"My name is Matthew." He told him. He dug around under the desk and pulled out a notebook and a pen. "Here." He handed it over to the Italian man. He seemed like a good person, despite knowing the albino douchebag known as Gilbert. And that taller man looked like a good person too, despite said albino being his brother. So that was something he wasn't completely sure he could trust.

Feliciano started writing all the information he could on the pad of paper including where to come, at what time, and various other useless things about his pasta dinner plans for tomorrow. He accented it all with a drawing of a spaghetti dish and some smiley faces, all done with a neat, artistic flair. "Here you are, Matthew. I'll invite Gilbert too so you can see he's a very nice person!"

Matthew watched as Feliciano wrote on the paper, surprised by the amount of writing. He didn't think that all of that was actually necessary. "Thank.... you?..." he said, taking the paper. "I'll be there then." 'Though I doubt it about Gilbert. Nothing I've seen has shown him being any sort of nice.' he thought to himself.

"Are you ready to go, Feli?" Ludwig asked, checking his watch. They'd been here a lot longer than he had expected.

Feliciano smiled again and bid Matthew farewell before grabbing Ludwig's hand and dragging him off out the door. "Yep! Now we can go tell your brother we made him a friend! Won't he be happy?"

"I'm sure he will be." Ludwig assured him. Though he knew this was going to go either one of two ways. Either Gilbert will be grateful. Or he'll be angry. And Ludwig was betting on the second one. His brother didn't like it when others interfered with his life.

Feliciano had no doubt that Gilbert would be happy though. Anything else was beyond his understanding. He and Ludwig finished their walk and they said their good byes, leaving Feliciano to go home and plan. They would of course do the cooking at Ludwig's house because Lovino would gripe otherwise, not that he wouldn't share the pasta with his brother, but he didn't seem to like when Feliciano invited a lot of people over. So with an outrageous amount of cooking supplies and ingredients, he arrived at the others' house some time in the late afternoon.

"Hello!" Feliciano cried louder than a doorbell.

Gilbert on the other hand had yet to leave his room the entire day since Ludwig revealed their plans.

When Ludwig had arrived home, he got a bowl of water for Astor before going to talk to his brother. He informed Gilbert that Feliciano would be coming over for dinner tomorrow and they were inviting a friend. Also that he would be expected to attend. He didn't want to reveal to much and risk having the albino leave for the day. That would ruin all their planning.

When the doorbell rang the next evening, Astor started barking loudly. He patted him on the head to quiet him as he went to open the door. "Good afternoon, Feli. Please come in." he told him.

Gilbert paced back in forth in his room. Ludwig was up to something. He just knew it! As an older brother, he could read Ludwig like no one else and he had these feelings. They told him to be wary of the pasta and that didn't even make sense. He really liked Feliciano's pasta. When he heard the noisey Italian, he poked his head out the door and quickly disappeared again as Feliciano skipped inside.

"I brought everything I could, Ludsy! Are you going to help me cook?" he asked, all of his attention on the tall blonde.

Gilbert stuck his head out again. "You know we have our own pots right?!" he exclaimed before slamming his door shut again. Just who did they invite over? It was driving him insane. Ludwig was say if it was the little Asian dude, so what the hell?

"Ja, I'll help you cook if you want me to." Ludwig told him. Though he was better at making desserts than anything else, he'd help Feliciano if he was needed. Plus this way he would be able to minimize the mess that will most likely be created. He never knew how one person was able to make such a huge mess, but the Italian was always capable of doing it.

Meanwhile, Matthew was in his apartment getting dressed. He hadn't told Alfred about the dinner; he didn't want his brother to worry or invite himself along. Which he was very likely to do. He just wanted to do something that might change Gilbert's opinion of him. At the very least, he would like to be friends. He thought that would be nice.

Feliciano skipped into the kitchen and dumped everything on the counter. It took him five seconds to create a mess and he didn't notice. "That's great! I love cooking with you!" Or it could be that just loved being with Ludwig, but this was easier to say. He moved around, already setting everything up and beginning to boil water. "Oh, did you tell your brother about Matthew?"

Gilbert poked his head again once they'd left. What should he do? He gave up and poked his head into the kitchen with Astor at his heels. "Can I help too?" Despite the fact that he wasn't known for his culinary skills or even liking to cook. But until the 'friend' came, he didn't know what to do.

Ludwig sighed quietly to himself about the mess Feliciano instantly made. He just silent cleaned up what he could. "I just told him a friend was coming over. Didn't say anything about who it was. If they're fighting, he might not be happy to see him, so I didn't want him to just leave before dinner." he told him. He looked at Gilbert when the older man poked his head into the room. "If you want to. Don't know how much help you'll be. Don't know how much help I'll be for that matter."

Matthew checked the clocked as he straightened his shirt. After doing some quick math, he figured he should leave now if he wanted to make it on time. Double checking everything one last time, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and bottle of wine that he bought so that he wouldn't show up empty handed and headed out.

Feliciano decided that made sense and Ludwig always made more sense between the two of them. He continued to sweep through the kitchen, giving things to the other two to hold, stir, or do very mysterious things. It didn't make a lot of sense beyond food got all over the counter, but good tasting food. Astor trailed after them, licking the mess off the floor. Feliciano had been cooking at top speed, but the other two weren't exactly helping. At this rate, it wouldn't be done on time

They had only two minutes left till whoever would get there when Gilbert decided to speed things along. While the other two had their backs turned, he pulled out a lighter, a bottle of olive oil, and a few other things and started messing around.

Ludwig spent more time cleaning up than he spent helping Feliciano cook. He still didn't understand how I person could make such a huge mess. He helped when he could, but just seemed more in the way with his trying to clean. He turned and noticed Gilbert was doing something. "Bruder. What area you doing?" He asked him.

Matthew got in a taxi and gave the driver the address. He was nervous for the entire ride there. Once he arrived at his destination, he got and and paid the driver. He checked his watch before going up to the door and stopping. After a couple of deep breaths to calm his nerve, he knocked on the door.

"Nothing!" Gilbert jumped with the lighter in his hand. Something sparked and next thing he knew, the pot of pasta he held erupted into flames. He couldn't really say what his plan was in the first place, but it didn't end like this in his head.

"My pasta!" Feliciano shrieked loud enough for even the neighbors to hear. "He killed my pasta!"

Gilbert stared down at the flaming pot before he screamed. "It's on fire!" Not knowing what to do with it, he dumped the pot in the sink for Ludwig to deal with while Feliciano smacked him out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon, clearly not taking his delicious burnt food well. Through all the commotion, no one heard the knock. Gilbert yelped a few nonsensical things ending with, "Fine, if you don't want me here, I'll go!" before he swung the front door open.

Ludwig instantly reacted and put the fire out. Looking at the food, he could tell that only a small portion of it had ended up burned. "It's alright, Feli. See. Its not completely destroyed." he told the Italian, hoping to console him. From what he saw, the meal wasn't completely ruined by the fire. There would still be plenty for everybody. He was so distracted by this, that he didn't even notice that Gilbert had left the room.

Matthew was slightly started by the door suddenly opening. He opened his mouth to say something in greeting, but his voice caught in his throat when he saw who had opened the door. He was really hoping one of the other two would be the one to answer him. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a little squeak.

Gilbert jerked in the doorway when he froze so fast, having to grab the door to stop his forward momentum. He'd nearly run into Matthew before he noticed the other was even there. It took a second more to actually comprehend it. "Oh...you?" He blinked in silence before he turned red. Matthew. It was Matthew and why was he here and what was Gilbert supposed to say to him? He found himself utterly tongue-tied over this strange idea of trying to be someone's friend. "Those two invited you didn't they?" He groaned a bit. "I knew Lud was hiding something. How did he even know?" Gilbert held the door open wide. "Might as well come in.

A wail echoed out of the kitchen as feliciano clung to Ludwig, sobbing over his pasta. "Your brother is such a meanie!"

Gilbert mentally banged his head against the wall. "...it's nothing."

Matthew found himself nodding slightly at Gilbert's first question. But he couldn't bring himself to answer the other. He felt that would be Ludwig's job to explain things to his brother. When the door was opened wider, he hesitantly stepped inside but didn't go very far into the building, feeling awkward.

Ludwig was standing in the kitchen, patting Feliciano gently on the back, trying to comfort him. "I know, I know.. It's going to be ok, Feli." he assured him. He didn't know what to do in this situation. He still wasn't sure what Gilbert had been trying to do in the first place.

Gilbert shuffled his feet, trying to ignore the commotion in the kitchen. He very much wanted to run away and hide in there, but he had a feeling he just got a permanent ban for the night. Without anyone to help him, he realized he had to be nice all by himself. "Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked, lifting his eyes for a moment. He caught sight of the bottle of wine and that put a smile on his face. "Ooh, let me put that on the counter for you. Feli will like that!"

"Do I have to make more pasta now?" Feliciano whined. It wouldn't be enough for twenty people! Although he'd stopped crying, he continued to cling to Ludwig because he really just wanted to. And Ludwig would always try his hardest to comfort him in his own awkward way. "It was really good pasta too!"

Matthew started to shake his head at Gilbert's first question but stopped when he continued talking. "A-Alright." he stuttered, holding out the bottle, his hands shaking. He mentally cursed himself for being so nervous. But he wasn't sure how to act around the albino. Everything he does was a contradiction and it left him confused.

"I'm sure it will be great. And you don't need to make anymore. We still have plenty for everybody here tonight." Ludwig told him. He knew Feliciano wanted to make enough for twenty. But he still thought that would be a waste. Though with Gilbert's actions, some of it was wasted anyway. There was still enough for dinner tonight at least.

Gilbert reached for the bottle and fumbled for a second, nearly dropping it when their fingers brushed. "O-okay I'll be back in a second!" he yelped. Oh god, this would be so much easier if Ludwig hadn't given him that talk a few nights ago. Then he could act like himself, not like some kind of confused idiot. It wasn't supposed to be difficult to act nice. He set the drink somewhere safe and wandered back into the living room where he'd left Matthew. Which is where he stood after opening his mouth a few times and failing to say anything.

Feliciano sighed. "Alright. I just need to add the cheese...a-and the special seasoning!" he exclaiming before spinning off again. He looked happy again as he went back to the food, nearly skipping despite the danger that should have been in a kitchen. He of course had yet to notice their guest already arrived.

Matthew felt a spark run through him the moment his fingers touched Gilbert's when he handed over the bottle. He jerked his hand back and his eyes dropped to the ground. His heart was racing from the brief contact and he didn't notice when the albino left the room or when he returned. He was busy distracting himself by looking around the room. There was a lot you could tell about a person by the way they keep their house. And he wanted to know everything he could about the other.

Ludwig shook his head fondly as he watched Feliciano skip around the room again. He was happy the Italian didn't stay upset about what had happened. He felt the other was best when he had a smile on his face. "Do you need any help?" he asked. He also hadn't noticed their guest had arrived.

Gilbert leaned back against the wall underneath a mantle decorated sparsely with pictures of him and Ludwig. Everything in their little home was neat and ordered, mostly because of Ludwig, but it wasn't like Gilbert didn't share the genes and partook in massive cleaning sprees when he felt like it. He'd been staring at the old pendulum style wooden clock on the far wall, feeling ten times more awkward with each swing. Finally, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I'm sorry if the pasta tastes a little funny! I didn't meant to light it on fire, but I dropped the lighter and the bottle of olive oil and it just went whooosh!" He swept out his hands, imitating the flames.

"Hold," Feliciano said as he put the pasta in Ludwig's hands so that he could grate the cheese on top. Minutes later, they had three platters full of pasta. "And done! Isn't it beautiful?" he asked like they were talking about a piece of art, not dinner.

Matthew jumped when he heard Gilbert suddenly speak again and his eyes darted to the other man. It took a second to comprehend what the albino had said. But even then it didn't make much sense. "... Its ok..." he eventually said, not knowing what else there was to say to that. It just seemed like a really random thing to say.

Ludwig obediently held the pasta when Feliciano put it in his hands. "It looks wonderful, Feli." he told him. And he meant it. Everything Feliciano cooked always looked like a work of art. He went and put the platters on their table and began setting the table. "Can you go get Bruder and see if our guest is here yet?" he asked him, focused on what he was doing.

"Oh...good," Gilbert started to ramble. "Because Feli makes really great pasta even if sometimes he forgets to leave me some because all he wants to do is feed Lud and lord knows what those two are doing in the kitchen now-" He jumped when Feliciano skipped out into the room.

"Look! Gilbert's friend is here too! Eh...when did that happen?" Feliciano paused and tilted his head with a blank expression. For almost a full minute, he forgot why he came into the room. When he remembered, he clapped his hands together. "Dinner is ready!" He made about five extra flourishes with his hands to indicate they needed to go into the other room. Then he was running off again, calling Ludwig's name.

Gilbert cracked up a bit. "I wonder if he knows there's sauce on his face?" Somehow, the energetic Italian eased the atmosphere though.

Matthew couldn't help but think it was slightly cute when Gilbert started rambling. A small part of him was disappointed when Feliciano came into the room. He let out a small laugh at what Gilbert said about the sauce on the Italian's face. "We should probably follow him." he told him. Without waiting for him, he started following the other.

Ludwig turned towards the doorway when he heard Feliciano call for him. "What is it, Feli?" he asked. He noticed the sauce when the other was in front of him and grabbed a napkin before wiping it off for him.