Gilbert trailed behind, cursing himself to Germany and back in his head. He was definitely doing even worse than before at making friends. But how was he supposed to say he wanted to be one after saying he didn't, like five times? "Where are we going to put the leftovers!?" he exclaimed when he saw the food set on the table. Even though he helped make it, sorta, it didn't look like that much in the pots. He grumbled under his breath before kicking back a chair and sitting. He had to ignore Feliciano and his brother in the corner of the room.

Feliciano whined when Ludwig wiped his face, making a confused noise until he saw the mess left on the napkin. "Eh, you're supposed to lick it off! You're wasting good sauce!" he exclaiming before skipping off to sit at the table like he said nothing at all.

Matthew took a seat at the table as well, his eyes glancing at Feliciano and Ludwig. When he heard what the Italian had said, he blushed from the words and his eyes dropped to the table. The smell of the food was making his stomach growl, so he was hoping it would be good. That would at least make up for the awkward night this was surely to be.

Ludwig's face flushed at the other's words. "I am not going to do that!" He exclaimed. Sure, he maybe would have done it if they were alone. Maybe. That's a huge maybe. But most certainly not while his brother and a guest were here. He followed the other to the table but didn't sit down quite yet. "Can I get everybody something to drink?" he asked, still embarrassed.

"Um.. I had brought a bottle of wine.. But I don't know what Gilbert did with it..." Matthew told him, eyes still down.

Gilbert smirked a little seeing Ludwig turn red. That was Feliciano's best trait--the fact that he could get his adorable little brother to blush. Those two were such tards, though embarrassing ones he didn't want to be trapped with. At least he didn't have to be the third wheel alone, even if it was with Matthew.

Feliciano didn't seem to get that he'd done something out of place, never one to care what he did in front of who. His eyes seemed to say 'next time' though. Next time he'd get Ludwig to lick the sauce away. At the mention of wine, he let out a not so little happy noise. "Pour me a glass!"

Gilbert made a face. "...Fine. Me too." While Ludwig got the drinks, he started spooning the food out onto everyone's plates.

Ludwig grabbed four glasses and the bottle of wine. After opening it, he poured some into each glass before setting the bottle on the counter. He set a glass in front of everybody before taking his seat.

Matthew muttered a quiet thank you when Ludwig put a glass in front of him. He instantly grabbed it and downed half off it, hoping the alcohol would help him relax and make things less awkward. "... Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Feliciano.." he eventually muttered to the Italian.

Feliciano downed a good amount of wine in one gulp too and set it down with a goofy smile. "You're really welcome! Any friend of Gil's is a friend of mine!" Never mind that this was the first friend he met and Gilbert insisted that Matthew wasn't one either. That fact never seemed to filter down to him.

Gilbert groaned and dropped his head into his hand, but he didn't correct Feliciano mostly because it wouldn't be worth it and he was trying to befriend Matthew. "Yeah, it's great when guests invite other random guests into my home," he muttered before he took a bite and just about swooned. "Oh my god, this is the shiz!"

"I'm the one who invited him, bruder." Ludwig told him. Sure, it had been Feliciano to invite Matthew. But he felt that his brother was being rude about it. Plus this was something he wanted to happen anyway. The Italian just said what he couldn't at the time. He took a bite of the food as well. "It really is delicious, Feli." he informed him.

Matthew just nodded slightly at what Feliciano said, not knowing how to disagree. He felt saying that they weren't friends again would be ruin. Though he was getting the feeling that Gilbert didn't want him there. He ate some of the food, pleasantly surprised by the taste. "It's really good!" he exclaimed.

"Really?" Feliciano exclaimed with a grin. "I wanted to make it for much more people, but Ludwig said that was silly! I'm so happy it came out well!" He slurped up a noddle and savored the taste. He really had created art. He definitely needed to take some home too so maybe even his brother would smile. Though it wasn't quite making all the people at this table smile.

Gilbert sent both Feliciano and his brother a sulky glare. It was both of their faults for sure and he couldn't be sure if this was good or bad. He just knew that when he felt put out of place and defensive, he got snippy about it. "Whatever," he muttered, lowering his eyes again. "I don't really care what you do." He picked at his pasta, murdering it with his fork instead of enjoying the good taste.

"You did a wonderful job, Feli. As always." Ludwig told him, giving the man a smile. He ate slowly, enjoying the flavor of the food. He gave a small glare towards his brother, giving him a look that told him he needed to behave and not be rude when they had a guest over.

Matthew ate quietly and slowly. This was some of the best pasta he'd ever had. But it didn't change the fact that he felt extremely out of place here and he had no idea what story say.

Gilbert sent his brother a look back, trying to say this was his fault in the first place. He was pretty sure this conversation would change into something more easy if he left too. He clearly created the issues here. "This wine...isn't bad," he conceded, never one to like wine in the first place. "You didn't have to bring anything."

Feliciano seemed immune to the awkwardness at the table. "Vee, but wine goes great with pasta! Way better than beer! Eh..." he glanced over at Ludwig and then Gilbert. "Not that there's anything wrong with beer...ehehe. But everything tastes better with friends!"

"I know I didn't have to... But I was taught it was always polite to bring something with you when you're invited to dinner." Matthew explained. He grabbed his glass and drank what was left in it, still feeling nervous. He felt like his presence was what was making everything uncomfortable.

Ludwig looked between everybody while he ate. He could tell that Gilbert and Matthew were tense around each other, even if he didn't know why. He thought for a moment. "So... Bruder.... How did you two meet?" he asked, curious if they had met at the shelter or somewhere else.

Gilbert felt miffed at the mention of politeness as if it were a personal jab, though Matthew probably didn't mean it to be. He'd just been about to grumble something when Ludwig asked his question. "Oh...at my job actually. He was there and I was there and it's nothing special really..." He glanced at Matthew, looking just a little desperate. He didn't want to say the truth of how he'd caught then other male's attention.

Feliciano hummed, trying his best to understand. "Then are you coworkers...?" He remembered vaguely that Ludwig said Gilbert said he worked as a night security guard.

Matthew glanced at Gilbert and he could tell that he didn't want to say where exactly they had met. Though it wasn't really lying when the albino said they had met at his work. He shook his head at Feliciano's question. "No.. We don't work together. Just happened to run into each other one night." he said. He was reminded of the time he literally tripped over the other.

Ludwig looked between the two of them. He could tell they were hiding something. And he didn't like not knowing. But he knew asking questions wasn't going to get him anywhere. What he would have to do is follow Gilbert one night on his way to work to see what's up.

Gilbert forgot about the incident on campus until then and it left him coughing, turning a little red. That hadn't been one of his finer moments in life. "Ah, you go to the same school as Lud, right? My lil bro is so smart! He's going to graduate at the top of his class I bet! He's everything, cute and smart!" he exclaimed with a far more natural air, forgetting his awkwardness as he crowed about his brother.

"Vee..." Feliciano agreed, staring right at Ludwig. He twirled some pasta around his fork with a dreamy expression. "Ludsy is the best!"

Ludwig's face flushed at the attention. Both from his brother and from Feliciano. Though it seemed more embarrassing coming from Feli; especially with the look he had on his face. "So.. Matthew.. What are you getting your degree in?" He asked, hoping to redirect the attention away from himself.

"Me? I'm studying veterinary medicine." Matthew told them.

"You must really like animals huh? I'm surprised Astor isn't crawling into your lap right now," Gilbert snorted. That didn't like like a bad field of study though considering he couldn't wrap his head around studying anything. He stared at his food and realized he'd eaten barely anything and started eating again.

Feliciano stared at Ludwig for a few extra seconds before he ate his bite and turned his attention back to animals. "So cute! Can I come visit you at school? I visit Ludwig all the time, even when he tells me not to! I wanna see little kitties too!" He put on an extra pout that made his plea almost irresistible.

Ludwig looked around for Astor at Gilbert's words. The dog was sitting by his chair, silently begging for food. No matter how cute it was, he was not going to give in. Not after he already told Feliciano that the dog wasn't allowed to have pasta. He'd just have to make it up to him somehow. He'd figure something out. So instead of looking at the sad face, he focused on his food. "I only tell you not to because you always interrupt in the middle of my classes." he told him. He didn't mind when Feli came to visit him. He just wished it wasn't when he was literally in class at the moment.

Matthew tried to resist giving in to Feliciano. But he knew that he couldn't. "Of course you can come visit. As long as you promise not to be disruptive." he told him, keeping in mind what Ludwig just said. He didn't mind if the Italian came to visit. Not many people do come see him at school. Well, really its just Alfred who comes. Though he sees his friends at the school, so that's fine.

"But you get hungry in class..." Feliciano whined. He only wanted to share, well, anything he discovered in the course of a day. Or sometimes he wanted help or Lovino was mean to him, and he'd run off to find Ludwig. He had an uncanny sense of always knowing where the other man was. He turned his smile back to Matthew. "Yay! I'll come visit you tomorrow then!"

Gilbert opened his mouth and closed it a few times, not sure how or if he should join the conversation. He did have one thing to point out though. "....Tomorrow is Sunday. You should bring everyone the left over pasta on Monday ya know." Lord knew there would be left overs. He didn't really mind if Feliciano went and visited everyone else. He's probably be sleeping anyway.

"That sounds great, Feliciano." Matthew told him, giving him a smile. At least that was something to look forward to. The Italian was just so easy to talk to. He wished it were that easy with Gilbert. He still had no idea what to say to him.

"I don't think there would be enough for everybody he knows." Ludwig pointed out. Feliciano knew a lot of people after all. Plus the Italian ate a lot, as did his brother, so if he took the leftovers home, he wasn't sure how much would be left by Monday.

Gilbert laughed a little. "Ah yeah...he's got more friends and family than all of us combined I think." He didn't doubt that some pasta would find its way onto campus though, at least enough for Ludwig. The Italian seemed to have taken a liking to Matthew too, so who knew. There would probably be some in the fridge for Gilbert to reheat tomorrow if he was lucky. He look over at Matthew again with a sigh. Even if he tried, he couldn't make friends like Feliciano.

The little Italian furrowed his brows. "...Does that mean I need to make more pasta? I told you I wanted to make enough for everyone!" He devolved into mumbling, counting off all his friends on his fingers. If he brought some to school for one person, he had to bring some for all his friends.

"I'm sure there will be enough for everybody." Ludwig assured him. That may or may not be true. He wasn't completely sure. It really depended on how much was left at the end of dinner. From the way it was looking so far, it seemed like it would be enough. So that was a good thing.

".. Would you need any help cooking?" Matthew asked, wanting to be nice. He liked cooking anyway and he heard cooking with a friend was better. None of his friends liked it and Alfred definitely didn't. So it was something he never gotten the chance to do before.

"For sure..." Gilbert muttered with another sigh. He hadn't even finished eating one plate of the stuff no matter how delicious it was. He downed the rest of his wine with a wince and pushed back his chair. "Anyone want more to drink?" No matter what Feliciano said though, beer would definitely be better. Would it be considered rude to start drinking some now?

Feliciano's smile grew to new levels. "I always love help! Do you know how to cook? Like pasta and rigatoni, and ziti, and linguini?" he asked, naming pasta and various pastas like they weren't connected. "Ludsy is lots of help. And....Gilbert." But it was obvious he hesitated naming the older brother and his smile fell some for a second. The pale man disappeared into the kitchen with that, using the wine as an excuse.

Matthew nodded to Gilbert's question, indicating he would like more wine. But he kept his focus on Feliciano. "Of course I know how to cook. I've made regular pasta and sauce. But other than that, no. I normally cook different foods." he told him. Like pancakes. Mmmm, pancakes. He made a mental note to make some tomorrow when he woke up.

"Could you bring me a beer, bruder?" Ludwig asked, having barely touched the wine. It really wasn't his favorite. He discretely poured what was in his glass into Feliciano's while the Italian was distracted by talking to Matthew.

Gilbert opened the fridge and grabbed some beers, muttering to himself the entire time. "Just ask him if he wants to be your friend, moron. Just say hey, like...no that's totally lame. Or...or...scheisse! How do people do this?!" He snatched up the wine bottle as well and dumped the drinks in the center of the table. "A-awesome right?" He sat down hard.

Feliciano continued talking about food the entire time, asking about everything from favorite pasta dish to spatula brand to what Matthew liked to cook, all without giving the other a chance to respond. "And that's why alfredo is the best!" he ended a roundabout tale with. He gulped down his wine, not noticing that its volume increased.

Ludwig watched Feliciano talk, slightly amused but he had a fond look on his face. He was past being used to how much the other could talk. He looked over to Gilbert when he came into the room. "What's awesome? He asked, grabbing a beer and taking a drink. This was definitely better than wine in his opinion.

Matthew listened to Feliciano talk, an amazed look on his face. Sure Alfred talked a lot. But this was on a whole other level. He tried to interject, but there was no opening for him to speak. "Alright?" His said, unsure about was going on.

"Um...alcohol?" Gilbert answered, not sure he had something specific to call awesome. He popped open his beer and took a long drink. It really did taste better. He shook his head, having caught some of Feliciano's chatter and even worse, the silly way Ludwig had been looking at him. Leaning over, he whispered to the slightly befuddled looking Matthew. "Don't worry, he's like this with everyone he likes," Gilbert whispered. He didn't bother explaining that Feliciano liked everyone.

Coming up for air, Feliciano looked around the table. "When did the wine bottle get here?" he asked and reached for it to pour himself even more. "Eh? And there's still so much food! Why aren't you all eating?!"