Ciao per ora, tesoro. (GerIta)

A pen on paper

Ludwig was a quiet young man, always hidden away in the room of Duke Bonnefoy's mansion that he was living in, due to running the Duke's business for him. He wasn't all that interesting, besides from being decently skilled at carpentry. He didn't find it entertaining, but it was something to do. Bonnefoy was a greedy man, always getting others to do things for him; for example, getting Ludwig to carve things for him to sell and giving no percentage of the money to the original maker. Every so often, in return of what he had done for the Duke, Bonnefoy would reward Ludwig with the occasional fountain pen and blank notebook, in case he was planning on writing letters, though as if he actually had anyone to write to. However, Ludwig used this pen and paper to his advantage and discovered that he had an interest for writing. When he had any spare time, he'd spend every second of it writing. He usually wasn't the type to work so hard on things that he considered unnecessary yet he found himself writing maybe a bit too much about the Duke's new courtesan.

He didn't know much about the courtesan, not even his name. The only time they'd ever seen each other was quite embarrassing actually as he had walked in on the young man and the duke making love. For some reason, he couldn't pull his eyes away at that moment, his strong blue gaze fixed on the boy's sweaty tanned skin. He found himself blushing as he thought of the very image again. Then, someone knocked on the door. He quickly pulled himself together and rushed to answer it. On the other side stood the young servant Matthew, who he didn't actually see  around too much, nor speak to. "Duke wants you down for dinner." The shorter blonde informed him in a hushed voice.

"Okay, I'll be down in a second. Thank you."
He spoke, his thick German accent being merely revealed to the shorter man. He watched as the younger servant stumbled down the poshly designed hallways. After closing the door, he sighed, walking over to tidy away all evidence of his previous activities. Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and took the time to quickly freshen himself up.

After several minutes of walking, he'd arrived at the large dining hall and entered. There he was, the one who had been running around his mind recently; the one he just couldn't stop thinking about. The new courtesan.

"Ludwig, mon cher, you've finally came. We were waiting for you, hon hon hon!" The wealthy man greeted, "I don't think you and mon amour have met yet, am I correct?"

"Uh.. Ja."

"Ciao! Very nice to meet you, Ludwig! My name is Feliciano but you can call me Feli." 

Ludwig's POV

He grabbed my hand and held it in both of his. They were warm and slightly clammy.

"Ja. Nice to meet you too, Feli."

Our eyes met for a moment. From there on, I  started to examine every other feature of his face, noticing he had slight freckles dotted across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. His lips, pink and plump and his eyes, large amber orbs that complemented his wavy auburn hair. Weirdly enough, he had a tuft of hair, a curl, that always stuck out at one side, and bounced happily as he walked. From what I'd seen before, I'm sure this is his.. erogenous zone. Boss had been tugging on it and twirling it between his fingers, causing breathy,
high-pitched moans, from Feliciano.

I gulped.

Now isn't the time. Come on, Ludwig. Pull yourself together.

"I'm looking forward to talking with you more-!"  Feli started, after breaking eye contact and dropping my hands.

"Hon hon hon, mon amour, that will not be happening. You see, notre ami Ludwig here doesn't have a room in the same quarter as you. You'll be staying in the room next to moi." Bonnefoy claimed, walking over to us, talking long strides, and wrapping his arm around Feliciano.

Feli's face dropped, almost as if he seemed disheartened by this statement. Is he that upset about not being able to talk to me?

Feliciano's POV

Ludwig seemed nice. He was large, taller than Francis. He had shiny blonde hair, slicked back by what I supposed is gel. His eyes, bluer than anything I've seen before. And was he German? His accent was terribly noticeable as he spoke to me. He looked exactly like someone. Someone who left me as children. Holy Ro..

"I'm looking forward to talking with you more-!" I was cut off as Francis strolled towards up, wrapping his decently muscled arm around my shoulders. "Hon hon hon, mon amour, that will not be happening. You see, notre ami Ludwig here doesn't have a room in the same quarter as you. You'll be staying in the room next to moi."

What I've learned about Francis is that, when he wants to, he can be really clingy and possessive. If I'm being completely honest, I'd rather be at home eating pasta with my fratello and big brother Antonio.

I'm sorry guys, I really don't have the energy to do this rn. I already sorta hate this and it isn't that good. As I said, it has been 2-3 or so years since I've used this app. Also, for your information, I have managed to stay awake for 72+ hours and am still currently going and do not know what to do,, HHHSHHS. Anyway, if you don't understand the AU, It's 1920 and Ludwig is living in Francis' mansion in Paris and he works for him. Of course, Francis knows him through Prussia. As for Italy, he is a courtesan, which in the 1920s, was a prostitute however only to wealthy men. He's also a dancer, whom is forced to dance with Francis at the occasional shows they throw in the romantic cita square of, of course, Paris. If I do decide to continue this story, I'll try to fit at least 2 of those shows throughout the whole book. Aside from that, I hope everyone is doing okay and coping in Quarantine,, I'm not😔🖐. Hope ya'll could at least understand this first chapter and at most, enjoy it.

Translations:

French: "Mon cher" = my friend
"Mon amour" = My love
"Notre ami" = Our friend
"Moi" = My
Italian:
"Ciao" = Hello
"Fratello" = Brother