A/N: Hello everyone. Just wanted to say that I really hope you enjoy the story. It contains attempted suicide. If anyone is offended by it, message me and I'll delete that part of the story. Attempting to make my writing skills better with this story. Also inner thoughts are in italics. Enjoy it!


"Come and buy some delicious, juicy fruits here." A voice echoed throughout the marketplace.

The Italian town was, as always filled with laughter, singing and odd bits of chit chat. People were so friendly here and always included everyone so nobody felt left out. The sinking of the evening sun bathed the small town in an ambient glow, blending in with the echoes of laughter scattered through the crowds.

"Come on, you know you want these fruits. They are at half price now." The fruit salesman smiled, wiping the sweat off his brow. Italian summers were sometimes unbearably hot.


His face lightened up, as he saw a few more people lining up at his stall. He gave the satisfied customers their fruit in exchange for the money whilst smiling and winking at them. The marketplace seemed unusually desolate today, but at least he made some sales. Seeing all those happy customers gave him a warm feeling inside.

His hazel eyes stared at the blend of red, orange and pink illuminating the sky. The sunset sure was beautiful this evening, closing his eyes. He lost himself as a light, refreshing breeze caressed his face, flowing through his auburn hair. He took off his apron and decided it'll be best to pack up for the evening. Almost every day in the afternoon he set up his stall to sell fruits for a living, often going into the bar afterwards to relax. He took some fruits with him and packed them in a bag to take back home.


In the bar, there weren't that many people there, just a few scattered over the place, but in that small assembly a familiar face caught his eye.

"Lovino, didn't expect to see you here." He smiled to the darker haired man, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Feliciano, hey, take a seat." He slurred, patting at the red velvet stool next to himself. Feliciano just scoffed, sitting down next to him, his brother obviously had way too much to drink.

"How did the sales go?" Lovino asked, but was greeted by a sad face of Feliciano.

"Well..not that good, but I'm sure we'll do better next week, huh?" Feliciano winked, his face once again brightening.

"I hope so, this is why I never got into that stupid business." Lovino said, shaking his head.

"But it's so fun, all the happy customers, you get to meet new people too."

Lovino just rolled his eyes, Feliciano was always the "people" type, he always got along well with pretty much anyone.

"Ok, ok, I'm going back home." Lovino stated, almost stumbling out of his seat.

"I'll walk you home."

"I'll be fine."

Feliciano ignored him, leaving his stool and tried to steady him.

"I told you, I'm fine." He retorted to Feliciano's action, staggering about.

He walked Lovino back home, trying to hold against his struggling.

The warm night, the moonlight hitting on the ground and the stars twinkled. Feliciano raised his head to the sky, smiling at the beautiful stars.

"Hey Lovino? Do you ever wonder how small we are compared to the rest of the universe?" Feliciano asked, still gazing up with the chocolate eyes of his at the stars.

"Not this again." Lovino managed to say.

"But it's true, we are grains of sand compared to the universe." Feliciano commented.

"You didn't have to carry me back home, I'm fine." Lovino said, struggling away from his grip.

"If you say so then."

They finally arrived back home, the door of the small cottage flew open as Feliciano dragged his drunk brother into the nearest bed.

"My my, be careful next time with how much you drink." he said to his worn out brother.

"Ah, shut up, I want a glass of water and sleep."

"Ok, ok, I'll get you one, you rest there." Feliciano soothed, rushing to the kitchen.

He opened the bedroom door to find that Lovino had already fallen asleep; he left the water on the side and headed to bed himself.

But Lovino was wide awake, worried sick about certain circumstances.

He gently lifted his torso from the bed, gripping at his head, reaching for the water which was placed.

His heart was in his throat and his chest felt as though a sledgehammer had hit it and his body was soaked in sweat.

'It must have been the alcohol.' Lovino thought to himself whilst taking a gulp of water, his mouth was as dry as sat up, not knowing what to do, his heart pounded in his ears.

'Gah, I'm overthinking.'

He laid back down, frustrated at his mind for playing such tricks on him. It was obvious something was bothering him; nagging at the back of his head for so long, but he knew he must face the reality of it. But he finally lost the battle to stay awake as his eyes grew heavier and heavier.


"Good morning." Feliciano flashed a smile to his hungover brother, who stumbled into the kitchen gripping his head.

"Good morning, Feli." Lovino replied in a deep voice, looking rather rough.

Feliciano stared at him for a second, a little worried at how his light green eyes were fixed on the floor.

"Everything ok?" Feliciano asked, in a worried tone, a pit forming in his stomach.

"Hmm, yeah."

A tiny voice echoed in Feliciano's head, something screaming in his heart that something was wrong.

"You can always talk to me you know." Feliciano comforted, his lips curving into a small smile.

All he could hear was Lovino sigh like he wanted to release those feelings and ever since his Grandpa died. He had held them in for so long.

He took a deep sigh and started to explain the situation.

"Well, ever since Grandpa died, I've been thinking a lot about him and it just upsets me. I miss him a lot and I'm sure you do too."

Lovino felt himself being pulled into a hug.

"I do miss him, but I know he would not like us to be upset." Feliciano soothed.

"That's not all." He continued. "It's just that when I'm 18, I'll get forced to attend the military, it's obligatory. I just get worried on how you'll cope here on your own."

"But, but." It took a while for everything to process into Feliciano's brain. "That's in a weeks time."

"Yes." Lovino stared down at the floor, as he tried to find the right words for this situation.

"I'll be fine, just do your bit, ok? Trust me." Feliciano smiled optimistically.

"But.." He continued, gripping at his trousers, still looking down. "You know you'll have to do it too, right?"

"Yes, I am aware of that." But Feliciano kept his smile, he always smiled through any situation.

"They'll tear you apart, someone as sensitive as you."

"I'll be fine, it's not yet though anyway." Feliciano comforted "Let's just have some breakfast ok?"

Lovino took a pause, his eyes still fixed on the floor. He then finally nodded.

Much to Feliciano's relief, Lovino relaxed a little throughout the morning hours, until it was time to go back to the market.

"Will you be ok?" Feliciano asked, a little concerned for his distressed brother.

"I'll be fine, I've got distractions."

He got his apron and felt a flutter of excitement, he loved going back there, seeing the crowds and meeting new people. But this time felt different.


Feliciano walked happily towards the marketplace, carrying a little trailer full of fruits. He was feeling really optimistic that today would be a good day for sales, humming to himself almost wanting to skip.

The marketplace wasn't crowded or filled with the same amount of noise as yesterday, but Feliciano tried his luck. It was still too early anyway.

He sighed and started unloading and placing the fruits neatly on the stall and breathed in the fresh air. Today seemed different for some reason, but he shook that feeling off, thinking it was part of his imagination.

"Get your fruits here." The familiar voice of the marketplace once again echoed through the area.


Soon, customers started filling in the market and Feliciano was busy as ever, scrambling on his feet. Walking to and fro and collecting the fruits people wanted from the stand.

He stopped for a break for a while, sipping on a bottle of water, quenching his desperate thirst, his spirits lifted up. He hasn't been that busy in a while and there still is hope of not losing his business.


Not long after his break, he had another customer. He edged forward to serve him. But this particular gentleman caught his eye. He was more stern looking, like it was permanently etched onto his face.

He stared long and hard at the stranger, poking his eyes around and examining him.

'He certainly isn't from around here.' Feliciano thought to himself, his eyes widened when the man opened his mouth to speak.

"Hello? I heard you sell fruits here."

"Oh can speak english? That's an interesting accent. Where are you from?" Feliciano smiled happily at the stranger.

"Oh, sure I'll have some apples please, well I come from Germany." The stranger said, almost like he had recited it.

"Nice, I've always wanted to go there myself, the scenery seems so beautiful." Feliciano packed some apples into a bag.

"Hmm, not as nice as here, it always seems so cheerful and bright." The man smiled which spread to his glistening blue eyes.

Feliciano seemed to forget what he was doing and just got lost into those eyes; they seemed breathtaking.

He snapped out of it and gave the man the fruit in exchange for money.

"Thank you, sir it was nice talking to you." Feliciano beamed.

"And you too, I guess I'll be back here tomorrow." And with that, he stepped away, leaving a sighing Feliciano, who almost collapsed onto the chair.

"What was that about?" He mumbled to himself.


The sales were going much better, as Feliciano expected. Time flowed so quickly, before he knew it, it was time to pack up and head to the bar.

He was absolutely ecstatic with the amount of sales he had processed. He and Lovino would certainly be eating well tonight.

He took off his apron and packed everything away, as like every other day and walked towards the bar. The events of yesterday played through his head over and over infact it was bothering him all day, just projecting in his thoughts. He couldn't bear to see Lovino that unhappy. The emotions of that thought which had been gnawing at the back of his head was building up. Tears flooded his eyes, he could barely see which way he was going, it was all a blur. He decided to let the tears silently flow down his cheeks and entered the bar.


The bar area had a little band playing away in the corner and the sound of chit chat mixed into the gentle classical music. He almost forgot the thoughts crowding his mind.

He sat and ordered a glass of red wine, relaxing at the music and closing his eyes, it certainly was enjoyable. Feliciano reopened his eyes to see something that caught his attention. He stared for a moment to check that he wasn't imagining things. It was that person from earlier, the one Feliciano's eyes got lost his sturdy posture and slicked back blonde hair, gripping a beer in one hand and chatting with some local people. His deep thick accented voice stood out from the crowd who were talking to him. Feliciano was intrigued by this man, he had never met a foreigner from Germany before, he wanted to know everything. Feliciano was the curious type after all.


He stepped up to the German man, heart thumping in his chest after all he seemed quite intimidating with that scowl on his face. He shook his head off that thought. One thing that Feliciano always got taught by his grandpa was "never judge a book by it's cover."

"Hey, it's you." Feliciano greeted to the man's back and broad shoulders.

He turned around to see who was speaking to him, staring at Feliciano with his sky blue eyes.

"Ah, hello. You're the person who sold me those delicious fruits," He smiled.

"Yes, enjoying Italy?"

"Oh, yes very much the people are so friendly and cheerful."

"I'm glad that you're enjoying it, so what's it like in Germany?" Feliciano stuttered nervously, his shyness catching up with him.

"It's got great scenery, but believe me, it's not really as cheery as here."

"So what brings you here anyways?" Feliciano asked, his curiousity overflowing

"I love to come here to relax. You certainly are full of questions, what's your name anyway?" The man grinned, sipping his beer.

"It's Feliciano, what's yours?"

"Ludwig."

"Nice to meet you, Feliciano, and you look very young, how old are you?"

"Thanks, and you too. I'm 17, will be 18 in a few months." Feliciano smiled, but Ludwig's face and eyes saddened.

"You too, huh?" Ludwig finally muttered out. "I'll be 18 soon too, I believe the military here is compulsory, same as Germany."

"Huh? Oh yes, my brother is going there soon too."

"Mhm, be careful ok?"

Feliciano just nodded at the request the stranger gave to him and they continued talking throughout the evening until Feliciano noticed the time.

"I better get back home to my brother."

"Alright then, well I'll be back here tomorrow, I'm here for a couple of weeks anyway." Ludwig shrugged.

"Sure, meet in the bar again after I've finished?"

"Ok, sounds like a deal." Ludwig smirked.

Feliciano walked out the bar and waved to Ludwig.

'He seemed really nice, it's nice to meet new people.' Feliciano thought to himself, as he exited and made his way back home under the clear sky.