Hello, everyone. I welcome you to my first fanfiction that I have ever written to the first fandom I have ever been so psyched about to the point where I've written one. XD I apologize for any repetition of words, for I am a self-taught writer. Reviews are very well appreciated. If you wish, I will continue the series after its supposed end I have made for it before.

I hold no rights to these characters. They all belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.


In the middle of an early October morning, Feliciano woke up in his home country of Italy. It was a typical for him, but a small part was a little different to him. He had this friend in Germany named Ludwig, and they were rather close compared to most people. Their siblings (to be honest, only the Italian's older brother) did not really accept their friendship, however. Despite that, the two remained friends for a long time.

However, the German had recently gone missing and hadn't said a word to him. Well, to be more correct, Ludwig had been missing for months. Feliciano's brother, Lovino, wasn't really worried about him. To be more accurate, he hated him with a burning passion that could likely burn anything worse than England's cooking. It was rather odd, due to the older Italian hating the male even when he hadn't met him. The younger brother, however, saw he was a very kind and strong male. however, it could be possible that his relationship with him could somehow go farther than anticipated.

"Ve," Feliciano said as he looked out the sunny window adjacent from him, a worried, yet tired look on his face, even though his eyes were closed most to all of the time. "I wonder if Ludwig is really okay," he said to himself. Surprisingly, his hopes for seeing the German again hadn't faded through the immense absence of his best friend. Little did the childish, happy-go-lucky Italian know what had happened to Ludwig.

In a hidden room of a known home in a close country, A male figure was hidden in a room consumed by darkness, with not a single trace of light to be seen except for some candles on two small tables across from each other. The man was stuck in thought, and it showed in his bright blue eyes that still weren't visible in the black nothingness.

Ludwig had endured something terrible that had caused him to stay in this place for some time now. He had even isolated himself from his brother, Gilbert, after it happened. As thoughts ran though his head, scaring and confusing him, he slowly brought one of his hands to the side of his neck. He could not believe he had let it happen. his skin was pale, and his canines were larger than a normal humans. What had occurred changed his life forever, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The question was, though, was how Feliciano could react if he found out. The Italian was his only friend, and couldn't risk losing him. However, it seemed like he was actually-

"Nein," he said to himself in a thick accent from his country. " That can't be possible." Unfortunately, he couldn't deny it. However, how could he tell him, especially in his state? Would he lose him?

Feliciano was downstairs in his kitchen, eating a fresh plate of pasta. Pasta was his favorite food, and he didn't care about what the time was. It was sort of the same with his brother, but the food was different; Tomatoes.

Feliciano wasn't eating much of his food, which showed he was already stuck in thought. He was extremely concerned for Ludwig, and wanted to try and find him.

"Maybe Gilbert knows where he is," he said to himself. Even though his eyes were closed, a look of concern was still on his face. The German's absence greatly worried him and wondered just where he was, and if he was even alive.

His brother walked by, grabbing himself a plate of food before walking near where Feliciano sat. As he walked, he saw the emotion on his face, and could easily tell what he was thinking.

"Fratello, you need to forget about that potato bastard." Lovino said, immediately showing his foul language and his dislike for the German. " The damned guy would be long gone by now unless he somehow is in the fucking hospital, battling against a coma."

"Ludwig can't be dead!" Feliciano suddenly said as he suddenly stood, and turned his head to blindly gaze at his brother. Already, tears were beginning to form in his closed eyelids as sadness overwhelmed the concern on his face.
Lovino sighed. "You still think he's really alive?"

Feliciano nodded.

Another sigh escaped from the older Italian's mouth as the giant dsrk brown curl at his right side of his bangs twitched in annoyance as his hazel eyes showed the same expression.

"Just why the hell do you want him alive so badly?" he asked.
Feliciano's reply was definitely something you would hear him say, but the tone in his voice made it seem like it was much more than anticipated.
"Because he's my friend, and I don't want to lose him."

Lovino's eyes suddenly widened when he heard his brother say those words. Obviously, even though Feliciano never intended it, he had taken it the wrong way. " Are you fucking serious!?" he yelled. This, however, confused him.

"Ve," Feliciano began. "What do you mean?"

Lovino mentally face palmed himself when he heard this. Obviously he hadn't meant it that way. Feli was too innocent to mean it like that. "Never mind," he said. "Anyway, I seriously doubt that potato bastard is alive. If he was, his jackass of a brother would have-"

Suddenly, the sound of the house phone sounded loudly nearby. This caused Feliciano to suddenly jump out of his chair. Suddenly, hope began to come to his face. Could it be him?

Quickly, the younger Italian quickly ran to the nearby house phone, and quickly stared at the number for a quick second; It was the German's number. This brought a wide smile to come to his face. So he really is okay., he thought. Grazie, Dio.

Immediately, Feliciano answered the phone and began to suddenly ask questions to who he thought was Ludwig.

"Oh, thank goodness you're okay, Ludwig." was how it all began. "Ludwig, where are you? Why haven't you talked to me? Did something happen?"

"Calm down, Feli, it's Gilbert," said on the other line. So it was the German's brother? This brought a frown to his face.

"Listen, Feli," the Prussian began, " something is seriously off with mein bruder, and it is getting way too unawesome for me to handle. The guy has been cooped up in one of the rooms upstairs and I never see him come out, at least during the day. It's really unawesome, and unlike him. To add to that, it's flat out weird as hell."

There was a pause.

"Anyway, I was calling to ask if you could come over to talk to the guy. You are usually able to talk to the guy, so-"

"Si," Feliciano suddenly said as the smile returned to his face. "I'll get there as soon as I can." And with that, he gave his friend a quick goodbye before hanging up. Then, realizing he hadn't bothered to put any pieces of clothing over his boxers before he had woken up, he headed for his room to change. He heard his brother yell after him, demanding to know why he was in a hurry as Feliciano changed into a casual outfit when he reached his room. After this, he quickly put on his shoes, still hearing his brother continue to yell, and headed for the front door.

"Ciao, fratello," Feliciano yelled as he grabbed the doorknob. "I'll be back soon!" As he said those words, he quickly turned the knob, opened the door, and ran out, closing the door behind him.

"H-hey!" Lovino yelled, but it was too late. His brother had already left to go talk to Ludwig; Something he wanted to do for a long time.