Forbidden Fruit

Main Character(s): Feliciano and Ludwig

Rating: Mature

Genre: Fiction

Chapter 1

Feliciano started packing his bags with his books and clothes. Things were quiet around the huge house. A woman appeared in the doorway. Tears were trickling down her face as she watched Feliciano packing quietly, his face was not smiling. He seemed in concentration. The Italian boy looked up to see her.

His eyes automatically started to tear up as soon as he saw the woman in his doorway crying. Feliciano ran up to her and pulled her into his embrace. He put his face into her shoulder and started to cry. "Feliciano," she comforted. "Please don't cry. Not for my sake."

The Italian raised his head and sobbed, "I can't help Elizabeta, I'll miss you."

Elizabeta pulled his face away from her shoulder and held his face in her hands. "You are going to be a great priest," she cooed. She wiped away the tears from Feliciano's face and kissed his forehead gently. "I will be rooting for you every step of the way. Now, are you done packing your things?"

A big smile appeared on the Italian's face and he nodded. "Then, lets get you a nice steaming bowl of pasta for the road, huh?" Elizabeta asked.

Feliciano grabbed his bag in a hurry and ran down to the kitchen screaming "pasta" at the top of his lugs. The Italian got down near the pots and picked out the biggest pot he found. He was so excited since he never got to have pasta, ever since he lived there. He started making it the way his brother showed him. Though Feliciano perfected the recipe.

Elizabeta and her husband came into the kitchen. Elizabeta helped Feliciano as Elizabeta's husband; Roderich read the Saturday paper.

Soon the pasta was done, the Italian set the table for three. They all sat down and enjoyed their last meal together.

"Feliciano this pasta is amazing!" exclaimed Elizabeta.

"I told you pasta was delicious!" the Italian remarked.

Elizabeta looked at Roderich and asked, "What do you think of it dear?"

Roderich kept chewing and tried not saying anything until after he swallowed. He dabbed his napkin onto his lips and said, "Its okay."

Elizabeta smiled, knowing Roderich was trying to be nice before Feliciano left. She patted his knee and they kept eating, they started talking about things that happened while they all lived together. The good, bad, and ugly. Sooner or later the carriage came and it was time to depart.

Roderich asked one of his servants to go and get Feliciano's bags. As the bags were being packed, Feliciano looked at them that knowing that this was it. This was probably one of few times he will ever going to see them again. Feliciano tried to hug Roderich and he tried not to push away. Elizabeta held him in her grasp. Her perfume wafted towards his nose, he loved the smell. He was going to miss that smell of perfume badly. She kissed him on the cheek, her lips soft and warm. Feliciano kissed her back, knowing that this will be the only person he will ever get kisses from.

"Come back as much as you like, okay Feliciano?" she told.

Feliciano nodded his head and tried to smile. He said, "I'm, I'm going to miss you two."

Elizabeta started to sob, "We're going to miss you too." Her lips got close to his ears. "My Feliciano."

The driver tapped them on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, but this young man and I have to go now."

Elizabeta nodded and let go of Feliciano. "Now promise you will try and write every day."

Feliciano nodded through his tears and said, "I, I promise." Feliciano went inside the cart and shut the door. He looked out the window to see Elizabeta waving good bye and Roderich standing right beside her. Having his arm around her waist, Roderich gave a small wave good bye as well.

As the cart started to drive away, Feliciano opened the door and shouted at them, "I'm going to be the best priest that I can be!"