Everybody Talks (2)

Romano grabbed his keys and checked to make sure that his phone was in his front pocket. Satisfied, he made his way to the door only to have two tanned arms loop around his waist and pull him back.
"Bastardo! What are you doing?" He tugged his Spanish boyfriend's arms in vain, the grip only growing tighter. Antonio nuzzled Romano's neck and finally released him only after a string of curses.
"Giving you your goodbye hug, Roma! I won't be home until late, and so I thought I'd miss my little tomato~"
The Italian brushed himself off and turned to glare at his lover/friend/boyfriend. "Why aren't you going to be back?" Although Antonio technically shared a dorm with Francis and, as of late, Ludwig, he quite often slept over at the apartment Romano and his brother, Feliciano, rented out.
"Haven't you heard? Ludwig's moving into _____'s apartment! I offered to help him move after my classes."
Oh this was certainly interesting.
"Really? Why?" Romano asked nonchalantly. He was totally not a gossiper. Not at all. He was just curious. Yeah, that was it.
Antonio's eyebrows furrowed as he thought about the situation for a moment. He really had no idea why Ludwig would want to leave, now that he actually stopped to think about it. He and Francis were excellent roommates and Antonio even brought the uptight German tomatoes from the community garden almost daily! That and large amounts of smuggled wine and tequila, of which he and Francis readily partook in with or without the German. No, it certainly couldn't have been the company that had driven Ludwig into leaving.
As the Spaniard analyzed Ludwig's departure he absentmindedly stroked and poked his lover's cheek, to the point where the dirty mouthed Italian was sputtering insults and curses without pause for breath. His little tomate was so cute! If only he could live with him.... That was it!
"Oi! Our amigo, Ludwig, must be en amor! With _______!"
"Really?!" The Italian shed all irritation at his cheek being violated with this new conclusion. "So are they dating?"
"No..." Antonio was almost sure he would know if such a thing happened to occur. He was best friends with the younger boy's brother. Another hypothesis presented itself. "Ludwig and _______ must be secretly seeing each other! And this is just a clever disguise so that they can be closer!"
At this point in time it just so happened that a particular Frenchman was partaking in the walk of shame back to his dorm room. He also just so happened to have given his key to his useless roommate before going out drinking the night before, forcing him to take a detour to the apartments just outside of campus, where he JUST SO HAPPENED to overhear a conversation through the paper thin walls. Thoroughly pleased with himself, and deciding against going immediately back to his room, Francis Bonnefoy whistled as he ambled to the canteen where he was certain he'd find a friend of his during the breakfast rush. But he of course had something much more delicious to share than pancakes.
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"Finished!" you announced, wiping the sweat off your brow with a rag. You had just finished cleaning your apartment from bathroom to foyer, Ludwig style, in preparation for your new roommate. As you had labored, the boys (consisting of Antonio, Ludwig, Gilbert, and Alfred) were hauling in Ludwig's things via neatly packaged cardboard boxes. It wasn't a lot, dorm life doesn't really allow for many amenities, but the two of you had gone shopping for furniture earlier in the day so that his room wouldn't look so bare. Gilbert had been in charge of assembling aforementioned furniture but he had promptly given up so you and Ludwig managed it by yourselves while the idiotic albino helped the other three. Setting it all up had taken forever and then you had started cleaning amidst the unpacking of the boxes.
Eventually the last box was carried in and emptied and you celebrated by serving everyone a healthy college meal consisting of ramen, cheetos, Coca Cola, and smuggled beer.
"You need more wurst in your diet," Ludwig commented, tipping back the last of what must have been is third or fourth can of beer. You laughed, slightly tipsy yourself, and proposed, "I guess you'll have to fix that then, right Luddy?" He blushed slightly at the innuendo, but you punched him in the arm casually.
"Kidding, kidding!" you promised, handing him another can. "But seriously, if you're offering to cook I'm so game."
Antonio watched the two of you as inconspicuously as he could manage, a smirk playing on his lips the entire time. Every action the two of you made, every shared snarky comment, only furthered in belief that this was indeed a romantic relationship. Although they were doing an awful job of hiding it; he might have to take them aside later and explain how to properly rendezvous with one's lover. Which brought the sudden question, were they behaving properly? Did they know how to act as lovers did? Were they protected?
No, Antonio decided, they very likely may not be. They were both still young and needed guidance on these things! Guidance he wasn't willing to give. He would have to talk to Alfred and Gilbert and leave it to those two to help the young couple along.