Dee speaks: I honestly have no idea what I did with this fic, many apologies. I'm heartbroken and miserable. Sorry (I don't care but I'm saying sorry anyways if I wasted your time lol.) As for the language, grammar and everything else, this isn't beta'ed and I google translated all of the translations. I know nothing, sorry! Feel free to correct me hihi.
Little to zero research done on this fic. Again, feel free to correct me. Phew this took so long to be posted! Hopefully I can post more of this…
No Ownie!
Recommended Songs to listen to while reading (because song porn):
• Somewhere Only We Know – Lily Allen
• American Pie – Don Mclean
• Kimi no Shiranai Monogatari (The Story You Don't Know) – Supercell
• Smile - Mikky Ekko
• Not About Angels - Birdy
Some songs have unrelated meanings, but I mostly listened to the melody sorry! ^ J ^
PS: Reuploaded from AO3, this is my OCD speaking.
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"Last words are always harder to remember when no one knows that someone's about to die."
― John Green , Looking for Alaska
As Feliciano Vargas takes a step out of the train station, it takes a minute for him to realize that this place isn't Rome, not at all. Immediately, the white flags begin to wave –quite enthusiastically –in his brain or head, whichever for some absurd reason.
He stares for a minute.
He stares some more.
And he feels the tears bubbling up to his eyes.
Lovino is most definitely going to ground him when he gets home –which was terrible because he just recently gained freedom from his elder brother. For the first time in months, Feliciano gets to go out without his brother watching him like a hawk.
(It was cute to see his squawking about him like a mother hen, but then again, this might be one of his worse accidents, but it's not like he remembers any and so he perishes the thought.)
His Fratello sent him to Venice –which, according to his beloved brother is the city of his childhood (although his brother had not implied if he had grown up there as well.) In all honesty, his brother only shooed him out of the house because his friend –Antonio, was it? –was visiting and he didn't want Feliciano to bother the two of them while catching up.
("From Stazione di Venezia Santa Lucia, take a train to Rome. The faster one, you dimwit! Stazione di Venezia Santa Lucia, to Rome, don't ever forget that, Feli! Make sure to be home before dinner." his brother had told him.)
Normally that would be suspicious to Feliciano –he wasn't that thick –but he grabbed the only chance to go off on his own without any attempt of restraints from his brother and chaperoning him like he's a child.
And maybe he was also a tad bit interested to see the city he grew up in. But if we're gonna be honest, Antonio didn't seem to be just a friend... his brother wasn't exactly subtle but maybe the reason why he asked him to leave was because Lovino doesn't know how Feliciano will react.
(Of course, Feliciano doesn't mind. And he could get amnesia all over again and he still won't mind.)
And so he gathered all his newly bought art materials (courtesy of Lovino), kissed his dear brother goodbye and took a train to the city of Venice. It was truly a beautiful city, and he spent the duration of his day sightseeing, sketching the sceneries and the locals and filling up the pages of his sketchbook –and later lamenting over it when there were no pages left.
The place called out to his soul –to his heart. Maybe his brother wasn't lying when he said that this was where he grew up because for some unexplainable reason, Feliciano felt more comfortable here than he ever did in their house at Rome. In the lovely city of Venice, all of his insecurities had evaporated, replacing it with security, reassurance, and peace of mind.
Like all the questions he had were answered. Ever since he woke up, he felt so lost, he didn't know his name, his identity. Nothing. It was like walking around in the dark and no clue where you are going, but in Venice, he was found.
He was found, but he has not found. The memories didn't return.
It wasn't enough –Venice gave him a peace of mind, but never contentment. There was something missing –he still felt incomplete. Like he belonged in a place somewhere else –Venice was just a missing fragment of his memories, a reminder of an important part of his persona –his beloved childhood. He could embrace the nostalgic feelings this place sparks in his heart but he could never be satisfied with it –it didn't feel right.
And so he cried –shedding tears for the missing, realizing what he had lost and from the overwhelming emotions waving through him and how he can't comprehend it all. He can't remember what they were, only that they were dear to his heart.
Venice will always be a part of him, but his heart belonged somewhere else.
Feliciano shakes himself from recounting the earlier events and tells himself to focus on the matter at hand. He also tries not to cry, because that would be an idiotic thing to do -even if the salt stings his eyes, why? He's sure there's a way to get home from here.
He looks around and notices that he is in Germany, (and after asking around) specifically in Munich. (He notes that German people are quite scary but very helpful in giving directions.)
How did he even get this far? Who winds up in another country while going home? He doesn't know how he got here. One moment he's in Venice train station and now he's here. The time gap was so long to wave it off as a sheepish, 'whoops, my mistake!' and as 'I was lost in thought while buying tickets.'
How to get home from Munich? Does he need to leave the station? Although that's a good place to start, his mind cheers to him so he stands up and looks around. Since he got here via train, he thought that he should buy a ride back to Rome. Plain and simple, right?
Feliciano smiles to himself for being able to clear his head and making such a good progress.
"I should buy a ticket now, ve!" he says to himself happily.
Later, he is sobbing while his brother sternly scolds him, before hugging each other tight – because he scared Lovino half to death and Feliciano's grounded again. Feliciano smiles knowingly when he asked about Antonio and his brother flushes red and chokes on his water.
But all's well that ends well.
