-Prologue-

Feliciano stared up at his brothers and friends. He couldn't believe what words came out of their mouths like breath. It painfully shocked him and made him feel even more alone and scared then before. He sat on the dusty, wooden floor, his eyes wide in, more or less, horror.

"It's agreed then." Ludwig sighed.

Feliciano could feel his own heart pound in his chest, his ears bleeding. Those words were a form of agonizing torture that could be committed without trying. Without anybody noticing. His body begged for sleep, and his hands covered in blood and bandages. Scars and cuts and bruises all along his arms and legs, along with battered and torn clothing. His friends were no better when it came to injuries and health, but at lest they were standing.

Feliciano's friends slowly turned to him, their eyes glowing in the darkness of their hiding spot. Feliciano felt a frosty shiver run down his back when his eyes met theirs. His nerves tingled and he felt almost betrayed. He could feel tears come to his eyes, and no matter how painful their stares were, he couldn't look away.

"Come on, Fratello." Romano said.

"We can't leave you here alone." Antonio added.

"Join the Survey Corps with us." Sebastian said, his own voice soft and hurt.

The Survey Corps.

Feliciano had always been scared of them, and would even cry when mother told him stories of the big, scary Titans. Feliciano would rather be taken from his own mother and father then join the Survey Corps and fight the Titans. But you know what? His parents were gone, and his only choice is to follow his brothers and friends or be left alone with whoever was left of their fallen city.

Come to think of it, losing even more of his loved ones would be more then enough to break down the boy completely. He wouldn't be able to survive on his own. And that was the truth. He didn't know the first thing when it came to jobs and owning houses and being an adult. He had never grown up, and at the age of 14, acted nothing more then an eight year old boy.

"Feliciano." He heard his name muttered darkly by one of those who stood above him.

Feliciano blinked. And then blinked again. And again. Those tears started to collect, and then overflow. His mouth, which was dry from screaming no less then an hour ago, opened just a bit. His hands wiped the tears from his eyes, but the tears just kept coming. He started to cry. He breathed in and out, his crying not silent and very pitiful. His body shook more as his sorrowful cries continued.

"I'm so sorry, Feli." Antonio almost whispered.

Antonio, Ludwig, Romano, and Sebastian all knew it was their conversation and their attitude that broke the younger teen. They knew it was something that Feliciano would have nightmares about. They also all shared a fear of Titans, but it was nothing compared to Feliciano's. Feliciano could stay with the last of the living people and lean on them for support, but they all knew that Feliciano would follow them. He would follow them into the face of death, and this was probably what was exactly going to happen.

If Feliciano makes it past training and leans to use the 3D Maneuver Gear, then good for him.

If Feliciano dies in the first mission he's given, shame on all his friends.

For if he dies, it will be their fault.

Ludwig looked from Feliciano to the other three behind him. Romano turned away, and headed out of the dark room. Sebastian followed behind, and soon, so did Antonio. Ludwig turned to Feliciano, and grabbed his small arm.

"Come on, Feli. If we stay here, nobody will ever find us."

Note: Sebastian is Seborga. I'm pretty sure you already know everyone else's names.