AN: Pairing Warning: FrUK (FrancexEngland) GerIta (GermanyxItaly) Ameripan (AmericaxJapan) I plan to use these pairings interchangeably throughout the story, so don't like? Don't read. It really is that simple people :)
A wave of wind blew softly causing the chestnut hair to sway and land in his face. After a few failed attempts to blow it back into place Feliciano laughed opening his eyes taking a moment just to enjoy the feeling of release the laughter brought him. Though like every pleasure it was short lived and he could only find further salvation in the beauty of his surroundings.
Trees lined the path leading up to what appeared to be quite a gorgeous building and leaves scattered the ground bringing a sense of serenity to the atmosphere. The building was old sure, it was evident in the way the stone had been worn down, and the once well-polished wooden door had been dulled and scratched past recognition, but it still stood in remembrance of its glory. It only gave the building more of a gentle feeling in its age, at least on the outside.
On the outside, where everything was alive and though isolated it was quite peaceful, especially on the days such as these where the wind blew gently rustling the last of the leaves from the trees and the crisp air gave the impression of an impending snow. It was always so beautiful here whenever it snowed, Feliciano thought giving a small smile.
"Italy, you will be caught out in the snow if you stay out here much longer." The sound of France's voice rang out to him from back inside the building and he turned smiling at the blonde man.
The nicknames were something that had been given from the time this place had first opened. No one person knew another's name, no matter how long they had lived there together. It wasn't that they did not trust each other, personally Feliciano would trust any one of them with his life, but money was the ruling factor in the world, it was the reason this place was ever created.
Money; which certain people would pay quite a bit for in order to have returned to them what they believe to be rightfully theirs. Needless to say, many of the people that were currently a refuge at this house were not so eager to be found by that which they are running from.
"Ok! I'll come inside now." Feliciano smiled at the other man giving one last look out at the path that led a very long stretch before ever reaching any sort of civilization. Invisibility, it was the key to their furthered existence and no better way to stay isolated.
When Feliciano turned around again France had already gone back inside though the door stayed cracked to allow him back inside. He smiled walking through the small clearing the crunch of dead leaves and grass reaching his ears as he made his way to the door.
He had not even reached a foot of the house when the smell of incense engulfed him and he treasured the last traces of fresh air before stepping foot back into the house closing the door quickly behind him. No use letting out the heat that they could only manage from a series of fireplaces that had been situated around the house. It was hard enough not to freeze in this place during the winter, he would get majorly scolded if he pressed their luck any further by keeping the door open for too long.
He looked around the hallway stretching out before him ending in a winding staircase that he knew went up 3 floors and a hidden staircase that led down two. The upwards stairs had been there when they had taken over the house, the stone steps having become slick with overuse but he had learned after several bad falls to take them slowly. The rest of the house was in much of the same condition; worn down. It was bearable, and definitely had better conditions than he had been in before coming to this place.
Feliciano walked toward the hidden stairs that had been inserted by whoever had started this place many years back. Below ground was where they spent much of their time both on job and off of it even though what most people would consider to be the living areas were all upstairs. In truth though, many of the upstairs rooms were covered in dust from lack of use, Feliciano wasn't even sure most of the door still turned after so long. Only their bedrooms were still in a well enough condition.
The sweet aroma disappeared as soon as he opened the door replaced with a much more bitter of a smell that was almost as overwhelming as the scents upstairs were. He took a moment to adjust to the scent though after so long he wished he would have become too used to it to even recognize it anymore. It only brought guilt to his gut knowing what had to be done to cause such a scent.
He shook his head starting down the stairs closing the door behind him. He couldn't let himself think over any of that now, after so many years there was no use even thinking about what a mess he was in. This had been his best option.
AN: Alright, here's the first chapter :D Hopefully this was much better than the summery had been... (have I mentioned I hate those things? No? Well I am now -.-") Anyways, feedback? I already have the next 3 chaps finished, and the more you guys give your opinion, the faster I'll post them up for you guys :)