after valentine’s day, in fact, Feliciano had broken water just when they were heading out of Vash and Lili’s place for the night after they enjoyed from a small exchange and drinks between friends they knew. The boys had just turned three, that night remaining with Vash and Lili as Ludwig and Feliciano hurried to the hospital for another birthing process. Like for Heinrich and Alessandro, Ludwig had been there, holding his hands, assuring him with countless words and kisses until finally they could hold their newest addition, a gorgeous little girl that had a great similarity to Feliciano. When Lovino saw her the first time, he felt himself transported in time, like he was holding a little Feliciano once again. Heinrich and Alessandro had first been introduced to her four days later when they returned from the hospital, both curiously looking down to her, poking and pushing to play, but there was nothing the little newborn could do but wobble, cry and reach for her parents.

This was not the new playmate they were expecting and were rather disappointed, even more so when their parents started giving her more attention as she was a mere baby. It resulted in them forming tantrums, shouting, screaming, even banging items unto the floor until Ludwig and Feliciano could find some play time, or they were grounded, pouting and crying the rest of the day in their room. It was hurting, neither had wished it would come to this and so Feliciano, who was the one who spent the most in the house since Ludwig was off working, spent most of the time trying to find new activities where he could include now all three of his children. He guessed the best way to do this was by using the art room, a place he had made enough memories and fun with both his twins and surely this new daughter would find her own in the future.

He brought the three of them that morning with excitement for a surprise, both his twins jumping and running while his baby girl was well tucked in his arms, looking curiously about the room, occasionally letting her hands flap in intrigue as she saw a painting she particularly liked.

“We want to see the surprise!” Alessandro already shouted not being able to take the waiting any longer.

“Of course, my dears, come with me.” And so he brought them all to an area which he completely covered in white paper, from floor to ceiling, all kinds of paints already presented to them in the center. The boys were still rather confused, wondering why their father created a squared space of only paper, but one idea made them imagine, made them hope to climb every corner and paint it in purples, blues and yellows.

“I want the three of you-” and Feliciano placed Analiese on the ground, who by this time was already five months old and was still a learning crawler- “to paint all of this, completely!” He presented, extending his arms to mean all the complete available space covered in white. He was asking something so rare that the twins still looked on confused around them, perhaps thinking still if indeed it was possible, that they could really do it, that there wouldn’t be shouts or angry glares, that they could actually paint all of this.

“Everything?” Heinrich questioned, as Alessandro neared to get a red jar, while Analiese was taking a purple one to test her holding and then shake.

“Yes, everything you want, as long as it’s this space here,” he pointed to where the paper ended to make it clear. “But you have to let me join, as well as your little sister. Can you let us?” He kneeled towards them with a playful smile and the twins laughed, jumping and nodding.

“Can we help her?” Alessandro wondered, already coming down to help Analiese open that purple jar, dipping a finger to create his first stroke.

“Of course, and teach her as many things as you want, but be careful with her, after all, she’s just a baby," he said it as Analiese just decided to dip her whole hand in the jar, ecstatic at the colors, waving around and already letting drops fall on the paper.

After this activity, no part of themselves was left free from the spray of color. All kinds were splashed throughout themselves or either the papers, with countless of free designs that depicted all around different things. Analiese’s was just a mess of trails as she crawled around, of testing handprints that she moved across to create her own waves, the ones she did on the wall done with the help of Heinrich carrying her how he best could. The twins’ took a better formation of houses, cars, trees, the sun, moon, stars, rivers and even flowers, or sometimes just a random mixing as they simply enjoyed from the coolness of the paint and trying out new colors. Feliciano was the only one that held a paintbrush, filling in some beautiful more intricate details into already present things. Sometimes he would throw it all away and just jump and dance along his children, creating equal messes and soaking himself in all different kinds of colors.

They found themselves in this world for the majority of the day, only to break when the twins heard a very familiar car approach.

“Vatti! Vatti! Vatti!” They shouted, not caring at all, drenched in fresh color as they ran away from the line of the paper, into the wood of the floors of not just the room, but also of the halls and stairs.

“Heinrich! Alessandro! No!” He shouted, but it was already too late.

He heard the creek of the door opening, of the boys’ laughter and Ludwig’s German “What in the world?”

Feliciano groaned, knowing surely the scold he was going to get. He gazed down to Analiese, who was beginning to crawl away from the space of the paper wanting to follow her older brother’s, but Feliciano wasn’t going to worsen the mess they already created.

“No, not you, come on, we have to say hi to vatti,” he prepared as he picked her up, a tight hold as he walked and saw the colored footsteps printed across the floors, the walls, the stairs, and as he came down, Ludwig.

The boys didn’t care about the paint they wore, they only cared about receiving proper attention from their alpha father, and so they hugged and kissed him, drenching his suit in colors. The look on his face was strained as it tried to hide a shout, his ultimate fury, but at the same time a smile and a chuckle to the loving welcome of his sons.

When he looked up, he had to hold himself from doubling over as he saw his own mate and baby daughter stained just the same way as his twins.

“I…thought it was a good idea,” Feliciano excused, and surprisingly it earned a laugh from Ludwig, ending it with a deep sigh, swallowing all anger to instead focus on the sweetness and endearments.

This was the family life he now had.

“Clearly only you could come up with something like this,” Ludwig rolled his eyes, but offered his arm, wanting his greeting from his daughter now.

Feliciano was slightly hesitant as Analiese was still drenched in her own paint, but Ludwig’s suit was ruined enough, any add from his little girl couldn’t do anymore damage. So Feliciano offered her, much to the excitement of the baby, who began fluttering and even laughing, quickly accepted into her alpha parent’s embrace, and the first thing she decided was to wrap herself around…his face. She laughed and cuddled away, staining Ludwig’s expression in all the colors of her own, of course not minding, in fact, she even began to spread her hand around his cheeks and jaws, his face her canvas now. Feliciano and the twins joined in the laughter this time, and Ludwig could do nothing but remain with his eyes and mouth shut so Analiese wouldn’t paint those too.

In one of the walls leading to the terrace, Feliciano hanged pictures of that day they were all colored to completion. There was one they had Lili take of all of them together at their living room, one of Alessandro and Heinrich holding a baby Analiese, the three timed perfectly to smile at the picture, and then one of a younger Feliciano staining Ludwig’s cheek the more with his kiss.

“-and look what we have here!” Analiese shouted, Isabella moving the camera in her direction as she proudly presented the mantle of the table they had prepared outside for the night.

The very mantle was that drawing the four had made long ago, now covered in plastic to hold and use as a decoration but also as a token of remembrance.

“Okay, that, but now…look at this!” And she presented the decorations and plates that were presented.

Flowers and tea sets galore in pinks, whites and browns that spoke of fairy elegance. The dimming of the lights were just enough, organized to eloquence, the free night behind them giving a freshness that somehow made everything more cozy and magical.

As Isabella taped, she already wanted to take her seating, to join from the food and sweets they had prepared.

“Wow, this is actually amazing,” Isabella complimented, honest wonder in her voice.

“I know, I did it, so it should be obvious,” Analiese smirked with a proud gleam.

How haughty was her sister. If only Isabella could show to the camera the roll of her eyes.

She showed the rest, helping in preparations, bringing in plates, settling bouquets around, all with their flower crowns still proudly on their heads.

“He’s here! He’s here! He’s here!” Giovanna shouted, running back to the terrace.

“All right! Come on guys, come on!” Analiese fretted as she brought everyone to organize themselves, making sure everyone’s flower crown was perfectly balanced, especially Friedrich’s, laying one last kiss of completion to his little head.

They all silenced as they focused instead to the sounds of their omega father entering, dropping the keys in a near counter, hesitant steps as he surely wondered where the rest of his family was in. He found himself following a beautiful glow, and indeed what a beauty he had met.

“Ta-da!” They all shouted together, even Ludwig joined in, with a smile to match the rest.

Feliciano laughed and ogled so hard that he was almost left breathless. “Ooohhh, you all look so gorgeous!” He complimented, nearing Aldrich and letting his hand trace one of the petals of his crown as he smiled in greeting to him before placing a kiss on his head. “Like-like…fairies!” He even flapped his hands like one and earned a chuckle around them all.

“And papa! Look at Friedrich!” Giovanna wanted to point out.

That’s when Ludwig presented him forward, the youngest child with his own flower crown and dressed in a light pink footsie. Feliciano almost cried from how adorable he looked, cooing so harshly it was barely understandable as he held him, bringing him close to gaze on at how enchanted he looked.

“Oooohhh, Il bambino più adorabile di questo mondo!” He brought him close to rub their noses together, then taking him into a tight embrace, letting him feel all his warmth and welcome. “But wait? Is there something special today? Don’t tell me it was one of your birthdays?” He showed worry.

“Na’, we just felt like it,” Alessandro assured.

“I found my old flowers crowns and I thought it be nice to do something different,” Analiese said.

“It’s very nice, I really like it. We should do something like this more often,” Feliciano smiled as he rocked Friedrich on his chest, letting his eyes wander around every detail they gave, the flowers, the crystals, plates, cups, utensils, and of course the mantel of such special meaning.

“But, we cannot let you pass until we add one more detail,” Analiese reminded, just as Heinrich gave her the golden flower crown, which she presented with an epitome of grace to Feliciano, bowing even like she was showcasing to an array of distinguished guests.

“Sir Feliciano of the Larath, a most important guest I would want in my party, bow to receive your crown, a well deserve gift of my loyalty,” Analiese proclaimed.

Feliciano chuckled, but very dutifully did he bow in the preparations he used to make back when Analiese was a child.

“This is a crown of peace, for your feats in stopping the war of Karsa, with nothing but kindness, understanding and even bravery.”

Feliciano smiled in proud earnest, just as Analiese placed it on his hair in perfect match, admitting that it went really well with her omega father.

“A splendorous party you have prepared, your highness, indeed what an honor it is to be here. You have my loyalty and command,” Feliciano smiled, still kneeling in his position.

“Arise powerful prince, arise and show yourself proudly!” Feliciano did so, with movements of elegance, yet such a vivid expression that betrayed the orderly way he raised.

"What a chance! What a wish! This crown shall show how indebted I am to you princess Analiese. Long live the princess! Long may she reign on the beautiful fairy kingdom!” And they all burst out laughing, but not without joining in applauds as Feliciano bowed like he had just performed before an adoring crowd.

“Come on, I’m hungry and I want to eat!” Aldrich announced, all agreeing and finally taking their chairs.

They passed around plates and bowls of salmon, steak, lentil salad, pastitsio, cookies, trifle, pudding and meringue roulades. No such thing as silence was given to them in the table, all kinds of conversations were instantly shared around them, a small little feast of laughter, talks and union, just the right thing for Isabella to tape lastly.

“Hey, we didn’t talk about how you came,” Analiese suddenly reminded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it the next one, right now I just want to eat and focus on talking to you guys,” she smiled before she shut the camera to instead enjoy from the moment.

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bwicblog · 8 years ago

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EE: Wheeew, ånyone else feeling the recent heåtwåve?

EE: I just wånnå weår tånk-tops ålreådy but I cån't, so i'm DYING

ID: fuck the heat. seriously i traveled out of the desert to just end up in a muggier hot hellpit.

EE: Ugh muggy is even worse EE: So får the heåt here hås been dry, but I know we're in for å night of humidity ånd I dreåd it!!!

ID: it's like being in some giant's sweaty armpit around here. =:I definitely take dry heat any day.

EE: Omg, truuuueeeee

ID: ...fuck why didn't i think of that.

ID: you're a genius, uh.

ID: ...whatever your name is.

EE: Båsill!

ID: basill then. you're a genius.

EE: å genius tråpped in å not-cold-enough office TToTT

ID: complain to the boss about getting a better ac. that's something you can do, right? i've never worked in an office. you are working there. right? and just. slacking off talking to a chatroom?

EE: I åm the boss :'( EE: I'm on my lunch breåk

EE: ånd the åir works fine, but everyone else gets cold ånd complåins

AA: A N D R O U N D O N E B E G I N S.

AA: haha, j/k, they'rne fucking w/ each othern rnight now.

AA: fyi, loserns, name's siparna and i am yrn friendly neighornbornhood brnokern forn tonight! AA: pls place yrn bets now on if you think scrnuffy ass jade is gonna win, orn bighorns mcgee. AA: caegarns, beetles and chip trnansferns arne A L L accepted. >:}

AC: Ø .u. phew, I don't want to miss it Ø

SA: i believe in hadean.

AC: Ø .n. I don't want to bet against Emerel but I feel like it'd be mean to bet against Hadean too Ø

SA: I put all the money in my pocket on Hadean.

SA: which is a large amount, apparently.

SA: I will be seated on a different part of the stands, by the way.

EE: I'm not much of å gåmbling gål

AA: lmfao, phern's not paying attention, maidel. AA: he's too busy seething and wrninging his mitts in the stands. >:P

AA: you can T O T E S bet on whoevern you want.

AA: and wait, prni, wherne arne you sitting?? AA: come sit w/ us!!

AC: Ø .u.! yes! I'm with Sipara Ø

AC: Ø On the sitting with us thing Ø

EE: Go sit with them, it's good to måke friends!

SA: but we're using text to chat anyways...

AC: Ø and pfft. .u. that's true, Sipara, but Emerel might backread and he would never forgive me if I bet against him Ø

AA: and ee, yrn lame and that's fucking ternrnible. AA: wtf's the point of having blue cash if you ain't gonna flash?

AC: Ø bragging rights? .u. Ø

EE: I håve bills to påy :(

AA: and we arneee, prni, but, like. AA: if you sit overn herne, you can sharne ourn F O O D.

SA: ...

SA: okay, i will come.

AA: fuck yrn bills. AA: who needs bills? AA: go sleep in a

SA: wait a moment. I will find you.

AA: Y E S S S

EE: ånd I owe PP å nice lunch bc låst time I took å bet I lost

AC: Ø ouo!!! Ø

SA: here i am. feed e.

SA: love me marginally less.

AP: My money's on the red guy.

AP: Please make him less pretty, red guy.

EE: Shoot, lunch is over :'( EE: Hope the fight goes well

AA: y, y. dnw abt my hearnt level, brnah, we arne thrnowing food into you until we rnaise Y RN S. AA: rned hearnt orn fucking bust. >:}

AA: and aww, ty. AA: it will.

AA: i mean, not forn emernel, lmao.

AA: >:}

VA: Hey

VA: I fŏrgŏT T'say, buT i'm aT The faire righT nŏw

AA: !!!

AA: !!!!!!!!!!!!!

AA: come see the fight!!

VA: ŏk, where ya aT?

AA: we'rne up in the AA: uh, bottom rnow, by the gate. >:}

VA: I'll head ŏver Then

VA: And I'm gŏnna say iT nŏw. VA: I am nŏT wearing a cŏsTume, sŏ yŏu're jusT gŏnna lŏŏk like an ass if yŏu Tell me hŏw "auThenTic" ŏr "rusTic" I lŏŏk

AC: Ø .n. I hope nobody does that! Though...most people are dressed up pretty fancy, hopefully not? Ø

AA: lmfao. AA: y, y, we will rmemebern. you arne always abt that 24/7 cosplay life. >:}

VA: ŏhhh my gŏd

VA: A Tunic dŏesn'T mean cŏsTume

SA: to some people it is.

SA: I don't think anyone will, though, AC.

VA: They're cŏmfy

VA: I Think I see yŏu guys

AP: It depends on who you ask. AP: A tunic is a costume piece, at least.

AP: Maidel, are you here?

AP: A ...very sparkly seadweller bought most of my stock, but I saved you a few things.

AA: n, she's watching the fight, dude, keep up.

AP: I'd like her to answer that, thank you.

AA: lmfao, 'kay, enjoy yrn rnesponse in the next thirnty.

AP: I will.

AA: a~and looks like they'rne actually.. mb.. gonna stop shit-talking and starnt fighting. AA: gee whiz. AA: ... n, false alarnm, still gabbing.

AA: booooooooo.

SS: (Oh em gee, the natterin's the best part, pal!)

SS: (Why you gotta be a killjoy?)

AC: Ø I am! I'm talking to a lot of people though. .u. Ø

AC: Ø but ooh! thank you Ø

AC: Ø ...oh, I think I see Gliese talking to that seadweller Ø

AC: Ø Huh Ø

AA: dude, n, shhhh. AA: say hern name thrnee times and she'll pop out of the ethern to bug us!!

AP: Gliese, Gliese, Gliese.

AA: jokes on you, dude, gotta have hern last name in therne, too. AA: but good trny, herne's a starn forn effornt. https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.13056045.3033/flat,800x800,075,f.jpg

SA: that star makes me angry.

SA: Look at it.

SA: It can't even try itself.

AP: I think that's a good star.

AA: awww. AA: chillax, brnah. AA: let me, like, ftfy.

AA: http://i.imgur.com/cGIay9e.png

AC: Ø I...don't think so, she looks pretty busy with that seadweller. And pffft. Those are some sad stars. Ø

VA: This is jusT awful

SS: (Sipa, negl... http://i.imgur.com/iRDM4n8.png )

AA: oh my god.

AA: O H M Y G O D.

AA: y. amazing. a+. prni will fucking love it.

VA: WhaT dŏes iT say?

SS: ( http://i.imgur.com/I4Ktcaf.jpg )

AA: but also, considern. AA: https://68.media.tumblr.com/8e2668725f5bdbf4a68f95a179462600/tumblr_inline_nxkqgwmYFJ1tn0tli_540.png

AC: Ø these are some rude stars, my goodness Ø

AA: which one, vatty?? >:}

VA: Dŏ nŏT

LL: ( http://i1.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/masonry/000/325/925/ca7.png )

AAA: don'tcha see how darnk they arne, maidel? AA: this is what happens when you don't have a pale, dude.

SS: ( https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQTg6TYtpdVKWz85f1ZkRS2TamK5gQDIQPIrh62UQrNgl9Kr_C4 )

VA: And any ŏf The picTures hŏnesTly, I can'T read a single ŏne

AA: yrn language gets | Positively | Drneadful | >:P

AC: Ø ... .u. I have no idea what my not having a pale has to - PFFF Ø

AC: Ø Oh now I get it Ø

AA: >:}}}}}}}}}

AC: Ø Don't worry, Vatrra, they don't say anything important. Ø

AC: Ø Sipara's just being silly. Along with SS. Ø

VA: Sŏunds dangerŏus

AC: Ø the stars can't hurt you, only insult you umu Ø

AC: Ø they're just sad and mean Ø

VA: I meanT Sipara being silly

AC: Ø OH, hahaha Ø

AA: http://cdn2-www.craveonline.com/assets/mandatory/legacy/2013/02/man_file_1042548_3dc.png

AA: >:}

AA: okay, okay, enough starns. AA: we want nemorne, therne's lals fucking head herne.

AA: he's got, like, what...

AA: five horns herne.

AA: that's prnactically enough forn a starn. >:P

SS: (Nah, pal, don't you remember? Last time you checked, I have eight. (\eue/) )

VA: Hŏly shiT

AA: y, well, that's bc i counted beforne i snatched 'em off, duh.

AA: c'merne and i'll snatch the rnest of 'em, too. >:}

AC: Ø but Sipara, we're already about to watch a fight .u. Ø

AC: Ø I'm sure they can make space in the ring for that one later. Ø

SS: (Also, like, I totes can't fight. (\qnq/) It'd up and mess up the face you made me. Too bad, totes sad, mb next time. (\unu/) )

AA: well, shit, i didn't sprnay you w/ sealant, did i?? AA: gdi. >:{

AA: w/e, w/e, we'll fight L A T E RN, obvs.

SS: (Insert obnoxiously unsubtle fist pump at my narrow escape from certain death.)

AC: Ø huzzaaaaaah ouo Ø

AA: help, help, i'm being smotherned by a woolbeast.

VA: Happens sŏmeTimes

AA: >:"{

VA: Cry all yŏu wanT, ThaT's yŏur lŏT in life nŏw

VA: An armchair

AA: wherne the fucks' yrn rnusty solidarnity? herne i am, being, like, supern crnuelly C U L L E D in frnont of yrn verny own gandernbulbs, and yrn like. AA: trnoll darnth vadern. all stoic and shit. THIS IS YOUR LOT IN LIFE. AA: CRY ALL YOU WANT.

AA: well, jsyk, i am fucking weeping. AA: you just can't see it b/c my faces bein' eaten by hairn.

VA: Dŏ yŏu see hŏw much hair I have?

VA: I am nŏT sympaTheTic Tŏ yŏur siTuaTiŏn

VA: AT leasT yŏu have sŏmewhere cŏmfy Tŏ die, ThaT's nŏT sŏ bad righT?

SS: (Nm, I take it back! Pheres can up and help me defeat Sipa, she's clearly no match for us.)

AA: wtf is this trneacherny??

AA: someone narnrnate the fight forn me, i can't see shi.t

AA: shit.

AA: ffs.

SS: (It ain't treachery, it's tactics.)

AC: Ø They haven't come to blows yet but they're both holding out their weapons at each other. Ø

SS: (LOL. I'll be your oculars, pal. (\eue/) )

AC: Ø Probably not long now. Ø

SA: it is very disappointing.

AA: lmfao. AA: y, get the fuck down therne, lal. AA: be my seeing eye trnoll.

SA: I wish they would just get to the quick.

VA: Me Tŏŏ

AA: you and me both, prni.

AA: and v.

AA: wherne's the blood??

AC: Ø In the future. .u. Ø

AA: , , . n .

AC: Ø .M. Ø

AA: ònó

AC: Ø hahaha Ø

AC: Ø that's a great face Ø

AA: i am helping you make yrn emojis GRN8, dude. >:P

VA: -M-

VA: Was ThaT an emŏji

AA: omg, yes.

AA: gj, gj. >:D

AC: Ø that was a great emoji ^m^ Ø

SA: Oh, there they finally go.

SA: a miracle.

AC: Ø Red vs. green, dun dun dunnnn Ø

SA: the battle of ugly christmas colors.

AC: Ø Prisma, oh my god Ø

AC: Ø ...not wrong though .m. Ø

SA: are they not--

SA: see.

AC: Ø I feel _bad_ calling Em an ugly christmas color but .m. Ø

AC: Ø I mean Ø

AA: hey, girnl, don't feel bad forn telling the trnuth. >:}

AC: Ø .m. I mean he's not an ugly christmas color but. it is kind of funny in that context. Ø

AC: Ø ... .n. I hope he doesn't read this and get mad Ø

AC: Ø I mean, I'm green too, I can't really talk Ø

SA: yes but your green is more tolerable.

AC: Ø Em's chrome is nice...I mean, jade is better than olive. but. that's really nice of you to say!...I'm conflicted. .n. Ø

SA: embrace it. who cares what emerel feels about it.

AC: Ø .n. he's my friend Ø

AC: Ø I don't want to upset him Ø

SA: everyone here makes fun of everyone else.

SA: I dont think they will mind.

AC: Ø .n. I try not to though. I always feel bad. Ø

AC: Ø I don't mind if people make fun of me but I always worry about hurting someone. Ø

AA: giiiiiirnl. boy. bb.

AA: em dgaf.

AA: prnomise. >:}

AC: Ø ... .m. how long have you known him Sipara? Ø

AA: dude, have you hearnd phernes talk abt him??

AA: haven't even met him, and i feel like I'M the one quadded to the guy by now. >:P

AC: Ø Sometimes! Ø

AC: Ø Pfffff Ø

AC: Ø he's so tall, I think you'd have to like, get on a stepstool .m. Ø

AC: Ø ...though he's not nearly as tall as Riccin I guess Ø

AC: Ø I don't know _anyone_ as tall as Riccin Ø

AC: Ø ...except for one troll but I'd rather forget she ever existed Ø

AC: Ø So, Riccin Ø

SA: they are too tall.

SA: This is troublesome.

AC: Ø .u.! you know Riccin? Ø

SA: oh, no, but if they are taller than emerel they are too tall.

SA: I meant the fight, also.

AC: Ø Pfff - oooh crap. and Riccin is _much_ taller than Emerel, by...gosh, must be a foot, or almost Ø

AC: Ø and they're yellow! it's surprising Ø

SA: oh, he's bleeding.

SA: oh.

AP: Oh.

AA: welp!

AP: Shit.

SA: good.

SA: i enjoy this turn of events.

AA: L M A O.

AA: wow, didn't think you werne the blood thirnsty kind.

SA: it means Hadean is winning, doesn't it?

SA: surely no one expected this to be clean. that isn't how fights work with sharpened weapons.

AC: Ø ;N; Em Ø

SA: he will be fine. surely there are doctors here.

AC: Ø I saw a yellowblooded one .n. Ø

SA: he could have moved anyways, but he decided to unwisely make an offensive move when it would have been more intelligent to disengage or release the weapon and counter another way.

SA: Unfortunate.

AA: don't lose yrn shit, maidel, we alrndy got one mess on the stands. >:P AA: calm down, he's a mossball, he'll be fine.

AC: Ø ... .n. I guess Ø

SA: you can also look away if you wish, Maidel.

SA: I will give you a play by play.

AA: chilllll. he's obvs a totes bb at this, but eyy. AA: look on the brnight side, he'll be total pity-bait with that sornt of scarn.

AC: Ø I wouldn't. Em is my friend. Ø

SA: You can even hide in my shoulder if that helps.

AA: lmao, oh my god.

AA: prni. prni, if they'rne hiding theirn face, you don't wanna AA: give them AA: no, n/m, go ahead.

SA: emerel is the real winner of the fight emotionally.

AC: Ø .n. Emerel is the winner of first knife wound, more like. Ø

AA: c'moooooon, don't think of that.

AA: think of how much money some suckern made betting on the jade forn firnst chrnome. >:}

AC: Ø .n. wheeeeee Ø

SA: why do people call it chrome...

AA: awww.

SA: why not blood.

AC: Ø ...why didn't he dodge... Ø

AA: bc he's a newbie, duh.

AA: classic rnookie mistake. think yrn tough shit and get a knife to the gut.

AA: happens to, like, half of 'em. >:}

SA: did you make that mistake sipara.

AA: .. and blood's a highblood ternm, dornklornd.

AC: Ø But Em does these fights all the time. Ø

AA: lmfao, y, i totes did. AA: when i was S I X. >:P

SA: oh see that's a much more resonable time frame.

AA: ikrn?

AA: that's when yrn supposed to get all yrn gutwounds overn and done with.

AA: when yve still got yrn entirne pre-adolescent pupation to carnrny it off. >:}

SA: oh right. you all pupated.

SA: hm.

AA: ..........................

SA: regardless, Maidel, i am sure they both knew what they were signing up for.

SA: so just enjoy it.

AA: what, did you grnow in a vat, clonebb?? >:P

SA: shh... the fight.

AA: 😢 AA: 🤐

SA: is he stepping on his hair?

AA: y.

SA: couldn't that break his neck?

AA: naaaaaaaaaaaaah. who the fuck goes into an arnena w/o like, a detachable brnaid??

SS: (Sure, pal, if Hads up and tried real hard-like!)

AA: hads prnobs took a rnazorn to the frnonds just forn that.

SA: someone who is very attached to their hair.

AA: !!!!!!!!!!!!!

AA: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SS: (Mother grub's saggy chesticles, HAH)

AA: i am in fucking love. AA: soz, lal, you arne eternally rneplaced, that was the wornst fucking thing i have evern hearnd and i fucking love it.

SS: (Best fight ever.)

AC: Ø ...you know, I can't even pretend to be surprised Ø

AC: Ø this is just how this is going Ø

SS: (S'cool, pal, but we're officially on for fightin on accounta: n, fuck you, he's mine.)

AC: Ø I am resigned now Ø

SA: I am greatly beginning to wonder who it was that decided that this was a nonlethal fight and yet allowed a psion with lethal abilities and unblunted weapons to be used.

SA: this is strange, and unnecessary.

SA: it would be like telling a soldier to go easy on a street fighter and yet standing by in horror as the injuries escalate.

AA: is anyone herne hornrnified?? AA: nobody uses blunted weapons in fights, dude. therne's no point to 'em if _someone_ ain't bleedin'. >:P

AA: no one's gonna pay to watch two fuckerns stand arnound in a cornern and hit each othern w/ sticks. AA: it's like, idk, cirncle rnacing. ppl pay forn the opporntunity to see someone get fucked up!

SA: what's the point of bleeding if someone doesn't die.

SA: it's a waste of time amd resources.

AH: to have fun, you goddamn twat

AH: ever heard of that

AH: though I'm fucking let down by Em right now

AA: lmfao. you bet on him?

AH: Lol, no

AH: I didn't know what Hadean's psi was until now, I'm no fool

AA: also, stfu beforne i crnam those twigs you call horns up yrn ass. AA: don't use that language w/ prni. he's fucking delicate.

AH: oh shit, my fucking bad

AH: Lol, big words coming from nubs almighty

AH: did you steal those from a wriggler?

SS: (Shit, pal, s'called 'wait your damn turn'!)

SS: (FIght's ongoing rn, ain't no need to be disrespectful-like.)

SS: (I'm sure there's, like, a proper queue somewhere.)

AA: y. you found me out. gotta steal all my mean jibes frnom the wrnigglerns. AA: i'm just sweet as fucking sugarn w/o it. >:'{

AA: and lmfao. y, rnight.

VA: IT's a gŏŏd fighT, nŏbŏdy is dyin'

AH: I meant your horns, brainless

AH: considering how minuscule they are

SA: oh, yes, because the chat needed another edgy pissbaby.

SA: tell me more about how much of a badass you are, AH.

AH: nah

SS: (LOL) SS: (Super delicate, y.)

AH: you don't deserve stories of my cool stunts

AA: he's got a delicate constitution, brnah.

AA: >:P

VA: SA is cŏŏl

SS: (Hey, pal, I ain't said nothin disagreeable!)

SS: ( (\uwu/) )

VA: I wasn'T direcTing ThaT aT yŏu SS, yŏu're fine

SS: (What? You sayin I ain't cool??)

SS: (Hashtag rude.)

VA: I'll leT yŏu knŏw when I reach a decisiŏn

VA: I'll send yŏu a cerTificaTe even

SS: (That ish better be notarized, pal, or else I ain't gonna know it's legit!)

VA: Yŏu knŏw iT will be

SA: regardless, i mean more to say that fun and practice can be attained with sparring with equal effort exerted and just as much skill gained.

SA: this is borderlining blood sport. it's painful to watch two people hold themselves back for the sake of attrition.

AH: lmao why'd you even come then

AA: y. to the cull matches arne way bettern, tbh.

AA: and pay bettern.

SA: When we sparred on the colonies it was either murder or handicapped practice.

SA: Because Hadean is my friend, and I will be there for him.

AA: but eyyy, therne's totally a benefit to, like, shitshows like this, dude. AA: it takes S K I L L to maim someone w/o just culling them.

VA: I like Th'nŏn-leThal ŏnes beTTer

AA: shit's a goddamn arntfornm.

AH: wow that's the first thing you've said that isn't just blah blah blah

SA: i suppose so Sipara. But i am hard pressed to see this drag on.

AH: fair enough

VA: Sipara has a gŏŏd pŏinT, maiming wiThŏuT culling is a fine line

AA: you need to hide yrn face in someone's shouldern?

SA: It just seems illogical to me. but that is fine.

AA: bc the left one's frnee. >:P

SA: no, it isn't like that.

SA: it doesn't make me sick it just makes me sick.

SA: ?

AA: >:?

VA: yŏu cŏuld Try Tŏ Think ŏf iT as sparring if iT helps

AA: prnotip, dude, squeamishness ain't just puking in the bushes.

VA: I dŏubT eiTher ŏne 's Them will cŏme away frŏm This wiThŏuT learning sŏmeThing

AA: .. also, lbrn herne, it's less funny now that, like, hads is getting hit.

AA: booooooo.

AA: and y, va, i agr

SS: (I mean, I'm up and learnin plenty tonight, vocab-wise.)

SS: ( (\eue/ ))

VA: Likewise

SS: (But, shit, all I ever learned from fightin's that you gotta get 'em down afore they get their fronds on you.) SS: (Idk what the pointa sparrin is when you end up effed up permanent-like if you ever let someone get that close irl proper-like.)

SA: usually violent stabbing and battering isn't part of sparring.

VA: IT can be if yŏu're dedicaTed

SA: dedicated or foolish.

VA: Usually ya have armŏr ŏn if yŏu're gŏing fŏr blŏŏd Thŏugh

VA: Like, armŏr armŏr

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Good Luck Friedrich

A series of video diaries by Isabella Beilschmidt for her baby brother, Friedrich, where she details and explains the lives of their hectic family.

Managed an update woo! As always, expect slow ones with this story, but since lately I’ve been getting a lot of messages about it, I planned of a way to work on this one quicker after I finish a new thing I’m working on, so you might get the next chapter sooner, but let’s see how that goes. Hope you enjoy!

Video 2

“No, no, no, a nice gentle orange!”

“But we already painted this in baby blue, it won’t match!”

“Oh trust me, my kind of orange will be perfect. Wait till we start mixing and you’ll see what I mean.”

“It better be pretty, because if not, I’ll feel embarrassed walking by this every day.”

“Analiese, you’ll be in Paris by the time we start using it."

“I still have an entire summer here!”

Isabella had enough of this, she switched the camera from the wall her papa and older sister were currently discussing on, to the crib where Friedrich lay, facing the ceiling, ever curious eyes darting every part of the ceiling, room and the dogs that watched around him, his cute little hands and feet wobbling, still testing out his first movements. To Isabella there was nothing more adorable, especially since he was wearing a really small and cute woodland creatures footie pajamas.

“Hi, Friedrich. You are now three weeks old! You see your sister Analiese and Papa there,” she pointed as they began a tracing, and to her surprise, the baby followed the movements, his eyes now frozen on their figure, wobbling more, surely wanting his papa’s attention.

“They’re working on our semester calendar for when school starts again in September…well, for the ones who are staying in Switzerland of course. Papa takes this wall and paints all our schedules into this huge beautiful calendar surrounded by beautiful designs of a theme we all vote on. This time, fairy forest won. It’s a way for us to organize ourselves as well to not forget any of our assignments, plans or even what day were in. He’s being doing this from the moment Heinrich and Alessandro started Kindergarten, and as we got older, we even help him. Maybe one day you’ll help papa and vatti make your own calendars.”

After her explanation, she started pointing the camera around the high ceiling of this living room, the elder walls, the different paintings their papa and the rest had decorated with over the years.

“This is a beautiful place, isn’t it? Large, lively and even strong.” With a little last poke to his nose, she stood and began walking around, introducing the kitchen, the library, the halls, from the ones in the basement as well as the top floors, their views of perfect blue sky, of green hills, colorful fauna, from the distance and even the ones they grew in their garden and yard.

“This place is more than two hundred years old. Vatti used to tell us a story about a powerful woman that used to live here, so selfish and greedy that a witch placed a curse on her to never leave the threshold of her house. Vengeful she was she began to study all kinds of witchcraft to get back at her. Once she learned enough, she challenged the witch on a dual for her freedom and vatti says that a great battle took place in these very hills until she acclaimed her winning. The process helped to make her kinder actually, starting a school to teach little witches and wizards what she learned…but then we told uncle Vash, and he just said that an old noble family used to own it, went broke and just left the house fall to pieces. Yep, the house didn’t use to look like this.”

She pointed the camera around, hoping with the story she was to tell that Friedrich could imagine how broken down it had been once, instead of all this strong wood, paneling, colors, carpets and order that took years to reach.

“You’re lucky you didn’t see it when it was still being worked upon, so the house can be to you from the beginning a strong fortress to protect and grow in and-”

“I’m starting to have second thoughts about this…”

“Oh come on, it won’t be that bad!”

A sling, a throw, a body being hit against the wall, creating a hole, debris falling on the ground, along with a dizzy Aldrich, who groaned and tried to relieve himself from the pain. Isabella was so startled she could only remain still, letting the camera roll and capture this. Alessandro came out the door his younger brother was slung from, panicking, as surprised to a still as Isabella. He was clearly not expecting for this to cause so much damage.

“What just happened?” Analiese shouted as she came up, gasping but quickly being the only one to hurry to Aldrich’s side, to help him up, check on him and embrace away any kind of pain.

After Friedrich started wailing, Feliciano climbed up with the baby in his hold, trying to shush him back to his calm, which was hard to do with the dogs following around and then for all to instantly panic when they saw where Aldrich lay, going to his side to help and inspect the damage. Feliciano quickly calculated and sent a heavy glare in Alessandro’s direction.

“What happened here?” He demanded.

“Uh…” Alessandro was quickly trying to plot something that wouldn’t get him into trouble.

“I have everything tapped. You can’t escape from this one,” Isabella interrupted.

Alessandro groaned but was still too scared to talk.

“Whatever it was, it’s your money we are using to fix this and your vatti will later give you a stern talking to,” their papa warned, beginning to pick some things to clean up as well as filling Aldrich with all kinds of kisses he sometimes wished could heal.

The last thing the camera caught as it turned away was Alessandro’s groan. It now instead focused on Isabella’s still surprised expression, deciding to move away from this commotion and find somewhere silent to begin.

“Okay, so, eighteen years later and the house is still falling apart, but trust me, it’s way better than how it used to be…”

Ludwig and Feliciano had arrived for the first time before the house almost eighteen years ago, on a bad red golf Volkswagen, the cheapest one they could find, with nothing but a couple of bags of clothes and other small items they could take in the small time they had.

Back then, there was no paved entrance, no garden, Feliciano couldn’t even spot the door, only but grass and vines standing tall and wrapping around every available opening of the old decaying house. Feliciano came out from the car and neared, not fearful, finding available spots to enter through the fauna until finally he could reach the door, a heavy lock impeding any kind of trick. Luckily Ludwig had brought a large snip to easily break it, and although the door was free for a simple push to give them entrance, they both though it appropriate to use the keys they were given for their first entrance. The locks worked sufficiently and Ludwig pushed the door for him, instantly greeted by a cloud of dust, falling specks of rocks, the only light being the one that came from the door, illuminating only but greyed floors, rotten wood and walls, and various holes that let quite the cold air drift. Pieces of the ceiling lay on the floor, rats, cockroaches and spiders scurried, and Feliciano was just about ready to let himself cry.

“Ludwig…it’s much worse than they said,” he honestly told.

Ludwig sighed, agreeing, taking off the heavy jacket he wore to instead give it to Feliciano, making sure to cover him well. He tightened the beanie on his head, fitting the large jacket well on his shoulders, then buttoned the area where the large bump in his stomach lay.

“Stay here, I’ll check the rest of the house."

“No, I want to see it too. We need to see it together.” He already moved forward, taking his arm decided.

“Feliciano, all kinds of sickness and diseases are in the air. I can’t risk you and I can’t risk the baby either,” he was determined.

Feliciano raised his hand to cover his mouth area from the dust, dirt and contaminated air. “I’ll stay like this, and don’t worry, as long as I’m by your side, I know I am well and that you will protect me,” he promised.

Ludwig groaned but ended up accepting, making sure that Feliciano’s hold of him was tight, assuring, for no such escape even if something were to suddenly happen.

They started the inspection, checking the functionality of every still standing door, of the broken windows, of old mural paintings that Feliciano would be determined to fix. The floors creaked much worst as they took their steps. Some halls were inaccessible with all the debris and old furniture that piled. The stairs were so unsafe, with many holes and even worst piles of impending entrance that Ludwig and Feliciano feared to go up to the second floor or down below to the basement.

As they were checking the old kitchen, Feliciano gave a simple little cough.

“We’re leaving,” Ludwig decided.

“But-”

“We saw enough. Come on, let’s go.” He took a more protective hold of Feliciano, trying to cover his entire body well on him until they finally exited, closing the door behind them.

They moved the car only but a mere distance, for Ludwig’s Swiss cousin’s house, which lay in the very near vicinity. His young cousin Lili was the one who instantly came out to greet them, offering them both kind embraces and welcomes, helping them with the small luggage of things until they were brought to the basement, which would be their stay in the meanwhile.

The four of them shared a dinner of soup, baked fish and a simple summer salad, just perfect enough for Ludwig and Feliciano after everything.

“How soon are you planning to start on it?” Vash asked.

“Tomorrow. I’ll start by cleaning it up, getting rid of all those old piles of junk,” Ludwig already planned on his head.

“But…aren’t you already going to start working on Vash’s mechanic shop as well?” Lili wondered with worry.

“I will. I’ll just wake up early and work what I can before leaving, then come back and continue until it gets too late.” He didn’t seem to mind at all despite the deep hurt Feliciano felt, knowing that he would exhaust himself so much for him and for the coming baby.

“Take it easy, Ludwig. Why don’t you instead work on it on the weekends?” Vash suggested.

“We have no problem with letting you both stay here however long until it’s good enough for you two to move in,” Lili added.

“I rather not. I want to have it done as quickly as possible. I don’t want my son or daughter to come into this world homeless,” he said while taking his bites of salad and fish harshly in determination.

“Ludwig…” Feliciano reached a hand to lay on his arm dearly. “I’m only four months in, the baby won’t be coming until January. We have enough time. I don’t want you to overwork yourself. We’ll manage what we can peacefully, and even if we don’t have the house ready yet, the baby will have us, and a lot of love, and that should matter the most, right?”

Ludwig still remained pensive, but he did take a dear hold of Feliciano’s hand, rubbing it gently, with promise and wishes, eyes landing on the bump of his stomach, reminding him of everything he still desired for the little thing that was growing inside.

“I still want to give it everything,” he said, the heavy promise obvious in his attentive eyes, to nothing but the bump and Feliciano’s face.

“It will have it, Ludwig, there’s no doubt, but don’t hurt yourself in the process. I rather this baby have you and me than anything else." He raised his hand to rub at the side of his face, quite an intimate and meaningful moment for them, which actually left Vash and Lili feeling rather awkward.

“Do you know its gender yet?” Lili wondered, quite excited about the coming little cousin she’ll have and wanting to change any gloomy air in the table.

“We were going to ask if you knew any doctors. I should be getting my first sonogram soon and that’s when we’ll surely know,” Feliciano smiled, excitement reigning once again.

“I really do not mind what it will be, I’m just worried about his bump, it’s too big for someone whose only been pregnant for four months,” Ludwig told.

“Mrs. Natale, she has a lab in the village. The number one person to go to about this. I’ll give her a call and assure you an appointment as soon as possible,” Vash promised.

They continued on other topics, until all plates were empty and they could withdraw to their sleeping preparations.

As soon as Feliciano had his shower, he sat down on the floor, a sketchbook on what was supposed to be his bed, drawing along while Ludwig was finishing his own book, with every turn taking a glance to try and have a peek at what his mate was doing. The only time Feliciano broke from his concentration was to stare at the clock in the bedside table, showing that it was about to be midnight.

“Caro, you should be going to sleep,” he told him.

“Not until you do as well,” Ludwig told him back, but obeying and closing his book, leaving it right at the bedside table as Feliciano did with his sketchbook. Ludwig made space for him and Feliciano took his spot beside him, letting their arms wrap around each other, dwelling in their softness and warmth.

“What were you drawing?” Ludwig asked, curious after he hadn’t managed to catch a single glimpse.

Feliciano had no problem with picking the sketchbook and showing him, both gazing to Feliciano’s plans for the house, how he was thinking of making the gardens, the entrance, the façade, the rooms, the halls, the living room, the kitchen, the terrace, all to every last detail and intricacy, a wonder that Ludwig could agree would be the dream they both wanted for this house. The last drawings were the plans for the baby’s room, still unfinished, but what took Ludwig’s interest was the giant stuffed dog doll in the corner. He raised his eye at that and Feliciano couldn’t help but laugh.

“Will that really be necessary?”

“Of course! Our baby could play with it and make it feel protected. I’m sure this child would love dogs as much as you do,” he grinned, nuzzling his nose with his.

“Well, if we can find a place that sells big stuffed dog dolls, sure, and also…if we have the money,” and Ludwig gloomed, saddening and worrying as every time he thought about the economic problems they faced, sighing and hoping he could forget about them in the trace of his fingers on Feliciano’s stomach.

“We will do what we can, please don’t worry, Luddy. If we can’t get it, it’s all right. Small little ones would be enough, I don’t mind. Like I always say, what matters the most is being together,” Feliciano said, taking the side of Ludwig’s face to rub, easing him close for a meet of their lips, the last soothing touch to bring them into their sleep and dream.

Feliciano convinced Ludwig to stay resting in the morning, only to be awakened once he had to leave with Vash to start working at the shop. Once they were gone, around the slope of the hill in their car, Feliciano and Lili picked some bags they quickly prepared after breakfast and headed down on foot to the old browned house. Once they were inside, Lili cleared whatever old planks, curtains, broken glass or piles from small openings, letting in more natural light into the old home, much easier to see and work with. She made sure that both her and Feliciano were covered as Ludwig would have wanted if he was there, with tied cloths on their mouths and heads, gloves, old hoodies, old pants, boots, and she jokingly put a pillow around Feliciano’s bump. They started clearing the main entrance, everything either moved to a single pile in a corner or outside in another one. They moved, they dusted, all through the day, until finally Feliciano could actually spot the stone of the floor clear. It was only a small space, but it was relieving, it was a sign of progress.

Time was lost to them as they worked, the late evening approaching them without notice, until sudden steps joined, neither Feliciano’s nor Lili’s.

“What are you doing here?” Ludwig instantly scolded, rushing off to take a hold of Feliciano, dusting away any dirt, taking watch of every part of him, relieved to find absolutely nothing stuck to his skin or signs of sickness since he prepared himself well.

“Lili and I thought it was best we started while you and Vash were away,” he smiled, still content and proud over the little they had done.

Ludwig gazed to Lili, who was dusting away the last of a corner they had decided they would reach for today, smiling and waving to Ludwig as a greeting before she continued with throwing all that dirt through a window. Ludwig couldn’t really complain or get angry, for as his eyes settled on what they worked. It was actually plentiful, the whole entryway clean, sure still a lot of things to be worked upon, but at least most of the old junk and piles were not there anymore, a nice clearing to work peacefully and be more focused on.

“Feliciano, you did an amazing job, but next time,” he reached and took the broom he held, “just wait until I arrive, I don’t want to risk you getting hurt or sick.”

Feliciano couldn’t help his groan, “just because I’m pregnant does not mean I’m incapable, Ludwig. I really want to have this house ready as much as you do, so I want to work on it when I can. It’s our home and I want both of us to work on it together. Don’t feel so worried, I covered myself, I’m with Lili and this street is completely safe. Please let me come here more often without you, I really want to offer what I can.” Even if his gloves, even if all the dust that lay on him and his heavy wear, he still leaned to embrace Ludwig, and he had no hesitation to wrap his own arms around him, only sighing as he let his hands play at his hair, still gazing to what they did, an excellent job for something that was just him and Lili.

Ludwig was weak to all this love.

“Promise me you’ll always come with Lili, do not try to move any of the heavy things that can be straining for you and never take any of the stairs until I fix them, all right?”

“Sì, amore,” Feliciano agreed, smiling unto Ludwig’s chest, relishing in his warmth and comfort.

Extra steps joined, those of Vash as he entered, gazing to what his sister and Feliciano did, an impressed smile as he nodded approvingly to everything.

“Excellent, need any other hands?” They continued until it got too late, with not even their flashlights enough to light up the continuing cleaning they did.

By the time they returned back to Vash’s house, they did well on trying to clean out one of the old living rooms and halls, all piles gathered at the front, Vash having called a truck to pick it up the next morning. They had a nice and welcoming dinner where Feliciano asked Ludwig and Vash about their day, Ludwig suggesting to Feliciano and Lili what they could do while they were away the next day and about that doctor they needed to contact for an appointment.

During the week that passed, a friend of Vash offered to get rid of every ugly bush, tree and tall grass that covered the house. It was all done in an easy day, more for the expecting couple to look, for more light to shine upon it and for more order as they continued to clean, by that moment having finished clearing most of the first floor, covering windows and doors with plastic wraps, installing some large electronic lanterns to help them work in the night, even a foldable table where they kept things like tools, bags, extra brooms, mops and formulas, as well as for whoever was working to have their breaks for food or just rest.

Ludwig and Feliciano decided to halt everything for that Monday since Mrs. Natale, their new Obstetrician, gave them an appointment for Feliciano’s first sonogram. Vash gave that day free to Ludwig without hesitation, understanding well what it meant, and so both headed to the village that morning, excited and nervous.

“Ciao, è un piacere incontrare un altro italiano," she greeted with cheek kisses that Feliciano had no problem with sharing in as they entered her office, Ludwig right behind, offering his own greet with a nod and a shake of her hand. “Vash told me you both moved in about a week ago. You chose a perfect place for your child. It’s a very German-Italian area, both the languages and cultures will be there for them to witness and grow with, although I’m sure you two will plan trips to your countries from time to time.”

Instant gloom set on their faces at that last mentioning, Feliciano stuttering and gazing to Ludwig for hints, wondering what they could tell her. Luckily, sensing how they felt about it, she started the questions quick, the three helping to fill in before it was safe enough to get Feliciano to lay at the chair to start. His shirt was raised, the gel was placed, the machine started and already she had the device circling, studying the screen for what was slowly appearing.

“Any guesses for what it will be,” she said wanting to keep conversation between them.

“We haven’t really sat to talk about it."

“We really won’t mind anything, we just wish for the baby to be healthy."

“But we do want to know if it will be an alpha, omega or beta, to make the necessary arrangements to the room.”

“Ah yes, I heard you two bought the old Wagner manor on an incredible deal. How are you going to deal with the reparation? I’m sorry to remind but the house has been in a horrible state for decades. That kind of fix will take a lot of time and money. I really wish you two luck,” she really did hope, dealing with the screen as the image became much clearer.

“Slowly, one thing at a time.”

“It’s true, we don’t think the house will be fully prepared for when the baby arrives, but we will do what we can so it can be the house they can come into as soon as we leave the hospital that day,” Ludwig expected.

“Right now we’re on a brink with this baby coming, we can’t pay for anything big, but just accept help and do what we can ourselvea."

“So I assume this is the only baby you’ll want for a while.”

“Yes, just for now, I mean, I’d love to have a big family, give this one a little sibling in the future, but we rather wait until we can have enough money and more prepared rooms to take care of a second one,” Feliciano smiled expectantly, already envisioning, one Ludwig couldn’t help but fall dearly to, with such a gentility and smile that betrayed his tall and intimidating demeanor. Mrs. Natale couldn’t help but smile herself, finding them both so sweet.

With one last checking, she came to a conclusion that she was eager to give to the happily expectant parents. There it was and she elated…but after she thought about what they just said, all sweetness left, her smile soured, clear hesitation that Ludwig and Feliciano noticed, of course worrying, Ludwig taking Feliciano’s hand ready to hear whatever it was she would say.

“Signora…is everything all right?” Feliciano wondered, sitting, wanting to be strong for her coming words.

“Um…yes, everything is just …well…from what I can see, you’re going to have healthy alpha boys,” she declared, afraid of the kind of reaction they will get, but still trying to remain as cheerful, to lessen the heaviness.

“Oh, healthy alpha boys,” Feliciano sighed with great relief, but still maintaining his hold in Ludwig’s hand, who felt the same coming calm.

“Hear that, Luddy, we’re going to have alpha boys, just like you. Alpha boys…alpha boys…alpha boys…wait…” the realization hit them.

“Eh…congratulations,” and she turned the screen, to make it obvious that there was in fact two growing little figures in Feliciano’s stomach, which explained the rather large bump he held for just four months. “You’re having twins…”

Ludwig and Feliciano felt all kinds of emotions at that moment, proud to know what their baby would be, of course, healthy, amazing, but two…two babies, identical twins at that, when they were at ruins, an old decaying house they just started fixing, Ludwig with a single job that was not even enough to pay for one baby and now they had to suddenly deal with the fact that they were having two at the same time.

Mrs. Natale calmed them, gave them books, medicines, ways to relax, even offering numbers for people that were bound to donate anything they might need for now two babies. Still, they left the lab with gloomed expressions, the only ounce of joy but a little picture of the sonogram that showed the black and white grained images of the two growing figures. Feliciano maintained his gaze only on it, planning what he could do with it, anything to not look at Ludwig’s expression as they drove back to continue working on the house. Even without seeing him he could sense his trouble, the harshened grip he had on the wheel, a stressed expression, singular on the curved roads they drove.

He thought about putting the picture on the fridge in Vash’s house, maybe on a little frame at the working table in their own house, or he could just keep it in his sketchbook until they actually had a nice wall they could frame it on. He sighed, they didn’t even have a real place to put something as simple as a sonogram picture.

They arrived before the house, so suddenly to Feliciano, who was too dedicated to the picture, to then raise his gaze to the rather horrible house, seeming more ugly now, more taunting, even after they cleared it of everything green covering it at the front, after the internal cleaning, after they placed some lanterns to give it life while they worked in the night or when it got too dark during the day.

Ludwig just got down, not even waiting for Feliciano or offering to open his door, he just went straight into the house, his gaze as frontal as from the moment he was told that he would father twins. Feliciano took a couple of easing breaths before he decided to head out himself, with easy gentle steps, enough for Ludwig not to notice as he gazed to the plans of the house they set on the table, one they had found when cleaning one of the old libraries. It had all rooms marked, which gave more of an assurance and form to how it was once, a help to repair. Ludwig pointed and marked, before he settled on an idea, raising his gaze, pensive and wondering, before he finally laid his eyes on Feliciano, who was shy to come any closer, for dread still seemed to hover above them heavily.

“There’s a series of rooms in this hall,” he pointed above them, “right in the center is the second largest room of the house. A door is right across what will be ours. We have to immediately start work on the stairs, cleaning, fixing the floor and ceiling. Once that is done, we’ll instantly set to work on that room for them.”

Feliciano nodded and so Ludwig closed the plans and sat on a chair, letting out heavy breaths, trying to relax, his head resting on the lean his arm took of the table, drained, tired, with now an extra heavy weight to worry about that didn’t let his mind or even body settle.

Feliciano let him dwell on it before he uttered: “I’m sorry…”

Ludwig raised and turned his gaze to him, wondering what that apology was for.

“I…didn’t expect them to be twins."

“You can’t control that, Feliciano, it just happens."

“Still, having twins runs well in my family, I should have…thought about that, and maybe if I knew…then…” he couldn’t continue, the whimpering didn’t let him, the tears trickled down easily and no matter how hard he gripped his hands on his jeans, it didn’t stop his watering and trembling.

“You would have what?” Ludwig stood, coming close, the scene a breaking that took him a lot of strength to not break the same, extending his hands to caress his face, looking into his eyes as a way to calm him enough to speak.

“Then I wouldn’t have left us do this, I wouldn’t have left myself burden you,” he breathed enough, letting his own tears fall upon his fingers as Ludwig continued to dry them, as Feliciano moved his glance away, too saddened with heavy fault.

“You were, are not, and never will be a burden to me, even if I knew what we did would have produced twins, I still would have done it. I rather have this…falling and tumbling house, broke and with nothing but a couple of bags of things we managed to bring then have the life we used to live before. I would choose you ten times over it.” He pulled his face enough to lay kisses on his cheeks, on his lips, enough of an assurance, enough of an intent.

“I’m happy were going to have alpha boys, that they’re healthy and that we’ll have a big family, it’s just…” he took a deep sigh, hands now falling to rub on his stomach, with the same stress, the same lingering and even fear that he’s worn ever since the news was told.

“I was already scared we wouldn’t have for one…and now that we’re having two…I’m worried…I want them both to be well, to be brought into a secure house where they’ll have everything, entirely everything that I can offer to them and you, but all I have is this house that-” that very moment a piece of the ceiling broke and fell apart unto the clean pavement they had cleared in one of the living rooms. It was so common they were pretty much unfazed by now. “…does that, a job that doesn’t pay enough, barely for one baby, no degree, no qualifications, nothing to really bring what I want into this family. It’s concerning, distressing and I fear that you and our boys will just see me as a disappointment.” He lowered once again, his graying returning, so downed that he couldn’t even continue his words.

No, neither could stand to see each other like this, so even with Feliciano’s own still falling tears, he leaned to place his own hands on the side of his face, in the same caresses, softness and sureness that Ludwig just gave him.

“You were, are not, and will never be a disappointment,” he repeated, with a shining smile, glee in his eyes despite the still falling tears. “I know right now everything looks bad, but we can fix it, there’s a chance for us to change it. We have so many people kindly helping us. We have Vash and Lili, all their friends and Mrs. Natale gave us a lot of numbers and locations to receive donations, we can use those. At least we have a house, not matter its ruin. I-I-I’ll start painting! Yes, I can sell some canvases, have a room with an amazing view just to paint. I learned some sewing from Lovino, Lili has a lot of fabric, I can make the babies’ clothing, I can make many other things to sell as well."

“…I could…try to make their beds and… most of our furniture,” Ludwig slowly began to elate with the prospect, already thinking of all kinds of projects, for Feliciano, for his coming children.

“You can?”

“My cousin Berwald taught me a thing or two. There’s a lot of wood in this area and Vash can help me get anything else. I’m pretty confident in what I’ll be able to do."

“Oh, they’ll be more than enough, they’ll mean more than whatever expensive thing we can get in a store!” Feliciano jumped into his embrace, both now smiling, swaying and laughing, bringing this space more love, more of them, with true elation for the coming twins, confident to give them everything even with the little they could manage. It made this old cringing house lighter, beautiful and more their home.

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