Hello! This is a collaboration fanfic with the amazing AmberCanWrite!

Gerita! Ghost AU! With Feliciano Vargas as the adorable little Italian ghost, Gilbert as a phoney Medium who claims to be able to contact spirits, Ludwig as a dog loving nerd and you guys as the readers!

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"Bruder..." Ludwig groaned, the second syllable of the word being dragged out to emphasise his annoyance. "Remind me why I have to go to work with you today?"
Gilbert looked over at him, still not releasing his hold on the younger German's wrist as he led him towards his van. "You wanted to buy a dog, right West? Well for that you need money and to get money, you need a job." The older of the two explained, grinning as he pushed his brother into the van and followed behind him. Sighing, Ludwig made his way over to the seats and lifted a box of his brother's props, putting it down on the floor to make space for himself to sit before resting on the worn fabric of the seat.
Gilbert got into the driver's seat, turning the key in an attempt to start the engine. Nothing happened at first, but after a few moments the familiar revving of the old van started, signalling that the vehicle was ready to be driven. Grinning his usual obnoxious grin, Gilbert began to drive.
The two soon arrived at their destination, and Ludwig climbed out of the van in order to get a better look at it. An old house, left to Gilbert and Ludwig by an old relative that neither brother had heard of. After some research, it was proven that the relative was a cousin of their grandfather, and that information was satisfying enough for the two to cease their prying into the woman's identity. There hadn't been much. Just this large but rundown house and a small amount of money in a currency that either of the brothers had recognised. Ludwig hadn't shown any interest in either of the inheritance gifts, allowing Gilbert to do as he pleased with them. As the blond examined the house, he was taken aback by its imposing size. The windows were dark with grime, their thick layers of filth denying any passerby the leisure of looking inside of the house. Dark lace curtains were barely visible from the outside of the house, but Ludwig's eyesight was far from poor and as a result, he could just make out the dark fabric covering the already dark windows, preventing light from entering the room. The roof, bricks, door and even window frames of the house were dark, and the overgrown grass covering the path that lead up it were a pale yellow, clearly dried out by the sun.
Nobody had watered them in a while, it seemed.
There was a gap between the blades of grass, one that lead up to the house and seemed to have been caused by someone walking through the mess of foliage rather than by being cut out or formed naturally.
"She didn't live here." Gilbert stated, a hand on Ludwig's shoulder. It didn't make the blond jump, but he certainly was startled. The albino continued to speak, a box tucked under his arm while the other arm draped itself over Ludwig's shoulders. "Great-aunt whatever her name was, she lived up in Bonn, I think. Owned the place but never set foot inside. Not even once." Gilbert muttered, looking at the house and turning his head slightly to be able to take in the whole sight.
Ludwig shrugged him off, heading up the path and towards the house. He turned the handle and opened the door, frowning as his brother caught up to him. "You left the door unlocked? I know that you're irresponsible but this is taking the cake, Gilbert!" Ludwig chastised, entering and looking around. "It may not be very useful or attractive but you still own this house and you should take care of it!"
Gilbert nodded, following him inside and unloading his stuff onto one of the tables, emptying the box and sorting through the contents. "Oh, Sorry, West I'll be more careful." He chuckled apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck and going back to the sorting. "Hey, could you bring the other boxes in? We need to sort this stuff out for tonight's show."
Ludwig just nodded, exiting the house and leaving Gilbert alone. '...I know I locked the door...' He thought, sighing. 'I definitely did.'
Ludwig brought the other boxes in, and after an hour or two, they had packed out the necessary props for Gilbert's job. Their first customer arrived at 7PM, a young man. He knocked on the door and was met by Ludwig, who explained the upcoming procedure and took his payment. The man looked at him gratefully and went downstairs. The basement was lit by candles, a round table in the centre of the room and sat at the table was Gilbert. He had his eyes closed, palms resting on the cool surface of the wooden table. Whithout looking up, he greeted the man and instructed him to take a seat. It was then that Gilbert lifted his head and looked at his first customer of the night. Young. Male. IKEA uniform. "Somebody close to you has died." Gilbert stated, looking at his grieving customer. It didn't take a lot to figure out that someone that he loved was dead. After all, people visited mediums for the sole purpose of contacting those that were no longer living. Gilbert Beilschmidt was the best medium around. He might not really be able to contact the dead, but he sure as hell was charismatic enough to wow his customers with repeated lines about the death of a loved one and a few improvised messages from whoever the dead may be. Sure, this was basically a scam, but his heart was in the right place. His job as a medium, not only did it pay well, it gave people hope that there was actually a afterlife. It gave people hope and it gave Gilbert money. It was a win-win situation for everyone, except of course for the poor geezers that had passed away.
Nodding at Gilbert's statement, the man nodded. "Ja. My wife, how did you know?" He asked, his blue eyes narrowed. Gilbert just smiled, looking the man in the eye. "She told me. She's happy that she can say goodbye to you one last time."
His customer frowned, looking at Gilbert with a terrifying expression. "My wife was a man." He explained. At that odd statement, Gilbert paused, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, it's hard to distinguish the uh, the gender of spirits..." He chuckled. "Anyway, your wife is glad that he can say goodbye to you..." The albino glanced at the name tag on his ikea uniform. "...Berwald. Ja he misses you a lot but he's glad that you're ok." Gilbert assured.

The white-haired man continued to scan the one who was sat in front of him. 'Hm… There are tiny hairs on his jacket…'
"Do you happen to have a pet, Berwald?"

"M'm," He simply hummed in agreement. " A'dog. D'd he tell you that, too?"

Gilbert nodded, holding back a smirk. "Of course. Your wife misses the dog as well." He then placed his forefingers on both of his temples, mumbling meaningless syllables to himself.
"Your wife demands to be told about the dog's welfare."

"Hanat'mgo is doin' great. She an'the kids miss Tino a'lot," The man sitting across from him said, his stern expression amending to one of gloom.

'Tino, huh…'
After another minute or two were mumbled away, Gilbert opened his eyes. "Tino is glad to know that everyone is safe and doing well. He misses you a lot and wants you to know he's having a lot of fun up there, in heaven. He loves you all very, very much, and wishes you a long and happy life. Also, Tino doesn't want you to cry or mourn his death- he wants you to be happy and move on with your life. He wants his memory to bring you joy, not sorrow. Please, when you think about him, do not think of his death. Think of how he used to smile when he was still among the living. That is how he'd like to be remembered."
Gilbert smiled. This approach always works.

The costumer turned away, a hand over the glasses he was wearing, and he breathed in deeply. "…Tack så mycket, Herr Beilschmidt."

"U-Uh… Ja, sure, I guess…" Gilbert replied. Receiving a frown from the man in front of him, Gilbert flinched. "I-I-Is something wrong…?"

"D'd he say an'th'ng else…?"

The albino sighed, his fingers back against his temples. "…No. I'm afraid he left. He probably has people to watch over from up there. You. Your children. I assume you better be off…"

The man nodded, standing up. "Thank'you, Soothsayer Gil. I'll take m'leave," he informed, nodding at the ostensible medium and walking out of the house.

The younger of the Germans shook his head after he closed the door behind the costumer. He walked downstairs. "And you truly believe that these lies you tell others make a worthy 'job'?" Ludwig asked, frowning at his brother.

"Don't worry, west! What they don't know can't hurt them right?~" the albino declared, followed by his well-known, peeving laughter. "Kesesesese! We're gonna make so much money today!"

His eyebrow flinching, Ludwig let out a deep sigh of weariness. "Mein Gott…"

The doorbell rang. "7:30's naïve dummkopfs are here," he added and sighed.

"Bring them in. I feel the spirit of their loved one calling to me!" The other German cackled.

'Soothsayer Gil… Can you hear me…?'

Gilbert's eyes widened. "West? Did you say something…?" he inquired, but his brother was already upstairs, tending to the new customers.

'Soothsayer Gil… I know you can hear me… You're a medium, aren't you…?'

"W-WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" Gilbert yelled, aiming a candle at the room's ceiling. "S-Show yourself, you ghostlike phony!"

'I'm no phony, Soothsayer Gil… I'm a real ghost! ...And my loved ones are here to see me!~'

"LALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

'I know you can, Soothsayer Gil…I want to talk to them… Can you make them see me…?'

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Gilbert shouted at nothing in particular, pressing both of his hands to his ears and dropping the candle to the floor by doing so. What was going on?! Ghosts don't exist, do they? Was he going mad?!
Gilbert lay on the floor in an embryonic posture, sucking on his thumb.

"So, is this the butter-licking fucker you wanted me to meet?!" an old man's voice was heard.

"Come on, Lovi, you'll have fun! Besides, you always go on and on about your deceased brother, despite how long ago he had died. Perhaps this medium will manage to let you meet him again!" another voice, much younger, joined the other's, and soon a limping elderly man supported by a walking can and his cheery nurse assistant appeared at the bottom of the stairs, right in front of the panicking Gilbert.
"I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME MR. VARGAS, YOU TOMATO-SUCKING-… Che diavolo?!"

"Go away, demon! Get the fuck outta my house! You're not supposed to exist!" Gilbert screamed, still trembling in his turmoil of terrifying bafflement.

The old man groaned loudly. "Uh, hello?! We're standing right here and waiting for you, fortune-freak!"

Gilbert sat up immediately. He hadn't noticed the two walking in at all. Had they seen him curled up like that on the floor…? How long had they been watching him?
H-How unawesome…
All these questions didn't really matter right now- Gilbert had money to make! ...And people to gladden.
"Yes, indeed, I am the awesome Soothsayer Gil! H-How may I be of service…?" he announced, gesturing to the wooden piece of furnishing with an awkward smile.
"Hang on a sec …Antonio?!"

The senior squinted at his nurse. "A fraud. You took me all this fucking way to see a fraud."

"Lovi, I'm sure he knows what he's doing—"Antonio began saying, but turned around when he heard his name being called. "Gilb-"

Lovino poked his nurse's forehead with his cane before the other could complete his sentence. "Why won't your little Spanish brain understand, Antonio?! MR. VARGAS! Call me Mr. Vargas! I'm not one of your shitty amigos! Don't give me nicknames!"

"But Lovi—"

"MISTER VARGAS!"

Antonio groaned. "Lovino here wants to talk to his younger brother who died fifty years ago. Could you make that happen, Gil? Please?~"

"Porca misera, Antonio!""

'See? I told you they wanted to see me!~…'

"Shut it, phony ghost."

'But I've already told you I'm a real ghost! Why won't you believe me…?'

"Because ghosts don't exist!" he yelled, looking at the ceiling again.

Lovino leaned closer to his companion. "He's a lunatic."

"Lovino, I know him, he isn't insane. Do you want to talk to your brother or not?!" the Spaniard whispered angrily back.

"Well, si, but—"

"That's the only way to do that. So either you wait patiently for the man to pull himself together, or we can go back to the nursing home."

The old man blew his nose, but didn't add another word. The two sat across from the white-haired man, watching him with curiosity blended with concern.

A couple of minutes of ceiling-shouting later, Gilbert finally took his seat. "Is your deceased relative, by any chance, named Feliciano Vargas?"

Both of the customers wore expressions of astonishment.

Gilbert didn't know if he should feel proud or horrified. He met a real ghost. A real ghost had communicated with him.
You know what!? Screw this! Communicating with real ghosts! Awesome!
"Well, your relative told me he followed you here, and will be using me as the bridge between our life and the afterlife!" the albino said, excitement lingering in his tone.

"Isn't that what a medium normally does…?"

"Ja! Ja it is!~"

'Soothsayer Gilbert...' the albino looked up, listening to the voice. 'Please let me talk to my brother! Tell him that I miss him~!'
Gilbert winced, looking around before glancing back at his two customers. He cleared his throat and held his hands out for them to take. Antonio complied happily, placing his hand in Gilbert's paler one. However it took a lot of prodding from the nurse before Lovino held onto the medium's hand, and once everyone was connected by the act of hand-holding, Gilbert began to hum quietly. "S-Show yourself, spirit! Tell us your name!" The German demanded, eyes closed.
Feliciano's answer came quickly, the disembodied voice sounding confused and insisting that he had already told Gilbert his name.
"Ja I know, just do it anyway!" Was Gilbert's reply.

'Feliciano Vargas. I'm Italian~!' The ghost told him, and Gilbert was sure that he'd heard a giggle afterwards. "...Mr. Vargas, Toni, we are in the presence of an Italian spirit by the name of Feliciano Vargas. And he wishes to speak with..." He looked up, meeting Lovino's eye before nodding in his direction. "You."
The old Italian glared at him, his frown emphasising the creases in his skin. "I didn't fucking ask for his nationality, this idiot brought me here to speak to my Goddamn Fratello so either let him possess your body or quit yapping and start 'acting as a bridge between the dead and the freaking living' already!"

Antonio smiled at Gilbert. "He's grouchy because it's a Monday." The spaniard explained, turning to smile comfortingly at the elderly Italian.

"Don't fucking smile at me, dumbass!" The man hissed, narrowing his eyes at his nurse before looking back at Gilbert. "If Feli is really here then tell me what he looks like."

Antonio looked at his friend expectantly, while Lovino examined the German with a skeptical expression. Nodding and laughing nervously, Gilbert bowed his head and closed his eyes. "Show yourself to us, Feliciano! Or just me, so that I may prove to this non-believer that you exist by telling him of your appearance!" He called out to the spirit, waiting patiently for a reply. After a few moments of Lovino and his nurse watching him, Gilbert called out again. "...Feliciano, show yourself to me...uh, please..."
Still receiving no response from the ghost, Gilbert opened his eyes and looked around the room, trying his best to avoid the annoyed look that Lovino had aimed in his direction.

'Ve~ there's a nice guy upstairs!' Feliciano told Gilbert, returning to the basement.
Gilbert jumped, looking around. "That's great, Feliciano Vargas. Great to have you back. Could you show yourself to me now?" Gilbert asked, sighing quietly. After a few moments of silence and Antonio looking to the elderly man in his care with a whisper of 'I told you that he wasn't a fraud', Gilbert noticed the outline of a man appearing behind Lovino. The outline soon began to fill itself in, and only thirty seconds had passed before the grey figure of Feliciano Vargas had appeared. Gilbert stared at it for a moment. "...kind of short...weird curl thing...smile, closed eyes-" he described the apparition in front of him slowly, his hands trembling. "Is that enough?" He asked, casting his gaze away from the humming ghost and at Feliciano's older brother.

"…"
The Italian began hitting Antonio's head with his cane once more. "You showed him a picture of my fratello before we got here, didn't you, tomato ass-fucker!? If I were any younger, I would head-butt your sorry little stomach!"

Antonio rolled his eyes, disregarding the Italian's comment by smiling at Gilbert. "I guess that's a yes."

A broad grin stretched across Gilbert's features. Jackpot!
"Oh, Feliciano Vargas, the mighty Italian spirit from the afterlife, what else have you to say to us?"

'Can I meet the guy upstairs too?' Feliciano asked, now kneeling and holding both of his hands up and pressed against each other in a gesture of plea.

"Ja, Ja, but let's finish here first," the albino replied, nodding at the two in front of him.

'Va bene!~' he replied, floating above the table.'What do they want to know?'

"Feliciano Vargas demands—"

"Would you stop calling him that!? His name is Feliciano, you fucking piece of jerky potato." Lovino muttered, his skeptical gaze still fixed on Gilbert.

"Uh… Okay…" Gilbert answered, taken aback by the odd cuss. "Feliciano demands to be provided with subjects of which he will discuss!"

"What the fuck?! Feliciano doesn't talk like that!" Lovino protested, pointing at Gilbert using his cane. "Give me my money back!"

Gilbert slapped his forehead. "…He asked you what you want to know …The whole rephrasing thing is just for show," he replied, and Feliciano giggled quietly. 'That's my fratellone~'

"Well, your 'fratellone' sucks," was Gilbert's quiet reply.

"…Let's just get this over with," the grumpy Italian mumbled, sitting back and crossing his arms.

"Sit up straight, Lovi. You don't want to get a hunched back."

"Pfft, whatever, stupid Spaniard, I'm gonna die soon anyway," the senior replied, receiving a 'don't you dare say that' glare from Antonio, yet did as he was told.
"…I want to know h-how he's doing."

'I'm doing great! I've been haunting houses for a while now, and just waiting around~ sometimes a cat sees me! Kitties are so cute...Ve~'

And Gilbert repeated his sayings, his eyes closed and his arms held up, raising the others' arms by doing so.

"That's… Good. Uh, has he seen Nonno in a while? Can… Can he tell him I m-miss him…?" Lovino continued, looking aside.

'Well, not really. I think nonno got bored and decided to get reincarnated. But I'm still here, having lots of fun, so I think I'm going to stick around for a while!'

Lovino nodded his head." A-And what about your…" the elderly Italian was about to say, but reconsidered and shook his head. "Never mind. I'm… I'm g-glad you're enjoying yourself. I… I miss you very much, you bastard."

Feliciano giggled, hugging his brother tightly albeit knowing he won't feel anything. 'I miss you too, fratellone…'

Gilbert sighed, smiling to himself. 'This really is sad…'
"He's hugging you right now and he said he misses you too."

Lovino looked down and swallowed, closing his eyes shut. "Let's get outta here, tomato creep."

Antonio cocked his head. "Isn't there anything else—"

"OUT!" he yelled, getting up and walking up the stairs.

"Wouldn't you like to thank the kind medium first, Lovino?"

The other halted,considering Antonio's offer. He turned around, glaring at the medium. "Grazie mille for the pain, fortune freak," he muttered before leaving the basement.

Antonio shook his head. "D-Don't mind him. It's just… He's not used to being emotional."

The sound of something being shattered to pieces was heard from upstairs, and a curse in Italian followed.
Both of the men rushed upstairs.

"Lovino! Lovino, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Antonio called, stopping the Italian just before his cane hit another vase. He grasped both of the old man's wrists, keeping his hands down and looking into his eyes. "Gilbert was only trying to help you communicate with your brother. There's no need for you to act like that."
When the other turned his gaze away, Antonio let go of one hand and held the other. "Mucho gracias for the help, Gilbert. Sorry about the vase. We'll send you some money by mail to pay for it," he said, ignoring the Italian's displeased groans.

"Eh, it's fine, we inherited that vase. Let's just hope our dead great-aunt won't come back from the dead and start haunting us because of that," Gilbert said, "But even if she does- the awesome Soothsayer Gil is sure to shoo her away!~"

'Ciao, fratellone! Come visit again~' Feliciano said, embracing his brother anew.

"Feliciano says 'ciao'."

Lovino groaned louder while Antonio bid his goodbye, and the two were soon out of the rundown house.

Re-entering the lobby with a dust-pan and brush, Ludwig frowned at the mess that the smashed vase had caused and knelt down to start clearing it up. "Did they realise that you're a fraud, Gilbert?" He asked, lifting his head to narrow his eyes at his brother.

The older German smirked, shaking his head with pride. "I'm not a fraud, and here's the proof!" He gestured in Feliciano's direction, the ghost looking at Ludwig nervously and waving. 'He can see me too~?!' He asked, his translucent expression brightening up. However Ludwig looked in the direction that Gilbert was insisting that he look, staring right through the Italian and sighing. "Right. And I suppose there's an invisible ghost there that only you can see." The blond replied, shaking his head and going back to his work.
Feliciano felt his heart sink a little.

Well how was it? Be sure to leave a review please it would be great if you could! And for all you Sufin lovers out there, yeah Tino is dead I apologise about that! I love the frick out of Sufin too but somebody had to die so...

Stay tuned for chapter two~!