A/N: I am still continuing 'Get Well soon' but since thats almost finished I've decided to jump right it with a new one.
"Wake up." A soft female voice cooed in the Italians ear. "Wake up~!" Feliciano slowly opened his eyes, his body felt stiff and weighed down as if he'd been drugged. Though that seemed a little far fetched to him, since the last thing he remembered was laying down for his three o'clock siesta.
However he wasn't frightened at all by the sight which greeted him as he woke. A dozen or so pretty ladies and a table filled with all his favourite food. "Ciao pretty ladies, is this all for me?" His face was already lit up with glee, saliva pooling in to his mouth with the anticipation of eating.
"Yes Feliciano, all for you." The same female voice said. She was a dark skinned slither of a being, with soft caring eyes and a gentle smile. Feliciano wanted to reach out and stroke her braided hair but instead turned his attention to the table. He took a seat, though the seats seemed a little too tall for the table and elevated him slightly above it.
The girls around him paid no attention, they talked to themselves and seemed occupied with sheets of paper and equipment. "Pretty lady, what is all this stuff for?" Feliciano asks after swallowing a mouthful of food.
The woman who had spoken to him smiles wide, showing off sparkling white teeth. "It's to get you ready, give you energy and finalize preparations."
"Preparations for what?" Feliciano asks curiously, a forkful of spaghetti half way to his mouth.
"You'll see." She giggles mysteriously.
The women start to move out of the room through a pink painted door and the Italian starts to shovel down food, in case he's about to be asked to move on and leave his banquet behind.
"It's fine Feliciano, you stay here, our boss wants to talk with you." His companion says and then she too leaves.
Feliciano looks down at his food and suddenly starts to feel lonely, even with pasta for comfort.
"Are you enjoying your meal?"
Feliciano jumps half a mile in the air and looks around wildly, his appetite leaving as fear creeps down his spine and through his veins. Though a strong male voice had spoken, there was no one in the room.
"Uh…s-si Mister Voice." The Italian shivered, hands clinging to the side of the table.
"Good. Now, why don't we play a little game?" The voice asks. Immediately Feliciano starts to scream, working himself up in to tears as he so often did.
"Oh God I'm in one of those Saw movie things aren't I and now you're going to tell me that the food was poisoned and I'll have to do something really horrible and painful in order to get the antidote even though I'll probably die of blood loss anyway!" He screams out without so much as taking a breathe.
"What? No, not at all."
"Really?" Feliciano stops screaming and smiles brightly again. "Oh I'm so happy! So what kind of game do you want to play Mister Voice?"
"Call me The Game master."
Feliciano gasped. "Are you Captain N?"
"What- what's wrong with you? Just call me The Game Master and listen up." The voice sounded irritated and whoever it belonged to was no doubt frowning at this moment.
Feliciano giggled a little through his nerves and went back to eating. Now he felt he had nothing to fear, his appetite had returned.
"I've captured Ludwig." The Game Master proudly declares.
Feliciano drops his fork. Ludwig? Captured? A sick feeling enters his stomach and his appetite vanished for good (for now at least). "You're lying, Ludwig wouldn't let himself get captured…"
"Lying am I?"
One of the panels in the wall of glass turns out to be a television screen but the image it shows Feliciano is so horrific that he once more bursts in to tears. It was Ludwig allright, the German's arms were tied via thick chains to the walls behind him, forcefully raising them up above his beat up face.
He was wearing no shirt, which gave Feliciano a perfect view of the mess that used to be the Germans chest and now was nothing more than a bloody mess of flesh that had been whipped almost clean away from the bones.
"Give him back!" Feliciano stood up, knocking the table over accidentally with his knees, though it may have looked like an act of anger and defiance. "Give Ludwig back!"
"It's up to you to get him back this time Feliciano. And that's where the game comes in." The Game Master says, his voice now cool and placid. "Sit and I'll explain."
With a disgruntled wail Feliciano sits down and looks away from the screen. The Game Masters voice pulses in to his head. "I will show you to Ludwig. But first you have to get three keys. One to unlock the prison he is held in, one to unlock the right manacle and one to unlock the left. Does that sound fair to you?" Feliciano nods sadly.
"What do I have to do, to get these keys?" The Italian asks slowly.
"Ah!" The Game Master sighs. "You're getting it already, very good. In order to get these keys you are simple to complete a set of challenges without dying."
Feliciano swallowed with difficulty and tried to moisten his lips, but his whole mouth seems to have been evacuated of moisture. "I will show you where the first key is, and that is it. You must work out what the challenge is, how to use it to get the key and where the other two are."
"That doesn't seem fair!" Feliciano wails, throwing his hands up over his face. "They could be anywhere in the whole wide world and Ludwig could be dead at any moment!"
"If you don't compete, Ludwig will most certainly die. You aren't the only one trying to rescue a loved one or dear friend."
More screens flashed on. Vasch trying to rescue his sister. Kiku trying to rescue Heracles and most surprisingly of all Arthur trying to rescue Francis. Or all of them, Feliciano had no idea who he was most afraid of. He was glad however, that he would not be competing with his brother.
"Each of you will have unique First Keys. But the second and third…there are only one each of those, so if you don't get both before they do. Ludwig will die." The Game Maker states almost proudly. "And so will you. The others know this too and will probably try to kill you on sight, just to increase their chances."
What was he supposed to do? Feliciano felt so torn. He didn't want sweet little Lilli, Heracles with his cats that Feliciano adored, Francis who had always been like a big brother to him, his friend Kiku, or even scary Vasch and Arthur to die because he won this game and yet…
Feliciano didn't feel like he could win. Vasch, Kiku, Arthur…they were all so much better skilled and able to face any challenge that came their way. Reluctantly Feliciano's eyes return to the image of Ludwig. Ludwig…he had to try save him. If only to get that moment to tell the German just how much Feliciano loved him.
"Okay. I'm do it. I'll play your game."