Kitty- Wow… just wow… I can't believe so many of you guys read this story. I have to say it really surprised me but I'm also really, really, REALLY happy! Thank you so much for all the reviews, story alerts, author alerts, favorite story's, favorite author's- Thank you, just thank you.
Ok, so some of you had questions, like why things happened in the last chapter. The confusions were with why Spain could see the blood and the whole thing with America and the blood.
To answer the second question it was sort of because, the blood not only represented all the blood that the country's spilled, but also how much they dwelled on what they did, like whether they accepted that they did something wrong or not. Like with America he had sort of accepted what he had done was wrong so he had in a way freed himself from the blood. And the thing with England and that it looked like some of the blood had been washed away by the rain, that was because of the Revolutionary War, which is when he finally really realized all the bad things he'd done. I'm sorry if this didn't really make sense but this was my thinking when writing the chapter…
And the thing with Spain? Well you can take the end in two different ways. One, because of Romano's plea for help allowed someone else to understand what he had to live with or two, that it was actually his blood. If you see it another way cool (I'm actually not really sure either) Also sorry if this doesn't explain anything.
Now on with the last chapter, I hope you like it (this one was harder to write and I know its ooc but it was the only way I could make it work...) and Review again! (lol)
Blood & Lies
Chapter 2
-I Can Hear The Lies-
Feliciano had always been able to hear the lies, the subtle and the glaring. It made Feliciano distant from the world. A smile might always be on his face but all the lies he had heard taught him something important: how to lie.
He didn't just get that awful gut feeling that someone was lying to him. His mind would work like clockwork, taking in all the words. When you didn't mean something you're voice would rise just the tiniest bit, like when you say thank you yet you don't really mean it but you say it out of habit.
Lies coated words like honey, sticky and sweet. Because in reality most of the time the lies seemed better than the truth.
Feliciano had first noticed the lies when he was younger, still under the care of Austria. It had happened when Holy Roman Empire left. He had promised to come back, but his words, though told with a smile, seemed unsure. Years passed by and he still hadn't come back. Feliciano had started to grow up, and he had stated to wonder what had happened to his friend. One day he had gone up to Austria pulling slightly on his sleeve. His question was simple and to the point, 'Is Holy Roman Empire going to come back?' Austria's answer was also simple and quick. 'He will.' And with that he walked away leaving a confused Italy behind. The words spun in the younger countries head; a small voice in the back of his mind saying what he had just heard was a lie. The voice grew louder and louder till it was ringing in his head and ears. LIES it screamed, don't believe the lies! Feliciano fell the floor, his hands covering his ears as if it would help shut up the ear splitting screech. His eyes were wide and his chocked out sobs made his small body shake. The truth hurt, but the lies made the truth hurt even more.
He didn't go up to Austria and ask why he'd lied; instead he pretended to believe him, asking if Holy Roma would be back soon or whether the older country had heard from him. He wanted to see the countries guilt for giving Feliciano false hope. But there was no guilt, just more lies.
More years had passed; it was World War I now. He kept the smile on his face, even as the others lies caused him harm. He had stopped listening to the voice in his head, screaming at him about every little lie. Feliciano didn't care if the voice was telling the truth, He'd rather ignore it and decided for himself what was the truth or not.
He had met Germany, and the voice never ceased to shut up. It was almost like every word that left the Germans mouth was a lie. But Feliciano fell for it anyway, because Germany reminded him of the one person who had never truly lied to him. He fell for those comforting words, even with that not so little voice screaming bloody murder at him.
It wasn't just the voice screaming anymore, it was also Romano. He yelled at Feliciano, called him stupid, called him dense. His brother screamed something about the blood on Germany's hands, but Feliciano just shook his head saying he was lying, though the voice didn't say anything.
The Italian could feel his world start to shatter. He didn't know what to believe anymore, the voice in his head, or the words that left the others mouths. But he was afraid, afraid that the truth would make his world collapse even more.
One day he was sick of it. He couldn't handle the doubt and the mistrust he felt toward everyone around him, even his brother.
"Ve Germany~" He called, pulling on Germany's sleeve just like he had to Austria hundreds of years before.
"What do you want Italy?" He sounded irritated.
"Are you my friend Germany?" He asked, holding onto the sleeve tighter is fear.
"Yes." lies. Lies. LIES! Feliciano gripped the Germans sleeve even tighter, his hair falling into his face. He bit his lip till he could taste the blood. This was the breaking point.
"Germany why are you lying to me?" he asked softly, looking up into Germany's blue eyes. He looked confused.
"Italy what are you talking about?" more lies. Germany knew what he was talking about.
"Why are you lying to me?"
"I'm not-" That's kind of ironic, a lie about lying. Feliciano just smiled sadly as tears started to roll down his cheeks.
"Ve- I trusted you, I thought you would never lie to me." and with that Faliciano walked away.
Feliciano wasn't stupid like most thought. He understood the pains of the world more then most people, because he heard the lies used to cover up that pain.
He truly hoped the voice in his head proved he was insane, because then maybe all of this was just some messed up fantasy he could someday wake up from.
