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"PPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA!" Feliciano Vargas sat on the other end of the table. His amber eyes were open for once, and he had a huge grin plastered on his face. "Are we having pasta? What kind of pasta? Macaroni, fettuccini, spagetti?"
"Itlay, why is it the only time you pay attention is when someone mentions pasta?" Arthur looked at the italian with mild contempt. "Honestly, I don't see why we even invite you to these meetings anymore. You're either sleeping or shouting the name of an American president."
"We can have alfredo, bolognese, antipesto..." Feliciano pressed on, not listening. As usual. He was instead, filling his head with a world of pasta. Macaroni mountains, lasagna boats, and rivers of tomato sauce. Feliciano sprang from his chair. "Pasta! Pasta! Paasstaa!"
"Feliciano, focus! Did you not 'ear moniseur sausage and 'is problem?" Francis had falled into his role of big brother once again and fortunatly, the reminder of Ludwig's problem had (temporarily) snapped Feliciano out of his pasta enduced stupor.
"Whaaatt? Ludwig, you have a problem? Can't you just beat it up?" Feliciano was shocked. After all, Ludwig was always helping him with his problem. He was big, and strong, and scary. Whatever this problem was it had to be huge. "Is it worse than the time you found out I was'nt a box of tomatos fairy?"
"Ja, It's vorse. Sinse, unsuprisingly, you veren't paying attention I vill say this again. A piece of Germany has seceded," Ludwig quickly shot a warning glance at Francis. "Und is now calling themselves The New Holy Roman Empire." He finished with a sigh, just talking about the secession made him feel tired, and worse, weak.
"Feliciano, if I remember correctly, you used to work in the old 'Oly Roman Empire's house, no?" Francis peered curiously at Feliciano over the top of his wine glass.
Feliciano looked, what the others assumed was, thoughtful. "Si. I sure did..." His voice trailed away at the memories of working in Holy Rome's house. Flashes of the blonde haired boy raced through his head. "Veee-"
"Feliciano? Dude?" Alfred knocked on Felicianos head. "Yo, you're spacing out again bro. Snap out of it." Feliciano shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the image of Holy Rome's blue eyes, glistening slightly with tears, as he waved goodbye.
"I promise I will come back to you Feli!" Holy Rome called over his shoulder as he walked behind the leaving wagons and horses.
"I will wait for you Holy Rome! No matter how long it takes, I will wait!"