„Run!" whispered Ludwig close to his ear shortly before a fist collided with the blond's face.
Feliciano didn't hesitate one second and he did the only thing he could.
He ran faster than he had imagined he was able to to run.
Away from the bellowing voices of the attackers, away from Ludwig who was as trying his best to keep their attention on him and not on his fleeing friend and away from the cracking sound when the blond's skull met the shining black cobbled of the rainy street.
He didn't stop running until he reached the headmaster's office of his school, screaming crying and smearing tears and snot on headmaster Roma's Italian designer suit eager to tell him that his best friend needed help.
World's school for the gifted was a prestigious school founded by the United Nations after the big war to make sure that, regardless of the Nationality, gifted young people would be able to develop their full potential and at the same time make sure they network with each other to make sure there wasn't hatred between the elites of different nations.
Feliciano still didn't understand how he ended up being accepted.
It wasn't the first time one of students were a victim of ,someone who wanted to abuse the power that can with a child genius, but until now the school's security system always made it always possible to keep them unharmed. The security head was an old gruff guy with a sun-kissed, scar-covered face...Feliciano was a bit scared of him, but he was very good in his job to keep the kids safe. Until now.
Feliciano watched silently how Mr. Cohen was rubbing his eyes in frustration. He was a tired probably he hasn't slept since his ward has gone missing. They've searched every bit of town the last two days trying to track Ludwig's kidnappers, but 'til now neither him nor any of the guards under his command has found even a hair of the young boy.
He had the Feliciano tell him three times where they were when the attack happened and what exactly the attackers said before Feliciano escaped. Sadly the Italian boy, while he did his best to remember, couldn't give him any hint on his friends location.
Mr Cohen bowed over the map of the city, scratching his scraggy red beard deep in thoughts, and Feliciano was pretty sure the man had forgotten about him being in the room, when a sudden knock at the door startled both of them.
A moment later Mr Cohen's second in command set down a plate with buttered dark bread and a mug with black coffee on the desk and gave his boss a harsh pat on the shoulder. Feliciano forgot about Ludwig for a moment, observing the quiet conversation between the two men, that worked far too long with each other, to bother with many words.
"fount anyding?" grunted the man with a deep German accent, leaning over his boss's shoulder to examine the map, his grayish-blond hair flowing softly over the silver-dark tousled hair of the other.
"Hate it." muttered Cohen without looking up from the map. Feliciano was a bit puzzled but the old blond man seemed to know was his boss were talking about and hummed deeply in acknowledgment before giving him a second pat and stand tall again.
"De boy has older brodders." he said turning and leaning against the desk. "Dey vere inform't...vill come as soon as possible." He said silently and to Feliciano it seemed like the head of Security Service hunched over the map a bit more, frowardly trying to hide the pain that was written over his face.
"'S not de war anymore." Mr. Theuderich muttered, looking out of the window as if the cloudless sky and a gray shadow sliped of his face for a moment before he managed to will the hurt in his eyes away again blinking stubbornly."Neet ta take care of yaself, olt man. Von't help anyone ven you overvork yaself." he grunted and made his way to the door. "hey! Kit, come vid me." he ordered Feliciano to follow him and the Italian boy closed the door behind Cohen was busy trying to find the missing student, someone had to make sure the rest of school was safe and this was Mr. Theudebert's job.
Feliciano shivered slightly, he felt like he had just woken up from nightmare.
"'S oké." said that Mr Theudebert and shoved a strand of graying blond hair behind his ear roughly.
"Cohen's a goot guy. He kno's vat he's doink... He'll fint ya frient." A crooked grimace reminded a little bit of a smile later the man left to go back to patrolling the school grounds.
Feliciano made his way back to his classroom, managing to smile when he saw his twin brother welcoming him with a worried look on his face. "That face doesn't fit you, Romano!" he tried to sound cheerful and sat down beside him and was just about to start a friendly chat to drown out the eerie mood in the room,when a fist suddenly found the way in his hair and yanked him upwards.
A few centimeters in front of him was the furious face of Gilbert, the youngest of Ludwig's older brothers. Feliciano knew him well because he just left the school a year ago and until then the unlike brothers were basically joined at their hip.
If Ludwig was around, you could be sure that sooner or later his older brother would show himself and when you saw Gilbert causing mischief somewhere, you could count on it that not 2 minutes later there as Ludwig to scold him about it.
"You f*cking traitor!" roared Gilbert shaking him, the red eyes bloodshot from anger, lack of sleep and worry.
"You left my brother behind!" Feliciano winced when the Albino lifted his fist to hit him, closing his eyes waiting for the impact...but there was no hit.
When Feliciano opened his eyes carefully he saw his French teacher wrestling the raging young man to the ground. "Putain the merde! Stop this!" the teacher shouted while he tried to calm Gilbert down.
Feliciano felt the assuring hand of his twinbrother on his back when he warily straightened his back.
"I didn't want to." he wimpered."He said that I should run."
"OF COURSE HE SAID THAT, du dämlicher, verdammter Scheißkerl!" screamed Gilbert brimming over with a tirade of German curses.
"Because he's a fuck*ing friend! He's loyal! He wanted to f*cking protect you sorry excuse of a friend!" he shouted hoarsly and just breathed in for a second explosion of cursing, when a sharp but quiet "Gilbert!" made him fall silent.
Feliciano turned towards the voice.
"This won't solve anything." said a blond guy and his hooded green eyes sparkled dangerously. Feliciano didn't know him, but just by looking at the sharp face, the eyebrows kissing above the straight, thin nose and the high cheekbones there as no way to denying that this must be another brother of Ludwig. Leaning against the door frame and in calm anger mustering the scene before him the man sighed "we've got more important things to deal with right. Let's go talk to the Security Head."
A moment later Gilbert managed to break free. Brushing his shoulder violently against Feliciano's and shoving him roughly to the side when he rushed behind his brother shouting at him to wait. Angry shouts in Berlin dialect and calm Saxon replies got quieter in the distance.
Feliciano sank down on his chair buried head his face in his arms.
"testa di cazzo." muttered his brother gruffly and he heard the chair legs scrape over the floor when Romano sat down, placing his feet on his desk with dull "flump".
"As if it would have helped that idiot when when you were kidnapped too." Romano had crossed his are and grinned grimly when Feliciano looked up. "You've done hat you could by running away and making sure to call for help as fast as possible."
"Oui." agreed their French teacher with a smile and ruffled through the Italians hair before making his way to the front of the room to start with the lesson.
"Don't feel guilty about that. It's not your fault."