Male!BelgiumxReader

Warning: Mild language and slightly suggestive themes

3rd Person POV (Lovina and Felicia)

    As soon as (Y/N) left the kitchen, Felicia grabbed a bottle of soda and shook it violently. She set it back to its original place on the counter.

    “What are you doing, idiota?” Lovina hissed as she glared at her sister.

    “This might help them,” she explained.

    “How?”

    “I don’t know, but I have a feeling that this might make something happen.”

    “Yeah,” Lovina snorted. “A big fat mess.”

    “Maybe, but I know something good will come out of it.”

    “Yeah, right. Look, just don’t do anything stupid like that again, okay?” Lovina said just as (Y/N) walked back into the kitchen. Felicia remained silent.

***

You

    “You called?” I asked, casually leaning against the doorframe. He rolled over and sat up.

    “I can’t find the movie.”

    “Figured. It’s on your desk.”

    Nicolas got up and walked over to his desk. He rummaged through some papers and other stuff. He threw his hands up in the air and turned around.

    “I can’t find it! It’s not here,” he sighed. I casually walked over and moved The Fault In Our Stars over. I picked up the DVD case and held it up.

    “You were saying?”

    “Thank you! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” he exclaimed as he snatched the DVD from my grasp. I pouted.

    “What? That’s all I get? No hug?”

    “How about a kiss?” he suggested. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

    “No thank you!”

    I quickly rushed back to the kitchen where Lovina was scolding Felicia. Nicolas walked back to the kitchen shortly with the items Antonio requested. He handed them to Lovina.

    “Nikki, do you like other people?” Felicia asked innocently.

    “N-no! I don’t like anyone!” he stuttered. There was a tinge of pink on his cheek. He misunderstood the question just as I had earlier.

    “But you hang out with other people all the time.”

    “O-oh. Yeah. I do like people, I guess,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked away. I stifled my laughter.

    “Then you’re a pervert! (Y/N) is a pervert!” Felicia sang happily. Nicolas and I just stared at her as she smiled happily. Lovina just face palmed. “I’m a pervert too! We’re all perverts! Yay! Perverts!”

    “U-uh, Felicia?” Nic asked.

    “Hmm?”

    “U-uh… (Y/N)?” Nicolas looked at me with desperation. I sighed.

    “Felicia,” I began slowly. “Do you know what ‘pervert’ means?”

    “Yeah! It’s a person who likes other people. Why?” Felicia asked innocently. She tilted her head slightly. I face palmed.

    “Never mind. I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

    “But we’re the same a--”

    “Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell you when you’re ready, okay?”

    “Okay,” Felicia chirped. She glanced at the digital clock on the wal. “It’s getting late. Antonio is expecting us.”

    “Yeah,” Lovina added. Nicolas and I walked the two sisters to the door and said goodbye to them.

    I shut the door and leaned against it. I looked at Nicolas, who seemed to be in a daze. I raised an eyebrow.

    “Yo! Nic!” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He quickly pulled away from his thoughts. “Waffle time. NOW.”

    “Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “Let’s go.”

    We walked back to the kitchen and sat down. We dug into the waffles and talked about random things. I suddenly remembered that he had a certain book in his room.

    “Hey, Nic?”

    “Hmm?”

    “Why do you have The Fault In Our Stars?” I asked. Nicolas stopped chewing and looked up at me.

    I bit back a laugh. His mouth was stuffed with waffles, and his cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk. He swallowed his food before speaking.

    “O-oh… That,” he looked away as a blush began to creep up his face. “That belongs to Lux.” I smirked.

    “Sure it does,” I said sarcastically. I reached out to pinch his cheek. “I totes believe you.”

    “I-I’m not lying!” His voice cracked slightly at the end. I giggled.

    “Whatever floats your boat, bro. I’m not here to judge you.”

    “Really?” he asks softly. He looks down.. I smiled.

    “Yeah, really! I’m here for the waffles!” Nicolas looked up and deadpanned. “I’m just messin’ with ya!”

    Nicolas shook his head and continued eating his waffles. We continued talking about things as we finished up the waffles and washed the dishes.

    We walked back to the living room. I sat on the couch and turned on the television. Nicolas walked out of the room.

    “Wait! Where are you going?” I asked. He didn’t reply.

    I sighed and turned the television on. I stared blankly at the screen. I frequently glanced at both entrances to the living room.

    A few moments later, Nicolas returned with a medium sized pink box. He stood in front of me for a moment before he got down on one knee. His eyes sparkled as he held the box out to me. I exaggerated a gasp.

    “(Y/N), we’ve been friends for a really long time. We’ve been through much together,” he started. I sniffed and wiped a fake tear away from my eye. “I know your likes and dislikes. Today, I wanted to give you something very special.” Nicolas took a deep breath before opening the box. I gasped again.

    “Will you do the honor of… Taking this jar of cookie butter*** as an early Christmas gift?”

    “Y-yes! I do! I love you, Nic!” I cried. He took the jar out of the box and placed it in my palms. I hugged him tightly. “But in all seriousness, thanks. You’re the best-est friend a girl could ever ask for.”

    Nicolas stiffened a bit, but he returned the hug. He pulled away before pulling two spoons out from the box.

    “Shall we?” I smiled.

    “We shall!”

***

    Nicolas and I were finishing up the jar of cookie butter when he asked a certain question.

    “What would you do if someone confessed to you?”

    “A guy I like or just a guy?”

    “Crush,” he said.

    “You wanna know?” He nodded. “Do you really wanna know?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Here is how it would go down: 1, He comes up to me with a big speech ready about how much he loves me and all that crap. 3--”

    “You skipped two,” Nic pointed out. I smiled and ignored his statement.

    “I’d just look at him for a good minute or so. 2, I say ‘Nah’. 3, he asks why,” I paused as a look of shock flashed across Nic’s face. “5,I’d be all like, ‘You’re joking’. 4, he’d be all like ‘But I’m not!’.6, ‘PROVE IT!’. 7, he hugs or kisses me. 9, I cross my arms and say, ‘That don’t prove nothing’. 10, he just looks at me. Then he starts running and crying. 12, I run after him and shout, ‘I’M SORRY! BABY COME BACK!’,” I finished. Nicolas laughed.

    “And Baby Come Back starts playing in the background somewhere,” he added.

    “Yeah. That’d be funny, dude!” We both burst out laughing once more.

    “But the real question is would you say yes?” he asked as he looked at me in the eyes with a dead serious expression. I stopped laughing for a moment.

    “If it was my crush, then I’d say ‘yes’. If it were some other dude, I’d probably try to get to know them a bit better before agreeing to go out with them.” Nicolas smiled.

    “That’s a good answer. Speaking of crushes… How come you never tell me yours?” he pouted.

    “Because I never really had a crush on anyone until now,” I answered honestly. I looked into his eyes for a moment before glancing away.

    “Well then. Spill the beans!”

    “If I told you, you’d laugh.”

    “I wouldn’t! I’m your best friend!” He pouted again and folded his arms. I contemplated on whether or not I should confess for a moment. I shook my head and decided against it.

    “I’ll tell you one day, when I’m ready,” I said.

    “You… You don’t trust me enough to tell me?” he asked hesitantly. My eyes widened, and I quickly shook my head.

    “N-no! It’s just that… It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that I don’t think you’re ready to hear it yet.” Nicolas looked downward. We both sat in silence for a few moments before he looked up again.

    “That’s understandable,” he finally said. I nodded.

    “Thanks for understanding. It really means a lot to me, you know.” I paused for a moment. “What about you?”

    “What?” His eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

    “You have any special guy or girl on your mind?” I said as I nudged him playfully. I was really hoping he didn’t have a crush on anyone.

    “O-oh! That! Haha…” He chuckled nervously. “Same situation as you. I know you know her, though. You know her very well.” He smiled gently and looked me in the eye. I felt my heart shatter into tiny pieces. My eyes stung, but I forced a smile on anyways.

    “That’s great!” I managed to say. I glanced up for a second to try to get rid of the tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes.

    We sat in silence as I scooped out another spoonful of cookie butter. I brought it to my lips and slowly licked off a bit of cookie butter.

    Who could he possibly be talking about? I mostly hung out with guys, and Lovina and Felicia were one of our only mutual friends that were girls. I knew he was closest to Lovina out of the two, so it must’ve been her.

    I licked off some more cookie butter. I glanced at Nicolas, who was staring intently at the television with a massive blush on his face. I raised an eyebrow as I glanced back at the television. They weren’t showing anything inappropriate, so why was he blushing?

    I shrugged it off and leaned back. I snuggled closer to Nicolas and watched the show.

***

Nicolas

    I smiled as (Y/N) finished explaining what she’d do if someone confessed to her. In all honesty, I was trying to figure out how she’d react if I confessed to her. It looks like she’d reject me at first.

    “That’s a good answer. Speaking of crushes… How come you never tell me yours?” I pouted.

    “Because I never really had a crush on anyone until now,” she answered. She looked into my eyes for a moment before glancing away.

    “Well then. Spill the beans!”

    “If I told you, you’d laugh.”

    “I wouldn’t! I’m your best friend!” I pouted again and folded my arms. She was silent for a moment. She finally shook her head before speaking.

    “I’ll tell you one day, when I’m ready,”

    “You… You don’t trust me enough to tell me?” I asked quietly. My heart sunk a little. Her eyes widened, and she quickly shook my head.

    “N-no! It’s just that… It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that I don’t think you’re ready to hear it yet.” I looked downward. We both sat in silence for a few moments. I finally looked back up.

    “That’s understandable,” I finally said. (Y/N) nodded.

    “Thanks for understanding. It really means a lot to me, you know.” She paused for a moment. “What about you?”

    “What?”.

    “You have any special guy or girl on your mind?” She said. She nudged my arm playfully “O-oh! That! Haha…” I chuckled nervously. Then a light bulb went off in my head. “Same situation as you. I know you know her, though. You know her very well.” I smiled and looked her in the eye, hoping she’d realize I was talking about her.

    “That’s great!”she exclaimed. I felt my heart sink a little more. She probably like someone else.

    I watched as she scooped some more cookie butter. She slowly licked the thick substance off the spoon. I felt a blush make it’s way onto my cheeks. I wonder what else she could do with that tongue--

    No! Bad Nic!

    I quickly looked away and stared at the television. A few moments later, I rubbed my shoulder blades. They felt tense. I looked back at  (Y/N). She was no longer eating the cookie butter, and she was watching the show on t.v.

    “Hey, can you give me a massage?” I asked. She looked at me with those (e/c) I loved so much.

    “Only if you roll me up into a blanket burrito,” she said. I nodded. She stood up and motioned for me to lie down.

    I layed down on my stomach. I hugged one of the nearby blankets closer as (Y/N) kneaded her fists into my back. I sighed in content. She gently massaged my lower back with her fingers.

    Hmm… I wonder what else she could do with those magical fingers of hers?

    BAD NICOLAS!

***

You

    I finally decided to just sit on Nic’s back so I could reach his other side. I got on the couch and put my knees on either side of his hips.

    “Uh… What’re you doing?” he questioned. I looked down and realized that I was pretty much straddling him. I blushed furiously.

    “I’m trying to get your other side,” I tried to say evenly. We sat in silence for a moment until Nicolas spoke up.

    “I can give you a massage now,” he said. I climbed off of the couch and let him get up. He motioned for me to lie down.

    I got on my stomach, and Nicolas got on top of me. A massive blush covered my face as I looked straight ahead. I felt his fingers slowly knead my shoulder blades. I could feel my muscles relax.

    I let out a sigh of content as he continued to work his way down to my lower back.

    Hmm.... I wonder what else he could do with those magical hands of his?

    I mentally face palmed. Now was not the time to have sexual fantasies about my best friend/crush.

    He kneaded my upper back once again. I could feel myself being pressed deeper and deeper into the couch.

    “That’s good enough,” I said. Nicolas removed himself from my back, and I got up and stretched.

    “Do you want to make some cake?” he asked. I froze. I looked up at him with wide eyes. I grinned.

    “FUCK YEAH! LET’S GET GOING!”

    I ran into the kitchen and pulled out a recipe book. I flipped through the pages. Nicolas came up behind me and picked up the book. I pouted.

    “I have a particular cake I’ve been wanting to try for a while,” he said.

    “What is it?”

    “Red velvet cake,” he replied. I deadpanned.

    “Please tell me you’re joking?” He shook his head. “YOU’VE NEVER TRIED RED VELVET CAKE?” I screeched. I flipped over the recipe book in his hand.

    “Nope,” he said calmly.

    “Child, I will make you a cake, and I shall feed it to you. You shall love every bit of it,” I said seriously. I placed a hand on his shoulder.

    “... Will you be wearing a sexy maid outfit too?”

    “No. Just stop.” I shook my head and pulled out my phone. I searched for a red velvet cake recipe.

    “Do you have the ingredients?” I asked as I held out my phone for him to see.

    “I bought them a few days ago,” he said.

    “Good. Let’s get started!”

    We gathered the ingredients and got started on the cake. When the batter was ready to be poured into the pans, Nicolas grabbed the spatula and licked the batter off.

    “I don’t think that’s very safe,” I commented. I placed some parchment paper at the bottom of the baking tin. “It has raw eggs in it.” Nicolas shrugged and held out the spatula to me. I shook my head.

    Suddenly, he smeared the batter all over my face using the spatula. I blinked. Then I smirked.

    “So that’s how you want to play it, huh?” I grabbed some flour. Nic backed up. I threw some flour at him, and it hit his face.

    “It’s on!” He grabbed some flour and tried throwing it at me. I barely dodged his attack.

    Soon, an all out flour war broke loose. Flour flew through the air, hitting both of us and the nearby objects.

    I picked up a glass of water and threw the water on him. Some of it actually went into his mouth. He slowly spit it out. Nic moved his hair back and grinned. He grabbed a nearby soda bottle and shook it.

    I slowly backed up. He opened the bottle, and a stream of soda flew into the air and hit me in the face and body. I quickly held up my arms in a vain attempt to block the soda stream.

    Meanwhile, Nicolas was just laughing his ass off. He put the bottle back down and tried walking over to me. He slipped and fell on his butt. I burst out laughing.

    “Need help?” I asked as I stuck out my hand. He grinned and took my hand.

    “Thanks,” he said. He yanked me down so that I was on top of him. “Pal!” I pouted.

    “That’s not very nice!” I removed myself from him and sat down on the floor. “We should get the cake in the oven.”

    “Yeah. I want some cake,” Nicolas agreed.

    We both stood up and brushed off some flour from our pants. I glanced at Nicolas, who was blushing. I looked down and realized that my tank top was clinging to my body like a glove.

    “You’ve seen me naked before,” I said. He blushed even harder.

    “But we were 7! You didn’t have any boobs!”

    “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get the cake done.”

    I poured the batter into the pans. Nicolas opened the oven door, which was preheated to 350 degrees Fahrenheit (176.66 degrees Celsius). I carefully placed the two pans into the oven. Nicolas shut the door.

    “Now what?” he asked. I shrugged.

    “We clean up. One of us is going to end up slipping and breaking our necks and dying.” Nicolas chuckled.

    “Sure.”

    We spent the next half hour or so cleaning up the kitchen and putting away the supplies. The timer went off just as I was washing the last utensil. Nicolas turned off the oven and cracked the door open.

    I placed the the utensil back in the drawer and took out more butter and some cream cheese from the fridge. Nicolas took out some icing sugar and vanilla extract from the cabinet.

    We started making the frosting. We finished in a few minutes and cleaned up again. The only task left was to frost the cake, but the cake still wasn’t cool.

    “Let’s take a shower while we wait for the cake to cool,” I suggested. Nicolas smirked.

    “Oh my!” I punched his shoulder lightly.

    “Don’t think wrong. I’ll be taking a shower in my room,” I said. I waltzed out of the kitchen and to the guest room to take a shower.

    I grabbed my pajamas and underwear and walked to the bathroom. I glanced down at my underwear. They conveniently happened to be the ones Nicolas picked out earlier.

    I face palmed.

    I began to strip out of my clothes and hopped into the shower. Winter break was going to be one hell of a ride.

***

    I quietly walked down the hall towards Nic’s room. He was most likely taking a shower, and if I remembered correctly, he never locked the door when he showered. His shower was also hidden in the corner of the the bathroom, so he couldn’t see me. I couldn’t see him either, which was perfect.

    I was going to pull the prank I’ve always wanted to do ever since I was a child; I was going to flush the toilet.

    I slowly opened the door to his room. The sound of water falling notified me that Nic was taking a shower.

    I glanced around the room. His room was still a mess from earlier.One thing in particular caught my attention. It was a picture on his wall.

    I quietly padded over to it and took a closer look. It had a cute picture frame with hearts and flowers around it. I looked at the actual picture. There was a little girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. There was also a little boy with blonde hair and green eyes. They both had a big smile on their face, and they were holding hands.

    It was Nic and I when we were younger!

    I cooed at the picture for a moment before remembering why I was in his room in the first place.

    I quickly but quietly jogged to his bathroom door. I carefully twisted the doorknob and opened the door. Nicolas was still taking a shower.

    I mentally snickered as I stood in front of the toilet. I quickly flushed the toilet. I heard a girly shriek come from the corner of the bathroom from behind the wall.

    “(Y/N)!”

    I burst out laughing as I ran out of the bathroom. I quickly ran down the stairs to the kitchen. I opened the oven door and took out the two cakes.

    I stopped laughing for a moment as I grabbed a knife. I burst out laughing again as I ran the knife along the edge of the cake. I flipped the pan over onto a cooling rack. I carefully slid the pan up to reveal the cake. I repeated the process again with the other cake.

    By the time I was done, I heard Nicolas stomp into the kitchen. I sliced one of the cakes in half through the middle, pretending not to notice the blonde. The knife was snatched from my hand when I finished cutting the first cake in half.

    “Hey! I was using that!” I pouted and folded my arms across my chest. I turned around. Nic’s face could be described as priceless, but it was nothing compared to my face.

    I was as red as one of Antonio’s tomatoes. Although Nic’s face was red with rage, he still looked hot in the tight, black, V-neck and flannel pajama bottoms he was wearing. He folded his arms.

    “Why?” he asked.

    “Why w-what?”

    “Why would you do that to me! I thought we were friends!” He pouted. I pointed to the cake I sliced in half.

    “Would cake make it better?” I asked innocently.

    “Only if you wear a sexy maid outfit while you feed it to me,” he replied. I deadpanned.

    “Then I’m not sorry.” I grabbed the knife from his hands and sliced the other cake in half.

    “Fine. I still want you to feed me, though.” I nodded as I handed him the knife.

    We put frosting in between the layers of cake before coating the cake in a thin layer of frosting. We put the cake in the fridge for about half an hour. In the meantime, we watched (Favorite Show). We took the cake back out and put the rest of the frosting on it.

    Nicolas finally sliced the cake. He placed two slices on two different plates. I put the cake back into the fridge as he took the cake into the living room. When I got back he was sitting down on the couch with the two cakes in front of him. He pointed at one of them.

    “Feed me!” He grinned.

    I sighed and picked up a plate. I was going to sit next to him, but he yanked me down to sit on his lap instead. I raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything. I shrugged and picked up some cake with the fork. I brought the fork to his mouth. He opened his mouth, and I shoved the cake in. I kept feeding him, and he fed me cake in return.

    Not that I’m complaining.

    Nic offered to go wash the plates when we were done. I grabbed a blanket from the couch and set it down on the floor. I layed down at the edge of the blanket. Nicolas shot me a confused face when he returned.

    “It’s burrito time. Roll me up,” I commanded as I put my arms up. Nicolas laughed as he walked towards me.

    He kneeled beside me and rolled me over with the blanket. He rolled me over a few more times, making sure that I was wrapped tightly in the blanket. When he was done, he picked me up and moved me onto the couch.

    “Thanks. Now chip me,” I commanded again. Nicolas opened up a bag of (Favorite Chip) and pulled one out. He placed the chip in my mouth.

    “You know, I wonder how we’re friends,” Nic commented. I raised an eyebrow. “We’re so different. I mean look at us; you’re so feisty and unf. I’m just boring and plain.”

    “Opposites attract you know,” I said as Nic lifted my head up. He sat down and placed my head on his lap.

    “I guess. I still think it’s pretty cool though. Friendships like ours don’t come around very often.”

    “I guess we’re the lucky ones,” I shrugged. I shifted so I was on my side. I was facing Nic’s stomach. I struggled to break free from the burrito I wanted to be in. I finally managed to get my arms out. I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled closer. “I love you, you know. We’ve been through so much together. I can’t imagine living without you. I want to stay with you forever,” I mumbled.

    Nicolas ran his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and inhaled his sweet scent. I felt some pressure on the side of my head. I realized that Nicolas was resting his head on top of mine.

    “Me too. I wish we could stay like this forever, but a part of me doesn’t,” he said. My eyes snapped open. I shifted So I could face him.

    “What?” Nicolas sighed.

    “I mean, I like the way things are right now, but this would get boring. I want to try something exciting. I want to try something new,” he began. He looked at me dead in the eye. “There are some things I want to change. I want to change things for the better. I just don’t know how you’d react. You’re my best friend after all. Our 15 years of friendship is important to me.”

    “Nic,” I began.

    I didn’t know what to say at this point. I was at lost for words.Things just took a serious turn. We were silent until I finally found the words to say.

    “I’ll support you no matter what you do. We’ll still be friends, no matter what happens. That’s why we’re best friends.”

    “That’s what I hate, dammit! I don’t want to be your friend! I hate all of this,” he gestured between us. My heart sunk. “No-- I love this, but I don’t love this! I can’t take it anymore! I don’t know what to do anymore! It’s driving me INSANE!”

    I sat straight up and brought him in for a hug. I ran my fingers through his golden locks.

    “What’d wrong? It’s highly unlike you to have outbursts.”

    “I-I d-don’t know!” he croaked. I felt something wet on my shoulders. “I-I just don’t know anymore!” he sobbed.

    “Nic, you can tell me anything. I will never hate you. I can never do that. I love you,” I said wholeheartedly. I was close to tears. It hurt to see Nic like this.

    “That’s the thing! You say you love me, but you mean it platonically. It kills me over and over to hear you say that. I love you, (Y/N). As in I love you romantically. I’ve loved you for a few years now. It seriously hurt to think that you’d reject me.

    “I think about how I’d confess to you and how you’d react every damn moment… I can’t take it anymore! It’s hurting me so much… I hate it!”

    “Ni--”

    “I’ve already figured that you wouldn’t want to be with me at all after this, so that’s why I invited you over here… To spend one las--”

    “NIC! SH-SHUT UP!” I cried. I buried my face in his chest. “I-I’ve told you time and time again! I-I’ll always love you n-no matter what happens! I love you! It’s been hurting me for a long time too… To think about you! You say you’re so plain and boring, but have you seen the way other girls look at you?

    “Just today, the clerk was trying to hit on you! You didn’t even notice! I couldn’t stand it! You were so damn oblivious to everything!,” I paused. “I fucking hate it,” I whispered as another tear slid down my cheek. “Yet, I still manage to hang onto you.”

    Nicolas tried to pull away, but I just hugged him even tighter. He struggled a bit, but he finally managed to untangle me from him. He lifted my head up to look him in the eye. His face was read, and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. He leaned down so that our foreheads were touching.

    “I don’t know why either… How we manage to hang onto each other,” he whispered. We were both silent for a moment.

    “Wait…You like me back?” he asked. I nodded. Then I froze. I pulled away and looked into his puffy eyes.

    “... Then why are we crying? Shouldn’t we be happy?”

    “It’s not as simple as that. Things could go wrong and end our friendship.” I brought my hands up and ran my fingers through Nic’s hair.

    “I swear that’s not going to happen. 15 years worth of friendship gone down the drain for… What? Nothing.” Nic chuckled. He pressed his lips onto my forehead.

    “I guess you’re right. We’re supposed to be best friends forever.” I flashed him a grin.

    “But for now, we’re best lovers forever!”

***

Extended Ending (BTT and Italian Sisters)

    “Did it work?” Gilbert asked, swallowing the last bite of his meal. He picked up his napkin and daintily patted his mouth with it. Lovina scowled at him.

    “You look like a pansy, you know?”

    “Did it work?” Francis repeated. Antonio stopped eating for a moment and looked up. A bit of tomato sauce dripped down from his chin.

    “Did what work?”

    “The plans,” Ludwig said. Antonio froze for a moment. Felicia giggled as she reached over to wipe away the tomato sauce from Antonio’s face.

    “Tch. Like hell I know.”

    “We can find out tomorrow. It’s best not to disturb them,” Felicia said as she sat back down. Gilbert slumped down in his seat and rubbed his stomach.

    “Why wait when we can see them now?” A mischievous grin slowly made its way onto Francis, Toni, and Gilbert’s faces. A look of horror spread across Ludwig’s face.

    “Nein! NEIN!”

***

    “How did we end up here?” Ludwig muttered.

    “How did we end up talking, in the first place?****” Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert sang. Lovina punched Antonio’s shoulder and glared at the trio. Antonio hissed in pain.

    “We already pretty much broke into the house. We don’t need you three idiots getting us caught!” she hissed. Felicia placed a finger on her lips.

    The group of friends tiptoed into the living room. Gilbert rushed over to the couch and took out his phone. He immediately began snapping photos of the new couple.

    “What are you doing, you idiot!” Ludwig whisper/shouted. Gilbert chuckled.

    “Don’t worry! Just getting some documentation on this glorious occasion!” Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose as Gilbert continued taking pictures and making silly poses next to the sleeping couple.

    Meanwhile, Francis returned with a few plates of cake. He passed a plate to everyone. Ludwig growled as he reluctantly took the plate of cake.

    “This is so stupid,” he and Lovina muttered in unison. Lovina glared at Ludwig.

    “Stop copying me!”

    “Me?”

    “Yes you, fucking dipshit! Who else was I talking to? Flying Mint Bunny?”

    Suddenly, the front door open. The group froze. The door shut again, and the sounds of heels clicking echoed throughout the house.

    “Shitshitshitfuckfuckshit!”

    The group instinctively ran towards the closet and piled in, one on top of the other. (Fortunately, the cake was alright) Francis was at the bottom with Gilbert lying down on his back. Ludwig was laying down on Gilbert’s chest with his legs against the wall so he didn’t hit his face. Felicia was curled up in his right arm while Lovina was curled up in his left arm. On the top of this mountain was Antonio, who had his arms wrapped around Lovina and his face buried in her chest.

    “Dumbass!” Lovina cursed. “Move you face!”

    “I can’t!”

    The door suddenly opened and the group froze. They looked like a deer caught in headlights. Tess nearly screamed when she saw them.

    “WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING HERE? GET OUT OF MY CLOSET BEFORE I CALL THE COPS ON YOU!” she shouted.

    The group of friends stumbled out of the closet, one by one. Ludwig threw Felicia over his shoulder and took off. Francis and Gilbert were the next to leave with their hands intertwined. Antonio and Lovina were about to leave when Antonio paused.

    “I’ve never noticed how cute you were. Call me sometime?” Lovina and Tess glared at him.

    “OUT!”

    “TOMATO BASTARD!”

    Tess sighed and rubbed her temple. She was about to turn her attention to the couch when Gilbert and Francis rushed back in. They picked up the plates of cakes, one by one. Tess felt as if she was about to pop a vein.

    “OUT! NOW!” Gilbert and Francis yelped. “AND STAY OUT!”

    Tess finally turned her attention to the couch. Surprisingly, (Y/N) and Nicolas were still asleep. A small smiled graced her lips as she looked at them. She quietly took out her phone and snapped a quick picture of them and sent it to Lux.

    She slid her phone back into her pocket and grabbed a blanket. She placed it over the sleepy new couple.

    “Goodnight, little brother and sister-in-law.”