When you're on bad terms with one of your best friends, the world seems so much darker.
…When it happens to be one you're living with at the time, and you ran away so you're stuck wandering in the dark heights of who-knows-where, the world is just that much darker.
This was Feliciano's situation, as he restlessly wandered the dark stretch of land.
It had been a simple enough quarrel of course. While he generally tolerated Ludwig's harshness, as Ludwig did with Feliciano's cowardice, today was different. Feliciano had run from battle, causing a loss, and Ludwig reacted just as any good German commander should. He proceeded to scold and yell and showed more anger than even per usual.
Feliciano hadn't reacted well and ran off in an abrupt retreat, this time from his own commanding officer.
His own friend.
He shook that last thought from his mind. Ludwig had really scared him this time; he just wanted to be away for a while, maybe just a while…
Kind of a long while.
No! No! Ludwig was his friend, after all, he liked him. A lot. He wanted to go back soon. Just not yet. And so he continued pacing the terrain, still highly unsure of his position.
Suddenly, a loud sound broke the sound barrier, and Feliciano leaped two feet back, his eyes open wide and alert for once.
There up on a nearby hill, was Vash with his gloved hands gripped tightly around his gun. He was shouting something incoherent, most likely about how they never learned to remain off his neutral land.
So Feliciano was in Switzerland territory.
He gulped and made another run for it, trying not to cry too loud as he leapt and ran and ran and ran, yet failing miserably all the while. He hadn't the slightest idea how long he had been running and after a while, he began to forget why he was running, where he was running…
He was just running. And it felt so unbelievably good, in the weirdest painful way. It felt so amazingly wonderful; he almost didn't notice the bullet that had been lodged into one of his flailing arms as he left the Switzerland territory.
Almost, that is, until his vision went blurry. Almost, until his bliss cut off into a new odd form of bliss, and he fell over, falling into an odd numb sleep.
That sleep could've been thirty seconds, or it could've been days. He hadn't a sliver of knowledge.
What he did know was that he woke up to a flurry of beautiful color. There were swatches of blue, a deep ocean blue that he just wanted to dive into, and then a pale yellow that was a highly light shade that somehow was so very warming. Then there was another… it wasn't a color, for sure, it was even more warming and comforting than any shade of blue are yellow could ever be though.
It was…
It was….
It was Ludwig's relieved smile, showing up just before he rested his lips on Feliciano's forehead. "Good morning, Feliciano…"
He couldn't seem to remember why he ever wanted to not come home.