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A train passed by and another one started to move. The train station was busy and had alot of noises and people. Ivan didn't like it.
He had walked into the bathroom because he had felt overwhelmed, he was glad that he had left and really didn't want to go back. He was starting to feel guilty, maybe he shouldn't have left I mean wouldn't his sister miss him.
He looked back into the mirror to be met back with Purple eyes staring right back at him. His white hair sticking to his pale face with the water he splashed on it to cool himself down. "Monster," he reminded himself.
Yekaterina would be fine, they would be fine.
He started heading towards, his train his tan trench coat blowing in the wind with his scarf. When he got on the train it wasn't quite full so he might find a empty compartment. He didn't need to think any longer before he found one and sat down putting his suitcase next to himself.
The seats that Ivan were sitting in were uncomfortable and dusty, good thing he was only riding to Germany.
The day was early and Ivan was tried and while he did want to sleep he should probably think of what to do when he got to Berlin. He only had 80 marks and a typewriter witch he had got for a very cheap price. He was pulled out of his thoughts when a young man with reddish brown hair and a strong Italian accent spoke to him.
"May I sit here?" He moved to allow the man to sit next to him. Tye man spoke up again. "My name is Feliciano, what's yours?" He held up his hand in greeting smiled at him. He was short, had reddish brown hair with fair skin He was grinning widely and had barely visible eyes. He was wearing a nice suit like shirt that was a nice shade turquoise, he had matching pants as well that were covered in pasta stains. He didn't look very neat but seemed nice. He reminded Ivan of a small puppy.
"Ivan," he answered simply before the ticket collector came up to them.
"Tickets," Said a blonde man dully before looking over to Feliciano. "Feli, coming back to Germany I see and what do you have there." Feliciano, he now noticed was clutching a bag in his hands rather tightly. He looked at the man with fear in his eyes.
"Don't worry, its nothing. I saw his bag." Ivan said. The man looked between Feliciano and Ivan for a moment. He seemed to give up and took the tickets and passports from them both.
"Welcome to Germany." The man said, handed them there passports and started to walk away but stopped halfway through." Oh, and Feli, tell Ludwig that the great and awesome Gilbert said hi."
Feliciano let out a breath that he was holding. "Thanks."
"No problem, friend." The Russian smiled at the man and continued, "If you don't mind me asking what is in the bag?"
Feliciano smiled back. "Gifts from home, while there's nothing wrong with then, I don't think there allowed. They are important to me."
Ivan thought that sounded nice, he remembered when his mom gave him gifts, when he was loved. He missed her. "So who was that?" He asked deciding to keep the conversation going.
"Oh that was Gilbert, my best friend's brother. He's not mean, we actually used to be close but he's just worried for his brother." Feliciano got more sad as he talked, sounding like he was distracted. He stood there staring sadly before seaming to remember that he was in the middle of a conversation. "His brother, Ludwig and I run an apartment together, I cook the food and clean, he does the boring stuff. What do you do for work?"
Ivan was curios about what he ment by worried but decided not to push it. "I'm a writer and teach English." He knew while these where not really real jobs (atleast not ones that can afford rent.) But it was better then saying he was unemployed.
"A writer!" Feliciano exclaimed. "That's so interesting! Are you here to write?"
More like find something to write about. "Да" (yes)
"Where are you staying I have some great recommendations especially for a writer!?" It was a bit funny to see Feliciano so happy, he really did remind Ivan of a puppy.
"Nowhere for the moment." He really had no idea where to go once he got to Berlin. Just that he had to get there.
"Well stay at are place then! We don't have that many guest so I'm sure Ludwig wouldn't mind."
"But I don't have that much."
"If I make food for him he'll do anything for me, don't worry"
Why was Feliciano doing this, Ivan had nothing but so far Feliciano hadn't gotten scared or left him or done anything but why? "Thanks friend" Ivan smiles and Feli smiles back.
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"And this is where the desk is, there's a phone available in all the rooms in case you need to give us a call and over there is", Feliciano's partner was giving him a tore of the room. Ludwig was a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes, he was wearing the
as Feliciano except his was more neat and professional looking. He seemed to not be that all cheerful but not unpleasant either, more of like, what was the world, serious and protective enegy.
" And that's the room. It cost about 60 marks and that includes meals downstairs." Right, the tour. The room was small and had a single bed in the corner with a desk right next to it. The walls were made of a dark chocolate-colored wood. The floors were a few shades lighter and were made of oak. The room had a very cozy and warm feel to it, almost like a cottage in a fairytale.
Wait 60 marks but he didn't have that much. "I only have 50 ," he responded.
Ludwig looked angry for a moment be fore he turned to look at Feliciano. "Give my friend and I a moment please." Ludwig pretty much dragged Feliciano out the door before he started yelling at him.
"Why did you bring him here!"
"He helped me with my brothers gift."
"From what you told me he barley did anything! "
"Pleaseeee, he's nice."
"No means NO!"
"We can have homemade pizza tonight if you say yes."
They both walked back into the room, Ludwig looking a bit defeated. "You know what, why not? I have survived a war. I have survived inflation, millions of marks for one peace of bread. It's ten marks, why not?" Ludwig and Feliciano walked out the door.
"Oh and have a nice day, Ivan. Chao!"
Ivan put his bag on his be and signs before whispering to himself, "welcome to Berlin."