I hate it here. Ever since I got convicted, I've been in this prison and it's been like a nightmare. Everyone is so crooked… They all cheat in cards, there's five checker pieces left and I'm cellmate to Ivan Kolkolkol AKA the Bulgarian Strangler. He's famous for killing hundreds of Bulgarian women.

What's worse is during meal time everyone pushes me into an abandoned room the guards never check anymore (but believe me, the guards don't miss out) and get off on seeing me doing weird stuff like doing pushups in drag. They don't even care if I cry, they enjoy it actually. I'm losing it here. Yet no one cares…

I long to see Ludwig again. He is my greatest treasure. His golden hair, his blue eyes deep like the sea, porcelain skin. He's amazing… and gone. I miss him so bad; I miss him more than I miss pasta! I miss my mama too. I'm beginning to wonder how I'll die in here. It could be 1) the chair or 2) lethal injection or 3) by rope [if I dared]. Oh but no one cares why we robbed the restraint do they? That Gilbert was sick and we couldn't afford the kimo therapy? No one cares about all the trouble I've seen. For my dying wish, I'd kiss Ludwig's lips again. I loved him so much…

*****TEN YEARS LATER*****

Ivan is dead. "See ya later, KOLKOLKOL!" I holler out towards the hallway and the prisoners screech like monkeys in parrots caught in the vines of our jungle. "Catch you on the flipside, biatch!" I giggle to myself ma…ma…ma… it starts with 'ma' for sure…

It's been a loooong time since they used me for 'The Room'. I learned they hated it when I would scream. If I threw a fit, they would lose interest. I think of a song from a movie I saw once, "Heaven, I'm in heaven…"

"HELL, I'M IN HELL!" I bellow to no one in particular and burst into tears. Not cute, quiet ones either. The snotty, gross ones people leave out of those types of movies. I KNOW I miss SOMEONE. I miss them as a thirsty man misses water. I run to the bars of my prison again, "Do you have the keys to this, MOFO?" I cry to a guard coming down the hall, "I want to set this mofo on fire! FIRE!" I collapse on my bed in tears screaming, "I want… I want…" but I don't know. Whom do I want? A man comes over, hugs me tight, and puts his nose in my hair.

"What have they done to you, my poor little Feliciano?"

Everything clicks. There is my love, my want, my water, my Ludwig. "Doitsu!" I hug him back, crushing him and savoring him. I have wished for this day so many times. I laugh and laugh and laugh. I tell him how much I have missed him, how much I love him, how much I ache even though he is right in front of me. My chest still hurts and it will for a very long time. I tell him about 'The Room' and Kolkolkol and my fears. I tell him how beautiful he is and that he smells good. My Ludwig just listens, pets my head, and comforts me. "I missed you so terribly, libeling…" he said planting a kiss on my head. "What happened?" I ask.

"First," he explained, "I vent into a coma for nine years, something about my body being shocked into it or something, I'm not sure. Then it took a year to convince a judge to put me in this specific prison, in this specific cell." I just held him tighter, smiling at his accent. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you something." I mention. "What is it?"

I smile, "Hello. Hello my love, my Doitsu, my beautiful Ludwig. I love you." Ludwig smiled and pressed his forehead to mine, "I love you too, Feliciano…"

FIN!

Author's Note: Oh my ghabshjdvasf! That took WAY too long! I apologize! I would like to thank:

Blarney-Imp

Yaya Romance

Doitsu Luvva

And my amazingly great Beta:

Nutty Nerd

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