Elizavet put the lip-gloss carefully on Feliciano's lips. "So, I'm done", she said and took a step back to look at her masterpiece. "And? How does it look like?" "Wonderful Ita-chan, not even Lovino would recognize you now." Feliciano was sitting on a chair in Elizavet's room. He was wearing beautiful blue dress and silver high heels. "Ve_" he looked in the mirror and then smiled at his friend. "Thank you very much. I really look like a girl with this make up and the long hair. And I can even hide my curl in it, ve." Elizavet smiled, too. Feli was so adorable in that dress. It had taken her a long time to convince him to dress up as a girl on the fancy-dress ball, but the result was great. Feliciano looked down and blushed. "Are you sure that this is all right? Aren't they to big?" He pointed at his chest. Liz had placed fake breasts there to make the costume look more authentic. "Sure it is! It's perfect. Now go and enjoy yourself." She pushed him towards the door. Feli glanced at her. His cute brown eyes glowed with anticipation. "Aren't you coming?" "Of course, I'll just change into my costume. Go on, you don't need to wait here. Just keep away from Francis. He might get strange ideas."
Gilbert leaned on a pillar and watched the other nations. He was dressed in a military uniform, a white one with a long cape very similar to the one he used to wear when he was younger. Gilbert looked back at his grim brother. He was standing on the balcony and looked very unhappy. He didn't want to be at this party. Gilbert turned around just in time to see a girl in a long green dress and fairy wings fixes to her back rushing towards the crowd. "Na, na, Lizzy, don't you even say hello to your friends anymore?" She turned around and even though she was wearing a mask, Gilbert could tell that she was surprised. "How did you know it was me?", she asked. Gilbert gave her one of his awesome smiles. "Well…" he picked up a strand of her hair. Elizavet had lots of flowers in it and every movement made petals rain down. "…you are the only fairy I know that has such a flowery scent in her hair." He lifted his hand and sniffed the strain. "Let go!" Elizavet blushed and pushed his hand away. Something was different with him today. She looked at his face. The same overconfident expression and the same cheeky grin but the intense gaze of his blood red eyes made her shiver. She looked down quickly to examine his costume. "S-so you decided to dress up as your younger self, right? I remember it. We used to play together a lot at that time." Liz felt her heart flutter like a scared bird. What was this?! Gilbert hadn't had that effect on her normally. "Hm, yeah. I thought it would bring the awesome me in advantage. West didn't like the idea of wearing historical outfits on this ball. Well he didn't like the idea of being here at all." Elizavet glanced over his shoulder. "You let him wear his old clothes…" Ludwig was bored without a doubt. He kept rearranging his coat and the black hat, which was too old-fashioned for his taste. "He doesn't remember a thing, does he?""No, not even a single memory. Not even in his dreams. Just an empty space in his mind. Ludwig forgot all the pain, the war, the fighting. Enviable." Elizavet had never before seen Gilbert as sad as he was now, watching his brother. "You forgot the good things. His friends his love…" she smiled and touched his hand. "You can't tell me that you don't have any happy memories of that in your childhood." Gilbert looked down at her and also smiled. "Let us stop talking about this. We're on a fancy-dress ball after all!" Would you like to dance with me milady?" Liz blushed. She wanted to find Roderich as soon as possible. That was the best thing about the dance. But Gilbert's eyes seemed to hold her at the place. "All right, but only one single dance!"
Ludwig wasn't happy at all. He hated evens like that. He had a problem getting along with people and such a party was pointless if you couldn't get along with them. Why was he here anyway? When the invitation arrived a week ago, he immediately realized that he would not like it. But not only had Gilbert persuaded him to come here, no, he also forced him to wear this ancient sing. Ludwig sighed and leaned against the balustrade. The only reason why he came here was because he had hoped to meet Feliciano. The little Italian was his best friend and the only one who didn't care that he was that way. Ludwig felt lonely without him now. When he wanted to be alone, Feli always wanted to play with him, but when Ludwig wanted to be with him he was untraceable. He looked up to the sky and saw a shooting star. Feliciano's words came into his mind. If you see a shooting star, you can wish something and the star will grant you that wish. How childish. But on the other hand… "I wish I could stop feeling so lonely. I wish I would know why I have the feeling that I miss somebody. I wish I could stop feeling so confused. I wish…" he shook his head. How foolish. As if the thing, which could stop me feeling lonely would fall into his hands. It was stupid to think about it just because he was alone. And that was when this "thing" fell into his hands.
Feliciano was running through the crowd. He tried to find somebody he knew, but because he changed his destination every few seconds it was quite difficult. After a while he was tiered. Feliciano wasn't used to this kind of shoes so he stumbled after every meter. He leaned on the wall to take a breath. At that moment he noticed Francis trying to get Arthur drunk. Feliciano, who had completely forgot Elizavet's warning, dashed to him. Even though the floor was flat he stumbled and with a little scream he fell. Feliciano was prepared to land on the hard floor, when someone caught him. This someone had strong and warm hands. They were familiar and the Italian could tell who his saver was even before he heard his voice. "Everything all right?""Yes, yes, I'm fine", said Feli and glanced up shyly."Thank you for ca…" He was thrown for a loop. He stared at the blondes face not able to understand what was going on. He could see Ludwig and someone else in the same face. The familiar stern face of his best friend shaded into the face of someone else. It was more like a memory, the smiling boy Feliciano had tried to suppress for such a long time. Holy Roman! Ludwig looked at the girl embarrassed. She looked breathtaking with her long brown hair and the blue dress. She was small and petite and made him wish to protect her from everything. He had the feeling that he could forever watch her. Then Ludwig realized that he was still holding her in her arms. "Ah! Ehem. Well be careful next time." Ludwig blushed and took a step back. "Y-yes I will." The girl's voice sounded as ifshe was about to burst into tears. "Er… would you like a drink?" He blushed as he asked her. Scheiße. I should have read my books more carefully! There sure is something about starting a talk with a girl. The girl thought for a while and then nodded. "Sure, why not?" Ludwig smiled. He had the strange feeling that he met her before. She looked Italian so maybe he saw her while visiting Feliciano. "By the way I'm Ludwig. What's your name? … All right you don't need to tell me." She had looked frightened when he asked her.
Sometime later they were sitting in a quiet corner drinking wine. Normally Ludwig would have preferred beer, but it wasn't fitting in the situation. The girl didn't speak much but everything made no sense. She seemed to be a bit tipsy. Feliciano was too confused to drink. Could Ludwig actually be Holy Roman Empire?! Had he forgot about him because he didn't love his clumsy friend, or didn't he know that Feliciano was his former maid? Of course the resemblance was obvious but they could still be relatives, or not? Feliciano glanced at the German next to him. Could the only person he loved more than his brother and even more than grandpa be the one, the cause of a broken heart, for sleepless nights he spent worrying about him, for countless nightmares in which he saw him leaving? But even if he was HRE it didn't change Feliciano's feelings. He loved Ludwig for what he was now and not because he was a replacement for someone else. "Maybe he didn't love you enough, and that's why he forgot you. He didn't love you then and he doesn't love you now. Maybe he even hates you" Feliciano could imagine what his brother would say. He closed his eyes and thought of the last time he saw HRE. It had been a beautiful day and the flowers where blooming around them. Holy Roman had promised to come back after war and marry him. And then, before he leaved, he had kissed him. This had been his first kiss and he loved to think about this kiss. The kiss! "Ludwig, could you do me a favor? Could you please close your eyes, I want to try out something." After Feliciano made sure that he couldn't see anything he leaned forward. He hold his breath and looked at Ludwig's face. He had hard and straight features; his smooth skin was pale in contrast to Feliciano's southern complexion. He looked somehow perfect now, like the sculptures his grandpa had showed him. Feliciano also closed his eyes and kissed Ludwig carefully. The touch of their lips hit him like a lightning stroke. Germany was the Holy Roman Empire without a doubt! Feliciano couldn't hold back the tears any longer. "You…you…" Ludwig stared at him, shocked about the tears. Feliciano couldn't stand the rush of feelings and thoughts. It was too much for him so he turned around and ran away faster than he ever did before.
The single dance had turned into dozens. Elizavet circled around the hall with Gilbert for three hours now. She was surprised that she could get along with him so good. They hadn't argued except the times when Gilbert had lowered his hands, which he had wrapped around Elizavet's waist, too deep. "Gilbert, please let us stop. I spent the last three hours dancing with you and I'm tiered." Gilbert pulled her closer. "Ah, really? What a pity. I thought you could do it longer." Liz' hand twitched. I miss my pan. Their faces were only centimeters away from each other and she could feel Gilbert's cool breath in her face. His blood red eyes pierced into her emerald ones. Elizavet took a step back without avoiding his stare. "Gilbert…" Something blue rushed past them, so close that they could feel the draft. "Hey look out!", Gilbert called."Tse, this girl nearly knocked the awesome me of the feet." He noticed Liz' expression. She looked after the girl in a very worried way. Gilbert wanted to ask her who this was but he was interrupted by his brother. "Did you see a girl running that way? She is small and has long brown hair and she's wearing a blue dress." "Oi, West! You found a pretty girl and then you scare her away. By the old Fritz, West you have to learn to communicate with girls properly! I mean, you're handsome enough and you're my brother!" Ludwig frowned and turned to Liz. "Have you seen her?" She looked at him compassionately. "Yes, Ludwig I saw her. But she was very fast so you won't catch up." Gilbert glanced at her surprised. Who was that girl? He looked at his brother again and said:"Don't think about her. If I were you, I would look for Feli." Ludwig winced. He looked like someone who cheated on his beloved girlfriend. "Feliciano…", he muttered . "No, no he isn't here. He properly is at home and sleeps. Feli usually is asleep at this time… All right I'm off" He went away quietly. Elizavet sighted. "Gilbert, I think we have a problem now", she said watching Ludwig disappearing in the crowd.