You slammed your fists against the door, pounding the chipped wood. Tears dribbled down your cheeks and your breath came in short hic-upping gasps. You barely registered the little stabs of pain in your hands from the splinters jabbing at your skin.
Moving one hand off the door, you slammed it palm first onto the doorbell. Your heart raced, slamming against your ribs in an erratic pace. After a few moments, you moved both hands to the door knob and attempted to jerk the door open.
The tears streaming down your face dripped off your cheeks, splattering onto your shirt. Roughly swiping at your eyes, you kicked at the splintering door a frustrated sob bursting from your lips.
Reaching back with one leg you kicked again, hands rubbing your eyes.
Your foot did not connect with the door. Instead you felt something softer give way slightly.
"VAT ZE HELL?!"
You stumbled backwards, eyes wide with surprise.
The tall, blonde German was glaring down at you, his muscular arms crossed. "No, it's ze god damned Easter bunny. Vat do you vant _____?"
You stared at him for a moment, then promptly burst into tears again. He looked surprised, violet eyes going wide.
Hesitantly, he wrapped an arm about your waist, pulling you inside his house. Leading you into the small, cramped living room, he sat you down then took the seat across from you.
"Vat happened? Vhy are you crying?"
"F-Feli told me that.... That." You hiccuped, your bottom lip still trembling. Lutz rubbed his eyes, his thumb brushing against the vivid scar on his cheek.
"That you- You were...." You had stopped crying, but still felt extremely shaky. "You were going to.... going to."
"To vat??" His tone was gentle, yet his eyes were panicked.
Before you had a chance to tell him, your phone rang. You ignored it and fixed your attention on Lutz. He was staring at you, his expression unsure. Your phone buzzed, signaling you that an in coming text was waiting.
You flipped it open and stared at the text. Lutz raised an eyebrow as your frightened expression turned to one of outrage. You angled your phone so he could see the message.
Lutz glanced down at it, then up at you.
"Feliciano told you I vas going to commit suicide and then texted you April Fools."
You nodded, feeling slightly stupid. Now that you had calmed down a bit, you could see how stupid you had been for believing the Italian.
Damn Felicino, toying with your emotions. He knew that you had feelings for Lutz and seemed to do everything he could to mess up your chances with the tall German.
"The night is still young _____. Vhy don't ve get Feli back?"
You grinned at Lutz, a shiver going down your spine when he smirked.
Feliciano glared at Kaku. The Japanese man was smirking like one of those creepy fox masks he liked collecting. Sure smirking was Kaku's natural facial expression, but for some reason, this smirk was more ominous.
Feliciano glared, Number one, the nickname ticked him off and Number two, why the hell was Kaku congratulation him?
Three more people congratulated him on his way to Lutz's house. Feliciano's temper had risen from "Kind of pissed" to "I'm going to kick your ass pissed".
Knocking briskly on Lutz's door, Feliciano scowled. The tall German opened the door, his normal scowl replaced with a large smirk.
"I'm going to kick your ass pissed." turned into "Say it again and you're dead pissed."
"Why is-a everyone congratulating-a me?!"
Lutz looked like a kid in a candy shop. Feigning surprise, he placed a hand over his heart.
"How could you forget your own engagement?!"
If Feliciano's temper could have been measured on the Richter scale, he would have been a catastrophic 10.0.
"WHAT ARE-A YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" He exploded, magenta eye flashing with barely contained violence.
Alfred sauntered over, his grin so wide that his missing tooth was showing clearly.
"Really Feli, so forgetful that you forgot our engagement."
You watched as Feliciano snapped, lunging forward and grabbing Alfred about the throat.
"Is Alfred going to be okay?"
Lutz shrugged indifferently. "I promised to pay his hospital bill, zats vhy he helped in the first place."
You stared at Alfred, who was laughing as the shit was beaten out of him, then at Lutz, who was smirking like a cat. Kaku was filming the whole ordeal and Oliver was crying, asking why he hadn't been told this was a joke and how the cupcakes he had made where now useless.
Why were all of your friends crazy?