Hey guys, trying to get over my writers block when BOOM! I had this sudden idea to do this story. It's a HetaOni story, and 2p's will be involved. Mostly 2pItaly and 2pAmerica. That's really all that I have to say...yea.
DISCLAIMER: Millow does not HetaONi, Hetalia, or any of the characters.
He had grown accustomed to this daily routine, running and hiding, and all the blood sometimes. Even though all of that hurt him, he did have something, someone, to go to when he needed help. Of course that person wasn't the best to go to, but it was better than nothing. Even if he was fake, it was something. Luciano, that's what he called him, he sometimes would call him Luci depending on the mood. What scared him slightly, was how similar they looked, and sometimes, he would want to kiss him...kiss a fake person.
"Feliciano?" His head quickly snapped up, staring at the figure in front of him. His brother, Lovino. He had come here with Antonio, much to his surprise. Ever since then, they would always stay together, unwilling to part. "Lovino...sorry, I was lost in thought... Keep speaking~" He forced another smile, just like all the other times, and Lovino saw through it like all the other times. "Fratello minore...is something wrong? You're acting fucking weird...more then usual." Lovino quickly crossed his arms, glaring down at Feliciano. "Nothing~" Feliciano stood, patting his arm. "I'm going to go take a walk, I'll be fine!"He quickly ran away, wanting to find Luciano. He just had to sleep, but not anywhere near any of the others. After he slept, he was in his own little world. He could control it all. He couldn't help but remember the first time he saw Luciano, it was in the first loop. Feliciano was just walking in his dream, blood all around him, then he saw something in the distance, a person, covered in blood. He was going to scream and yell, but he didn't. He wanted to walk up to the person. So he did, he touched his hair, his face, his arms. Everything. He knew it was a dream when he woke up, but the next time he went to sleep, that person was there again. Like any other person, he started to ask questions to the person. "Who are you?" "Are you real?" "Why do you look like me?" But for every question he asked, the blood covered person would just laugh.
That laugh...the laugh was just so contagious...he wanted to hear it more. But that was out of the point, he had to find a place to sleep. Sometimes there was a poking in the back of his mind, like Luciano was real, touching him, trying to get his attention or something. Then other times, there would be nothing at all. The truth is, he didn't know what to do anymore, should he just accept Luciano as a real person, or should he keep thinking Luciano is a fake, nonexistent person. A loud crash was heard behind him, and he barely had enough time to turn around as his head was smashed into the wall, knocking him unconscious.
I don't really have anything to put down here...so..yea...
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