Hello there, 2p axis! Wooooooo. I hope you guys enjoy this story because it will be completed, I am not sure about the gang bang but yeah.
Night fell upon the beautiful wonderland that Feliciano Vargas was in.
The colors of the setting sun were so mesmerizing, Feliciano could not take his eyes off the sunset. That was, until, something else caught his eye. He turned to look at a mirror, it was of his height, except the glass did not show his reflection.
The glass was pure black.
Feliciano's amber eyes just stared into it. He couldn't move, it was like some trap pulling him in. Carefully he walked over and touched the center of the mirror.
That's when Feliciano saw unnatural pink eyes.
Once again he was trapped, those eyes, he couldn't let go. Slowly an arm came out of the mirror, first it was a gloved hand, them the arm which was clad with a tan, long sleeved jacket? It could possibly be just a normal shirt, Feliciano could not be sure of what the article of clothing could be.
Lost in his thought, he did not notice the arm slowly going towards his neck. More and more of the figure was coming out of the black mirror.
"Join the darkness."
Feliciano turned quickly to the left and found himself staring at himself, except it wasn't him. Those pink eyes were cold and a devilish grin played on the lips of the other Feliciano.
"Join the darkness."
This wonderland has just turned into hell.
"Join the darkness."
"No!"
Then there was a thump. Feliciano Vargas was laying on the floor, once again this dream found its way into his sweet sleep.
Lovino Vargas knocked down the door to Feliciano's room. "Bastards! Get away from my brother! He may be weak but I'm not!"
"Good morning, fratello!" The auburn haired boy put on a fake smile that he had been practicing for a while.
"Bullshit, don't give me that 'good morning fratello' crap. If you're not going to tell me what's wrong then fine. Now, get up it's Monday. And Monday means school." A small sigh escaped the older Italian, he had been worried about his younger brother for a while.
Feliciano was not being... Feliciano. His smiles were fake, and he had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. Whatever it is that is bothering the younger Italian will be the end of the poor thing. That didn't sound too good, and Lovino tried his best to get those thoughts out of his stupid head, but he couldn't. They were stuck there, floating around and making him miserable.
Lovino did not know who was more miserable right now, it could have been Feliciano or it could have been himself.
The thing Lovino did know was that, they were both fucked up, especially with all these stupid feelings that were going on between them. It was certainly not correct to have these types of feeling towards each other, they were brothers after all, but the heart wants what the heart wants, does it not? Even so, attraction is a hard thing to leave alone.
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Feliciano Vargas felt so alone. He never really tried making friends, everyone naturally came to him but he didn't dare get close to any of them. He did not need any of those friendships.
Now though, he was feeling the loneliness. Feliciano had no idea why, the answer would come soon enough.
He went to turn around and walked straight into someone, he fell back and everything went black.
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Feliciano woke up and found himself staring at a white ceiling. This was probably the nurses office, he was laying on a white bed thing.
"You are awake?"
Wow was that a thick accent. Feliciano could not make out the accent, this stranger was probably fairly new to the English language.
"Yes."
"Oh, danke Gott. I apologize for any injuries I may have caused you."
Who was this person?
"Ludwig, there you are. I have been looking all over for you."
There went another voice, and accent. Feliciano was getting a headache. He really did not feel like socializing right now, but he put on his most fake smile and walked out to greet the strangers. All he had to do was say 'thank you' for helping him to the nurse and be done with it. He opened the curtain that separated Feliciano from the strangers, and he was surprised when he saw them. They were nothing like the other stupid Americans that he had to go to class everyday. He found them beautiful, and they seemed welcoming, even if the tallest one seemed intimidating, Feliciano could see it in his eyes;there was more to him.
"Hello, I am Kiku Honda, it is a pleasure to meet you," the smaller male bowed. Feliciano was meet with brown eyes that held no emotion, black hair that had a blue-ish tint to it and bangs covered his forehead.
"I am Ludwig Beilschmidt," he held out his hand, Feliciano awkwardly shook his hand. Wow, this guy was very tall;he could possibly be the tallest in the whole school. His blond hair was slicked back and had piercing blue eyes, it was like looking at the Caribbean ocean.
"And you are?" Kiku asked.
"Oh right! I am Feliciano Vargas, I like pasta and pretty ladies!"
Kiku being the talented reader of atmosphere and eyes knew that the smile the auburn hair boy gave them was as fake as the statement he said, except the part about pasta there was more of a ring to it.
"It is our pleasure to meet you Feliciano."
"Where are you guys from? I'm from Italy!"
"I came from Germany."
"Japan was my homeland. I sadly do not remember it very much." (The first thing that came to mind was that he never came out of his house x)
"You guys should grab lunch with me! Both of you are really nice!"
Maybe Kiku and Ludwig could be actual friends. It sounded like a nice idea, maybe he could even confide in both.
Feliciano just felt connected to them, he did not know how, but he felt as if he knew them from somewhere.
Maybe things were going to get better, maybe the dreams could go away, maybe he could stop feeling this horrible feeling called loneliness. At the thought, Feliciano found himself smiling a genuine smile.