Hey, did you know that I'm
always going back in time
Rhyming slang, auld lang syne my dears
through the years
I am the backwards traveller

Ancient wool unraveller
sailing songs, wailing on the moon
and we were sailing song, wailing on the moon
wailing on the moon

Backwards Traveller by Wings

A bright light seeped through the closed eyes of Feliciano. He slowly opened them and sat up. He heard the chirping of the little birds that are flying above him and the buzz of the little bees. He was still half-asleep and yawned before standing up. He sleepily blinked about four or five times before he finally realized that he slept on the grass, under the tree, beside the flower bed, which is in short, at the back of a familiar backyard.

"Ve? Why am I here? I-Is this the old backyard of Roderich? Ow… My head hurts…" Feliciano put his hands on his head hoping that it will stop his head from spinning and lay down again. "Ugghh… It's still a wonder why I am here… I didn't know that Austria kept this backyard the same even after many centuries! " And with that he decided to wander for a bit.

He walked through the trees and gardens. He looked at the walls and the corners of the house as he entered it. He was so confused because the last time he checked, Austria had changed his house arrangement. So why was it like this? Like what he saw centuries ago when he was still living in here?

"I-I… Just don't understand… Is this one of my dreams when I'm drunk? I should've known that I shouldn't drink that much! Ahh! Feliciano Vargas what an idiot you are! If you a—" He was currently tugging his hair but he was suddenly cut off when he saw the deck brush that he always use back then.

"M-my… Deck brush? It's here?! Wh-what is happening? Why is it here? I'm really sure that I gave it to..." He was trying to put the pieces back together when he saw a child running on the living room— A child that was wearing a black outfit with a matching hat.

"Holy Roman Empire!"

Teardrops fell on the floor and no one knew what had happened next.

Lovino did not sleep since that incident. He did not stop from searching for his brother. He began to look for him in the bushes, hoping that he will find him lost his consciousness and all drunk, sleeping in there but there is no one there. He ran to the coffee shop and pounded on the door. He just practically awoken everybody in the neighbourhood and asked them for his brother but they claimed that there are thousands of faces they see every day so how could they remember one specific Italian? This leaded Lovino to scream curses at them all. Italian, Spanish, English, and in every language he know because just one particular language cannot express how much he is worried right now.

No word can describe his brother to him.

That's why he doesn't say nice things to him because he just can't find the words.

Now he can't find the words and he can't find his brother also.

Goddamn it.

Goddamn it all…

He is not crying. Lovino Vargas, the personification of the badass part of Italy, won't be crying.

He wiped his tears and decided to go back to their house. He will just take a bath, take some amount of money, and set an all out search for his brother. He arrived at their house and was almost surprised to see that he had not locked it.

"I can almost see myself panicking and running the hell out of this place to search for him. It's really a good thing that no one decided to go in here. That goddamn Feliciano. "He mumbled while opening the door.

He headed upstairs and took a shower. He got dressed and took some money from his drawer and he also took his car keys. He was ready to go when he heard something on his kitchen.

Could it be a burglar?! Shit! I became too occupied with finding Feliciano! I forgot to check the house!

Lovino hurried downstairs and slowed when he was about to reach the kitchen. He grabbed a vase just in case the burglar charged. He was about to throw the vase at the expected person but he saw no one in the kitchen. He wondered why and decided that he will still check. Maybe the burglar just hid in the cabinets. He walked slowly and cautiously in the kitchen only to trip on something.

"Argh! What the hell?!" He rubbed his forehead that fell first on the floor. He can already feel it bruising. He was about to scream profanities at the one who tripped him but he was shocked to see a crying child in a green dress with a spoon and fork in hand and a plate of pasta wasted on the floor. He looked at his pants and saw some pasta sauce stains and he already knew what happened.

Feeling awkward, he started to reach out for the child but before he can speak, the child already spoke.

"I-I'm so sorry… I didn't mean it! I-I was just hungry s-so I wandered h-here in y-your kitchen… " The poor child said in between sobs and trying to wipe the tears away but to no avail.

"Ugghh… Really? Umm… Okay… I'll just make another after I change my clothes…" Actually, Lovino can't deal with kids. But seeing a child crying like that makes him so guilty. The kid has faults too! But he pitied the child. He knows that he must find his fratello right now but the child needs care too. Maybe he can give the child to the social welfare or some stuff near that.

He offered a hand to help the child get up and the child took it. The kid wears a dress and Lovino can't help to think that it was kind of out of style. It suits the child yes, but a frilly maid dress? Really…

"Hey come on… Don't rub your eyes like that. It'll be red and ugly…" Lovino didn't know if that helped the child but it's true. If the kid kept rubbing, it will be ugly. And so he reached for the kid's hands and took it away from the kid's eyes. The child looked up to him curiously as if asking why.

Lovino was astonished to see the child's face. That face he knew oh-so-well.

"F-Feliciano?"

And with that the wind blew outside as if it was screaming something.