~"Well, I'm off. Be careful. When this war finally ends, I promise I'll come and see you again." He said these words as he walked away. Right after their first kiss.

"Okay then! I'll miss you! I'll be waiting! I'll make you lots of treats for when you get back! Don't get sick! Try not to get injured or die violently either! I know we'll see each other again. I know we will! I know it!" Another voice rang out.~

These words are forever haunting in Feliciano's mind. He was forever cursed with remembering the words Holy Rome had spoken to him. He was Feliciano's first love after all. Occasionally, Feliciano still dreamt of him. Holy Rome had died, that's what he was told anyway.

It's been a long time since Feliciano saw him. It's been three years since Feliciano was taken as a slave. A slave, who wasn't worth the money people paid for him, because he couldn't do hard labor. He's good for eating, sleeping, and decorating. He's also good for drawing, and, occasionally, a good song. But Feliciano couldn't work.

So, everytime someone found that out, they beat him. They beat him to an inch of his life, and took him back, to be sold yet again. Feliciano lived in five houses this past month. Five places who always brought him back. He was tired of being good for nothing. He went to bed every night. And Holy Rome was always there to greet him.

~Feliciano's Dream~

"You idiot," Holy Rome spoke out.

"What am I doing wrong?" Feliciano asked the small child standing in front of him.

"Nothing. Everything you do is perfect. Haven't I told you that before?" Holy Rome asked the broken man in front of him.

"Everytime you come to my dreams," Feliciano said, breaking into a quiet cry.

"Don't ever say your not worth anything. One of these days, someone is going to buy you. One of these days, that person will want you for everything but hard work. Trust me Feli," Holy Rome said to him, while crawling into his arms.

"I hope your right," Feliciano told the boy as he held on to him.

~End of Feliciano's Dream~

Feliciano woke up, a single tear falling from his cheek. He was happy, but heartbroken at the same time. He didn't understand what Holy Rome had said, but he trusted him nonetheless. Feliciano got ready for yet another day. He didn't like being a slave, but these people said they would kill Lovino if he didn't come with them. But Feliciano was still terrified that they would kill his twin anyway.

Feliciano walked out into the main part of the slave house, and say his boss-man person. He walked over to him, and the boss-man smiled at him. "There is a guy coming in later, and he wants to see all of you guys. Make sure to eat some breakfast," he said.

"Okay," Feliciano replied. So he did as he was told. He was treated better than you think a slave would be treated. And for that, Feliciano was thankful. He didn't want to be treated any more badly than he was when he was bought and beaten. Feliciano finished with his breakfast, and decided to shower.

An hour later, all the slaves were called to the living room. They stood in a line, as the boss-man spoke to a German man. This man, had piercing blue eyes, blond hair that was slicked back, and a heavy German accent. Feliciano took great interest to this man. He couldn't explain it, but he had this feeling that he knew the man.

As soon as the boss-man finished talking to him, the German started looking down the line at all the faces. His eyes stopped, as he caught glimpse of Feliciano. "Who is that one?" the German said.

"Oh him? Well, that's Feliciano sir," the boss-man said. The German walked over to him, and studied his body and face. He looked from Feliciano to the other slaves, then back to Feliciano.

"I'll take him," the German stated, handing the boss-man the money for him.

"Okay sir," the boss-man stated. And just like that, Feliciano was sold to another house. He was scared, and worried. What would happen if the German thought he was no good, because he couldn't do physical labor?

"Mein name ist Ludwig Beilschmidt," the German said.

"Ve~! It's nice to meet you Ludwig! Il mio nome รจ Feliciano Vargas," the little Italian replied.

"If it's not too much to ask, what happened to you Feliciano?" Ludwig asked the small Italian man.

"Ve!~ I was taken from my fratello and my nonno," the Italian told the German.

"Oh. That's how you ended up as a slave then? What about all those bruises? How'd you get those?" Ludwig asked. Feliciano thought for a while, and then spoke.

"Non voglio parlarne," Feliciano said looking at the road ahead.

"I-I didn't understand what you just said. Ich kann nicht sprechen Italienisch," Ludwig said looking down at Feliciano.

"Well, it's okay that you can't speak Italian. I said I don't want to talk about it," Feliciano said looking up at Ludwig. There was shock in his face, and Feliciano smiled.

"Wait, you know German?" Ludwig finally asked.

"Si!~ My nonno taught me!~" Feliciano said.

"Oh," Ludwig said. With that, the rest of the walk to Ludwig's house was quiet. Feliciano was afraid that Ludwig wouldn't like him, and that he would beat him, just like every other house.

~One month later~

"Feliciano! I'm home!" I heard Ludwig say as he walked into the house. Living with Luddy was the best thing that has happened to me since I was taken as a slave. Luddy is my friend. He doesn't treat me badly, and he doesn't care that I can't do physical labor. Luddy likes me for me.

I dropped the vase of flowers I was holding, and a single tear slid down my cheek. I just realized, maybe this is what Holy Rome meant. I heard footsteps rushing through the house, and then Luddy grabbed me and dragged me off into the bathroom. "You should really be more careful," he said. "Du idiot."

"Mi dispiace, Luddy," I said to him.

"Don't call me that," he said.

"Ve?~ Why not? Luddy and I are friends, so Luddy needs a nickname!~" I told him.

"Ich werde nie verstehen, Feli," Luddy said finishing with the bandages he was putting on my hand.

"That's okay!~ You don't have to understand me!~"