Feliciano Vargas was always good with art since he was young. Many people were drawn to him for it, but there was one person who liked him for not just his art, but his personality as well. This person was the Holy Roman Empire. But when he left, there was no one. So he stopped painting.
It has been many years since Feliciano had heard that Holy Rome had died. When he had heard that, it took all his willpower not to cry. On that day, he made a promise. To not cry over Holy Rome ever. He broke his promise to him so he thought Holy Rome didn't deserve his tears. But, on a certain day, in a certain month, Feliciano Vargas was painting once again.
He picked up his paint brush in his dainty hands, reminiscing on the familiar touch. He then squeezed a dab of Ebony Black onto the blank canvas and started his even strokes. He continued this until he had to switch to another color.
At long last, he was putting the finishing touches on- gold trimming on the hat and Icy Blue eyes. The Holy Roman Empire. The only person to like him for him, even if he thought he was a girl. Feliciano started thinking about his promise to Holy Rome. Thinking about him caused all of this sadness he had bottled up the last few centuries boiled over.
"Holy Rome, idiota…..why did you have to get your self killed and break our promise? WHY? He yelled. Ludwig arrived just in time to see Feliciano to pick up a paint scraper and plow it into his recently finished artwork.
"ITALY! STOP!" he yelled, dashing into the room and pulling Feliciano away from his half ruined painting. It was then he realized that Feliciano was crying. He pulled him into a hug and asked
"Feliciano? Are you all right?" Feliciano tried to stifle his cries but to no avail. "H-his memory…..I-it's too painful!" It was then that Ludwig caught sight of the source of Feliciano's misery.
"Fe-Feliciano is that ME?" he asked, surprised on how much resemblance there was to him in the painting.
"H-Huh? Oh, no that w-was H-Holy Rome, b-but he d-died!" He wailed again. Ludwig was still very confused, but luckily, Prussia had given him a photo of him as a kid, before he was Germany. He always kept it with him in his pocket.
Feliciano stopped whimpering like a hurt dog when he felt Ludwig remove something from his front pocket. He looked up to see what he had in his hand and gasped at what he saw.
"L-Luddy? Why do you have a picture of him?" Feliciano asked. "What do you mean? This was is a picture of me before I was Germany. Didn't I tell you that I used to be a different country?" Ludwig replied.
"B-but that means that your Holy Rome!" Feliciano cried in joy. "I knew you didn't die!" "I guess so." Ludwig replied, giving Feliciano a hug. "I guess so….."
FIN