It was just your average day in Spain's household. Italy was there with Romano in the kitchen making pizza. There wasn't a reason they were making pizza but everything was still malto bene with them and of course Spain didn't ever really mind since he got to eat the pizza too. "Fratello is something wrong?" Feliciano asks his brother in of whom happens to be working with a scowl on his face as he kneads the sticky dough looking deeply in thought. He shakes his head.
"No why do you ask?" He returns yet not acknowledging the other as he worked. In truth there was something wrong, but he just didn't know how, much more so didn't want to tell him. After all it was just a silly dream right? It'd been going on for weeks.
Italy takes a stride closer to his brother after turning the sauce down to a low simmer. Reaching out and grabbing onto his arm in a tender fashion. He didn't ever mean to pry but he hated seeing Lovino this way. The tension in the room was as thick as cold porridge in the morning. "I don't really know, you just seem... More... well wound up, than usual."
Wound up? He wouldn't even begin to call it that, no Lovino just felt so on edge recently he'd say something a lot more drastic. The problem was just ever night, that one dream... A door would appear to him and he'd feel lured to it, lured to see what's on the other side. He could never tell if whatever it was happened to be bad or good yet he still felt a hardy tug by it to go and find out. Though each night he choose better and didn't. The thing about that door, the one big thing that had him off edge, from each and every time he's examined it was the fact that it never changes. The giant size and regular shape of it remained constant the details engraved in some unknown language and two ghastly figures on both sides of the door. One looks as if it could scare the pants off the devil himself, the other looked as heavenly and divine as the all mother. Then, last but not least while he had no clue what it meant, engraved in the middle conjoining the two, was symbols spelling out, "Seitan" In what he was more than sure now, had to be blood.
"I am fine fratello..." He replies just a bit more tenderly this time of course since he is near finished with the dough looking over his way with gentle eyes. "I would never lie to you brother and to be honest Id really like it if you could say nice things about me like you do that German oaf. I am not wound up nor grouchy like you commonly say I am."
Feliciano pauses as he processes what his fratello had said before frowning softly. "But I..." He tries to get the right words taking a break from his typical hyper activity and really thinking about it before he says, "I guess I can, you are my fratello after all~" Then he smiles a bright heartwarming grin to Lovi.
If only he could have just captured that one moment in time and kept it simple for himself. Then of course, everything that he was facing now, every hardship and pain would be all the easier to carry Just a photograph would have been perfect; but now all he had of his brother were memories. Sitting upon the cool smooth stone he twisted his bone carved dagger in his hand. "Just another day, I've got to keep going, and make it another day, for Feliciano I can make it through this" he thought to himself.
Who am I kidding.