((Short A/N: The descriptions from Feli's P.O.V may seem childish and somewhat badly written, but I wanted to stay as in-character as I possibly could. Arthur's will be better written due to his character. Enjoy!))

My name is Feliciano Vargas, I'm twenty-two years old and am currently writing in this diary that Ludwig gave me! He said to record everything that happened, just in case. So here I am, writing. To be perfectly honest with you, I don't want to be here fighting with the other guys, but I have a family back in Italy to protect. I guess if I'm writing everything down then I should write about them, too! My wife is a very beautiful lady. Her name is Rosabella. I like the last part of her name, 'bella' it means beautiful girl. We have a son called Luciano. Rosa wanted him to be named after his papa, but I thought that would be a little weird, so we settled for Luciano. I think I knew someone named Luciano once. He wasn't very nice to me…

Ludwig says I should also write down my day to day life. Well here's a day in the wartime life of Feliciano Vargas!

1. Wake up. (This is hard!)

2. Pet a cat and get told off by Ludwig.

3. Run three laps. (This is also hard!)

4. Eat breakfast!
5. Hide or train. (This is boring!)

Sometimes after that we have to fight people, this isn't fun. It's scary! Sometimes at night the gunshots make me cry, so Ludwig lets me crawl into his cot until I fall asleep. Sometimes he won't let me fight at all. I always wonder why, but I'm not complaining!

6. Food! (My favourite!)
7. Then me, Luddy and Kiku (Our friend) sit around the camp fire until I fall asleep!

Then I wake up and do it all again!

I can hear the gunshots again now...they're so loud. I wonder who's fighting this time. I hope it's not Ludwig. Whenever he comes back with a new scar on his back or chest it really frightens me. The smell of the gunpowder also scares me, but in another way it comforts me. It's become familiar to me now. I said that in my letter home last month. Rosa said that it made her cry. Poor bella..I hope they're all okay without their papa in the house. I always tell her to not worry and that I'll be home soon! But even still the letters come back with tear-stains on the paper. And then I start crying and it gets more stained, which is bad because the letters are so precious to me! Luddy gave me a ribbon to tie them all up with. He gave me three, actually. One was red, one was white and one was green! Which I think is crazy because they're my favourite colours! I tied them in a special order that only I know, so if anyone tried to read them, I'll know because they'll be in a different order! My order is:

Green

White

Red

I wrote it down to keep it safe!

I think it's raining now, I can hear it on the roof of the tent. I have my little candle burning bright to keep me warm and company until Ludwig comes back. I wish I knew if he was safe or not. I don't like being worried, sometimes I cry and then Luddy shouts at me…

I don't know what to write about. I could talk about my home in Italy! That might make me cry too, though. I like it there, where everything is warm and happy and full of love instead of gunpowder! And I have my Rosa and Luci. I want them back. I miss the smell of the sweet evening lavender and all the pretty ladies and afternoon sunshine. I wish I was there instead of her. It's damp here, but I have Mr. Candle, still! The ground is so hard and there used to be bugs but then Germany sprayed something on the ground and they all went away. I think they all become really, really tiny and that they're still here but no one can see them. That or they moved away with their families to bug land.

Or they died.

I think I'll treasure every page of this diary. It tells a story, after all! Luci loves his papa's stories, they say they're funny! He says his mama's are sweet and help him sleep. I remember his sleeping face, he looked so sweet! I want to describe them. Rosabella is the prettiest lady on this Earth, she has tanned skin and pretty green eyes that make me think of olives and grapes that the emperors used to eat when they were bored. She has hair the colour of chocolate and is one of the best people I know. She wears a little green ring to match her eyes on the finger next to her pinky on her left hand. That is called a wedding ring. I married her eight years ago, and then we had little Luci. Luciano has his mothers hair, but his fathers eyes, with the same olive-y skin as my brother, Romano. He has long dark eyelashes and likes to play football on the streets on a Saturday with his papa. He likes to give his mama hugs, but not in front of his friends! I remember teaching him how to play football. He says he wants to play for Italy when he's older. I'm proud of him for that. We lived on a street with lots of colourful houses, painted pink and yellow and blue! Ours is a blue one, they're all attached together like they're the same building, but they're lots of different houses. We live at number 18, in the middle of the row. Just outside our front door is a cobbled path and a gate that Luci likes to ride his bike down on the way to school with his friends. Sometimes Rosa will walk down there and plant beautiful roses all along the sides of the pathway in the little boxes of soil we bought.

I think Mr. Candle is going to run out soon..he's gotten really short and the room looks darker than it did earlier. Besides, I think I hear Luddy coming! I hope he isn't too mad at me for wasting some of our candle...he says supplies are precious nowadays…