Hey yall hope you all enjoy this next chapter. It brings in more about a few other characters! But tell me who do you want to see show up? And which alternets would be the the most intresting to read about? I want to hear your thoughts! I'll leave you with a quote that I think sums up the story.
"According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves." - Plato, The symposium
Sure Flavio had seen him before, but never like this, never with as much interest. Ever since his brother's intense infatuation with his other, Flavio thoughts were plagued with what his own other self could be like. Luciano said at their last meeting, interacting with these other people could be good for their ragtag group of misfits. That when the blackest of darkness meet the most intense light, its something wonderful, not exactly in those words however. Here before Flavio he saw it; he was walking down a small country road that must have been a town in southern Italy, on the other side. He was ravishing, dark hair, sharp green eyes, a peaceful gaze that looked foreign on his face. He was small and lean and beautiful, intoxicatingly so. Flavio couldn't find the words to speak only managing a quick, 'wait'. The other stopped and looked his way a scowl now in place and a look of shock in his eyes. Flavio wanted to speak, tell him how radiant he was but as his mouth opened to utter these words, a tan hand was held up and the other shook his head, before continuing on his way, taking his beauty with him and even as he rejected any sort of contact with Flavio, he was still something to behold.
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Flavio didn't go back to sleep after that dream, it left him slightly nervous, he hasn't been this nervous since, he can't remember, living with Luciano will that do that to you. It was later that night when he tried to get a better understanding of these dreams. They were at dinner, his brother attempted to make pasta, something Flavio know he did because Feliciano cooks, Luciano wants to as well, he wants to be as perfect as he thinks his other self is, Flavio is sure in time he will do things to be as perfect as that angel from his dreams. The food turns out less than desirable, but the blonde won't say anything.
"What's he like?" Luciano was in mid cringe as another fork full went down his throat when the question was asked. His magenta eyes regarded his brother suspiciously.
"Why" Luciano received only a shrug in response, he wasn't in the mood to fight with his brother "He's kind" Luciano finally said after a moment. He wouldn't go any further then that; his brother didn't need to know any more. Flavio nodded as thoughts from his dreams continued to circle in his conscious mind.
"We should talk to the others again" Flavio finally said. Luciano had brought them together a while ago to demand they talk to these other people. Needless to say the nations didn't react well, no they didn't outright refuse, no one refuses a command made by Luciano, that spells death, not that nations can die, but they can hurt. Since Feliciano hadn't reported any of his friends having odd dreams, one can only assume their nations didn't take the order very seriously, or Feliciano wasn't very good at espionage. Luciano nodded, pushing away from his chair, sending a mass text to all the nations before grabbing his coat.
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"So you think meeting our others is a good idea!" Ludwigs shocked blue hues watched Feliciano cheerfully nod his head, this wasn't Feliciano's first dumb idea, his idea to take everyone to Disney world was on the top five, but this by far was the stupidest. How could he possibly think meeting those strange, vindictive, evil people in their nightmares, was a good idea, unless. "You talk to him don't you" Ludwig frantically stood up from his seat, in the kitchen making his way to Feliciano who was, of course, cooking some pasta.
"Si, I do, every night he's-" The blonde gripped Feli's upper arms shaking him, maybe a little too much, stopping the flow of words, his auburn locks flying every which way.
"Feliciano they are dangerously violent, how can you not see he is just using you, are you to naïve to-" His anger induced rambling stopped as something cold hard and metal was flung at his head. Releasing his grip he took a few steps back, glancing at the ground, he noticed it was a spoon, looking back up he took in a rare sight, angry Feliciano.
"You don't know anything about Luciano! He is extremely nice to me, and you-" He clenched his fists as tears started rolling down his cheeks. "You just don't understand!" Ludwig watched wide eyes as Feliciano ran out of the house, he cried the whole way. He returned to his home in Venice two hours later, collapsing on his couch in tears, this happened a lot when he spoke out of the people from there dreams. Others would ridicule him and worse, ridicule the one his heart truly went out too. He hugged the throw pillow tightly as his cries grew into sobs.
"Oh Luciano" He bubbled out. "I wish you were here" The name continued to fall from lips as he drifted to sleep.
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"Luciano, what's wrong" Flavio asked as his brother went rigid, planes never scared him, nothing scared him. But he was nervous staring forward, as if hearing something no one else could. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally shook his head and settled back in his seat.
"I am just tired," He looked too startled to relax let alone sleep, his body was too stiff, eyes shifting from side to side and breathing was shallow, but nevertheless they slid closed and in no time he was actually asleep.
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Luciano found him by a tree in a field, knee pulled to his chest weeping. It just about broke his heart to witness that eternal sunshine that was Feliciano Vargas cry.
"Feliciano" His voice was soft as possible as he knelt onto one knee placing a hand on the others back. Brown, tear filled eyes peered up at his for one heartbreaking moment, and then they were gone as then they were hidden from Luciano has Feliciano's head was buried in his chest.
"Oh Luciano" He cried. Luciano lowered himself onto his knees, wrapping his arms around Feli simultaneously rubbing circles comfortingly on his back, hoping to never see his bubbly self cry again.
"I can't be here long, I am on a plane to England, and my brother are I are going to try to convince the others to meet." Luciano let out a breath when Feli tears ceased. "Flavio" He went on hoping it was doing some sort of good. "Saw your brother, in his dream. He called out to him, but-" He felt Feli nod as if fully knowing how his brother reacted.
"I'll talk to him" He sniffed lifting his head, a small smile on his face. The last thing Luciano saw as he faded away.
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Blinking his magenta eyes open, the world and his brother came to focus just as the plane landed. He's amazed their world still had planes with the numerous terrorist attacks in their world, but I guess civilians were that stupid. They made their way to the gate of the gothic style castle, very fitting, if you new Oliver well enough.
"Come in" Oliver sang as the two approached. "The others are already here!"
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"Lovino" Feliciano called as he closed the door to his brother's house in Rome.
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"It seems to be working for Luciano!" Kuro laughed, leaning back in the large chair, receiving a scowl for Luciano. The room they were gathered in was dark, only lit with candles and the fireplace in the back wall, which was dimming as the night progressed. Bookcases lined the walls, filled to the brim with reading material. With Victorian style sofa and chairs scattered about.
"I don't want to meet another me," Matt muttered from his chair. Like everyone else he had seen this person, and, like everyone else, was thoroughly captivated by him, but to actually meet the cute kid from his dreams, he just couldn't do it.
"You guys aren't listening!" Flavio shouted, he rarely got involved in meetings like this, but the matter was more important now, he shot a look to Luciano who was leaning back agents a wall, twirling his knife waiting, that's how it goes. They would listen to him, they always did, he struck fear into their hearts, but he always waited to throw the knife. Flavio asked once why he did it 'to make them think they have control' he responded with a smirk, Flavio was unsure if anyone actually thought they had control but it worked regardless.
"We don't even know what they are like" Francois pointed it out in his signature monotone.
"Well we can figure that out right quick" Oliver chirped skipping over to Luciano and grabbing his head with both hands, bringing him down to the red heads shorter height. Unsurprisingly a knife was quickly pressed to his neck. "Tucker down, mate, I'm just getting in contact with your, as you would call it, Altri" He giggled at his terrible accent causing Luciano and Flavio to cringe.
"What do you mean getting in contact with him?" He barked glaring at Oliver. The Englishmen laughed again.
"Cool yourself, I won't hurt you precious little one, he won't even know it's happening" And with that Oliver closed his eyes stretched out his arms, flexed his hands. A transparent cloud of dark smoke formed in the center of the room. It circled and danced as a distorted image cleared itself. There he was, entering a door, calling out for his brother.
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"What the hell is it?" Feliciano heard as he sighed to himself following the voice to the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?" He asked quietly. Lovino looked at his brother questions swirling his green pools, Feliciano was acting strange.
"Yeah okay" Lovino finally said, handing his brother the ladle for him to finish the sauce.
"So" Feliciano finally said after a while. "I talked to Luciano today" The older Italians tensed at the words.
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Luciano starred wide-eyed at the scene as the little angel that had entranced his thoughts for the last few months, said his name with such fondness. Unknowingly he took slow steps closer.
"He said" The voice rang out in the silent room. "His brother tried talking to you last night" Lovino stilled, before seeming to relax.
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"He did, what about it?" He wouldn't turn around from his task of cutting vegetables. The younger Italian fidgeted with his hands, muttering his next words
"Well you refused the gesture, I just wanted to know-"
"Feliciano" Lovino cut him off finally turning around. They stared at each other for a moment, both trying to understand the others thoughts
"Just tell me why? Why won't you talk to Flavio?" When he did speak Feliciano practically begged. Lovino puffed out his slightly red cheeks, eyes narrowing in defense.
"Because I don't want anything to do with them! Can't you see they're no good Feliciano?" He marched closer, causing the other to take a step back. "If you were smart you would stay away from that monster you think is a friend" And with that Lovino swiveled on his heel and went back to his food. Feliciano just stared in awe for a moment, not really amazed Lovino won't do it, his brother was a tough nut to crack, always had been, but for the fact that it was second time today Luciano and his nations had been wrongly judged. Finally his fists clenched his brown eyes filled with tears for the second time that day mirroring his actions from earlier with Ludwig.
"Your wrong!" His voice was stern and angry, under other circumstances, it could have been considered amusing. "Luciano is not a monster! He needs me! They need us! Why can't you see? We need them too" The last words were whispered, almost as if Feliciano himself needed to hear them more than anyone else. Lovino was gripping the counter top so hard his knuckles were turning white from the pressure but he stayed firmly planted. Finally Feliciano stormed out, leaving the house.
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That night Flavio saw him again this time in a park sitting on a bench looking, head in hands distraught. He took him in for a moment; his sheer beauty was breathtaking. With a sigh casting his eyes down, he made to go back the way he came.
"Wait" The voice, sounded close. Turning around, he noticed Lovino was now behind him, his typical scowl in place and hands on his hips but his eyes looked unsure. "Feliciano thinks I should talk to you, I don't think-" He paused eyeing his other self before continuing. "I won't lose my brother over something so stupid. He wants us to talk, so talk" Flavio was captivated in silence; this magnificence was before him, asking for presents, and he wasn't sure how to proceed. Deciding to just put his best foot forward and be himself, he let a charming smile grace his cheeks.
"Of course tesoro shall we sit?"
Okay...yeah...Olivers house is dark and gloomy...but... its to reflect the truly terrifying and violent parts of Oilver. And to contrast his personality.
Yes I realise Flavio seems kind of in love with Lovi, even though Lovi kind of hates him. Hes not in love, not yet, just vary captivated by the bright energy that comes from the 1ps even including Lovino. But I think there cute!
Like the quote from above essentaly the two halves are drawn together to be complete. Some fall in love other become best friends, some just work amazingly together, but that is essentally what is happening. The 1ps are drawn to there others as well, but because there frightened by there 2ps, most thinking there only dreams anyways, they tend to stay away from them.
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