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Feli was currently kneeling in the street, the pouring rain drenching him to the bone and hiding his drunken tears effectively. He just stared up at the sky, his arms at his sides as his broken heart attempted to fix itself. His sobs became more violent as time went on until he was screaming at the sky.
"Why! Why, please, God, why? I thought you loved me? If you loved me, why did you take him? Please, give him back, Oh my God, please… Please!" He curled over his knees, rocking and crying, just repeating the same words over and over again, in Italian.
Romano and Antonio watched from under their café's awning. "Tonio… what's wrong?"
"Ludwig broke his heart… that is what a broken heart looks like, Lovi…" He pulled the Italian twin close to his chest, his eyes never leaving the heart broken boy in the street. Romano turned his gaze back to his twin, his eyes round and pained. His poor twin…
Ludwig and Feli had been dating for 8 months. Ludwig was a stern, harsh man, but nobody ever doubted his love for the Italian. And Feliciano, in turn, gave the German man all of the love he was capable of possessing. He kissed him and hugged him and made food for him and his entire being lived only to please his lover.
Abruptly, that morning, Feli had found a note on their bed. Small, simple:
Dear Feliciano,
I won't be back. It's best if you move on. Live without me. You deserve better.
-Ludwig
Eventually, Antonio managed to break away from his fiancé to pick Feliciano up in his arms and carry them into their apartment. Romano helped him from there. Removing his wet clothes and drying him off. He put warm pajamas on him and tucked him into bed, leaving him alone to mourn.
Feli's eyes were wide and empty. His face devoid of color or life as his breath came in shallow gasps. His fingers clutched the sopping note, refusing to let go. The last remnant of Ludwig he had left. Except for the cross. The cross that Ludwig had always worn. The cross that Ludwig had given to Feliciano on their 6 month anniversary. The cross that the heartbroken Italian still wore.
Feliciano slowly turned his face towards the window, watching the rain hit the glass until his shaking body fell into a fitful sleep…
Feli barely managed to start living again. He dropped out of the prestigious art school he had been attending… He quit his job and sold his apartment, moving in with Antonio and Romano. The couple had given him a job as a waiter at their café, which slowly proved to be a failure seeing as Feli could just not be happy. So, they had him working in the back.
Feliciano moved and went through life an empty shell, devoid of emotions and devoid of the happiness that he had once been filled with. He barely slept, he didn't talk much anymore, and he hadn't had a bite of the precious pasta that he had so adored. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Soon, his one year anniversary of being single came and went, and his heart still couldn't fix itself. And with Romano and Antonio's wedding rapidly approaching, how could he? He was reminded everyday of how alone he was…
"Couldn't you be happy for one fucking day, Feli? Just one day! That mother fucking potato bastard is gone and out of your life and he isn't coming back. End of story, so forget about him. Move on, God, you fucking piss me off!" Romano's face was the brightest shade of red that Antonio had ever seen. And Feli was just staring into the distance, like he didn't even hear Romano.
"Lovi-"
"Don't you 'Lovi' me! It's been over a year! He needs to move on with his fuckin' life!" Romano stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Antonio sighed and moved to put a hand on his brother-in-law's shoulder.
"Take as much time as you need, Feli…" The Italian looked up at him, his eyes devoid of hope as he nodded slowly and murmured a quiet thank you before standing and leaving. Antonio sighed and looked out the window. Even though the sun was shining, it felt like there was a nice personal rain cloud that hung over their apartment building.
One week later, Feli and Lovi were dressed in their finest suits. Lovi was obviously nervous, pacing and mumbling in Italian. Feli just stood there, gazing sadly at a stained glass window. If anyone were to look at him, they would never be able to hazard a guess at what he was thinking about unless they also looked at the stained glass window.
It was a picture of an angel in long flowing robes and a large wing span. But Feli wasn't looking at his body. His eyes were trained on the angel's face. The angel's short blonde hair hung around his ears like a halo and his blue eyes seemed to stare back at Feli with the same intensity the Italian gave it.
The organ began it's almost mournful cry and Lovi gave a small yelp. His breath came in short pants and he ignored his brother, his heart beating loudly in his ears.
When a slender and delicate hand folded inside of his, he turned, his eyes growing to the size of large meatballs. Feli looked at him tenderly, his eyes betraying nothing. "Time to go, brother…" He smiled painfully, the only amount of emotion he had shown his brother in over a year.
Romano pulled Feliciano into a tight, rib-breaking hug. "Grazie, Feli…" He pulled away and smiled back at his brother, before they linked arms and pushed open the intricate double doors and entered the huge Italian Cathedral. Feli looked around with blank eyes, his expression once again void of any emotions. He didn't look at the people or notice how his brother's face seemed to glow when he saw Antonio at the altar, smiling brightly and looking more handsome than he had ever seen him. He didn't notice the large amount of Italians and Spaniards that had filled the entire back pews of the Cathedral. He just walked slowly, his eyes going from stained glass window to stained glass window.
His steady and hesitant steps were the only thing keeping Romano in tempo with the organ music. Gradually, they made it to the front few pews. These were packed with the nations, all standing and smiling at the new couple. Feli didn't look at them either; his attention was focused on the vice like grip that was vaguely hurting his right arm. So he didn't see the blue eyes that stared desperately at him, begging him to turn and see him.
Ludwig hadn't wanted to come to the wedding… Ivan had made him. Ivan had made him do many things he really didn't want to do… but he had no choice. Ivan gave him no choices. And this… seeing Feli so pale and lifeless… this hurt more than anything. His fists gripped the pew in front of him tightly, his heart breaking for a second time. That's when he noticed Feli was going to sit right next to him…
Feli kissed his brother's cheek gently before handing him off to Antonio. His gaze immediately shot to the ground as he turned around and walked carefully to his seat. He didn't look up, didn't meet anyone's eyes. He sat down quietly, his hands clasped in his lap, his eyes staring at his shoes.
Ludwig's heart rate picked up. He couldn't focus on the service with the love of his life so close… He glanced at Ivan, who had fallen asleep. Or was he just pretending? He couldn't risk saying anything to his little Italian… to his warm, beautiful, funny, happy, loving- He pulled a pen and paper out of his pocket and jotted some words down, sliding it under Feli's hands.
The Italian stared at the paper blankly for a moment. He didn't bother to look up at who gave it to him. It wasn't important. He read the words carefully, not really comprehending until he read it a second time:
Feli-
Need to talk to you. Meet me after the ceremony. It's important. Please.
-Ludwig
But it wasn't until Feli reread the name a third, fourth, and fifth time that he realized who was sitting next to him. He looked up slowly, his entire body shaking, his face still void of any emotion. Blue eyes met amber and he felt his heart beating faster than it had in the longest amount of time. His Ludwig…
Ludwig stared desperately at Feli, begging him silently to say yes. He needed to explain. He had to let the Italian know that he still loved him… that he had never wanted to leave. That he didn't have a choice…
Weak and unsure of what was happening, Italy found himself nodding slowly and numbly, his body shaking violently. He only had time to see Ludwig's relieved face before Romano had snatched him out of his seat. The ceremony was over. He looked back as blue met amber one last time as he was dragged down the aisle by the two newly weds.
I hope you enjoyed it. This was an idea I came up with while RPing with a friend. R&R, if so inclined.
