Feliciano felt himself fall through the roof of a building. His body was in agony but his voice was hoarse from screaming.
He heard a gasp and a flutter of warm breath on his hand. A pile of moss coloured tiles and pipes covered him. His back ached and he felt foreign objects Pierce his remaining wing. He felt the pressure on his chest and body lessen as the. Pile was removed. Soon he was free of the debris and suddered against the cold breeze that filled in from the hole in the roof. He kept his eyes shut as something wrapped around his body, eclipsing his entire being. The italian angel felt himself being laid down on a slab. He remained still as he felt a gust of wind pass him and return moments later. Feliciano felt something begin to cover his arms, hiding his probable wounds from visiblity. Then the physical presence pushed him futher onto the slab. He felt his wing being lifted onto the cool suface.A few minutes later he internally screamed as something was unceremoniously ripped from the wing. He felt cool material wrap around his wing, gentle hands grazing the wing every so often.
The angel lay there for what seemed like an age before he felt a thicker material wrap around him. He felt himself being lifted from his left side so his wing had more room to move. He felt his a parent saviour remove one if his hands to open something and felt a gust of wind blast at his face. The figure carrying him adjusted the blanket and he felt warmer instantly. The person carried him for about half an hour before once again removing his hand and moving a barrier. He heard a door slam and felt the figure carrying him move acend stairs. After a few minuted he felt himself being lowered onto a soft bed. What he felt as blankets were pulled up around him. Warmth flooded though him and he drifted off into a painless sleep. But he didn't feel the presence leave until at least 4. Hours later. He heard a manly voice grunt as his saviour stood and seemingly left the room. Only then did the Italian opened his eyes, castining his gaze around the small room he now seemingly inhabited. A large window covered the wall at the foot of the bed, overlooking a large clearing. A chair sat next to the bed. Finding his strength. He pulled himself from the confinds on tne bed and limped his way out of the door, using the wall as support. As he neared the stairs, he caught the scent of burning meat enter his nostrils. He limoed down the stairs and followed the scent to a large open room.
A man stood at the counter, his back facing the Italian. He was tall and muscular and had slicked back hair. He stumbled into the kitchen,starting the man, who spun around, his blonde eyes trapping his own golden-hazel in their place. Stopping only to turn the stove off the tall man started towards him.
"Who are you?" His own voice came forth, scratchy and hoarse. The man lifted his gaze as he replied.
"I am Priest Ludwig Beilschmit . And yourself?" The reply came, a thick german accent.. The italian began ti feel himself being drawn back to the. World of unconcioisness, dizziness swarming over him. He began to fall and was caught bye the strong german. He tilted his head upwards and replied, his voice shaking.
" Feliciano Vargas... the Angel of Life and Death." He felt his vision fade and drew himself back into the cold white world of unconciousness, leaving the priest with a dumfounded expression.
He woke up in the bed, surrround ed by the warmth of the blankets. The Curtis were drawn, plunging the room into darkness. Feliciano squirmed uncomfortably in the bed, making the bedsprings cringe and whine in protest. Footsteps padded down the hallway and the door opened, revealing the German Priest with a concerned look on his face. A large hand lightly pressed against his forehead. The Italian angel attempted to sit up, but another large hand pushed him down.
"Please rest Angel. You need rest." But Feliciano did not want to rest. He pulled himself from the bed and onto the floor. The german sighed and pulled the Italian up by the arm gently. He hefted the angel up into his arms and exited the room. ludwig headed to the bathroom, where a steaming bath sat. Ludwig rested the boy on the chair in the corner, that he had placed there earlier and began to unwrap the bandaged, littering his body. The german pulled away the rest of the angels tattered robe and sat it aside. He then unwrapped the wing and cringed at the sight of the dried blood on the feathers. He lifted the now nude young man off the chair and into the bath, his face right red in embarrasment. When the other males lower body was submerged beneath the water, he pulled a cloth from the side ,lathered it up with soap and began to scrub the boy's arms , back and chest, carefully as to not reopen wounds. He moved onto the wing and lightly lathered it with soap before grapping a nearby jug and poured the warm water ower the wing. In his attempt to help, Feliciano extended his wing, grimacing as he did. Soon the once clear bath water was a rich red colour, with a sliver of silver running through it. Ludwig reached over and emptied the bath, before grabbing the shower head and spraying the angel with water to wash away the remainder of the blood.
The german Priest wrapped the angel in a blue towel before hefting him from the bath. The German had pulled out a set of clothes that had once belonged to his brother and had found a smaller pair of boxers for the italian. The German placed the Angel onto the seat before patting down the boy's body. Bruises littered his arm's and cuts patterned over his legs. The Italian pulled the boxers on and attempted to get changed. Ludwig approached him with a pair of scissors, stoping only when Feliciano whimpered. He held his hand out for the shirt and the Italian reluctatly gave it. The German cut the back of the shirt out and fashioned a apron like shirt that tied at the back to allow his wing to be free. He set the scissors down and walked over to the Angel. He had the angel put his arms through the sleeve and tied it at the back.
The priest grabbed the nearby hairdryer and began to blowdry the angels hair. He left the wing, because he knew that it would take longer to dry. The Italian pulled the loose pants on and attempted to stand. He felt lost without his other wing. Like half of his heart was missing. The German helped him out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the kitchen where the smell of herbs filled the air. He was lowered onto a chair situated at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Ludwig pulled two plates out of the cupboards and served the simple meal of garlic bread and mashed potato. The Italian ate slowly, his hands shaking, whilst the german ate faster, watching him from the corner of his eye. When they had both finished, the German collected the plates and helped the italian into the living room where the now clean and washed bandages sat.
Ludwig re-wrapped the boys arms and legs and his wing before moving the boy to the patio overlooking the town below. Sitting the Italian in the other chair, he poured some water before sitting down himself.
"You have questions I presume?" The German asked, his eyes never leaving the small village below. A gentler wind bristled over the town, leaving the grass bent slightly. The ground was muddy and morning deu covered the flowers nearby, in the neat garden. Feliciano looked over at him.
"Where am I?" Was his first question. The Priest tore his gaze from the village to look at the Italian Angel.
" This is the Village of Crosi, on the very southern coast of England. Its relatively small." Ludwig told him briefly, taking a sip of water as he did so.
" Why did you Save me?" Feliciano asked, his eyes meeting Ludwigs. Ludwig appeared to think for a minute before replying.
" Throughout school we are taught that should you fall from the heavens, death will follow behind. When you crashed through the ceiling, I knew something was definately wrong. You had to be saved, It is written in the priests code of honor." Ludwig said quickly. Feliciano looked unconvinced. It was something the Angel had learned over the years. Souls lied constantly. It was easy to see that the man in front of him had lied. Something puzzled him though. He could remember almost every soul he had met or created. But he could not remember making or meeting the Germans before.
Feliciano was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of boots comming up the nearby footpath. The Priest stood and approached the side gate. The German returned a few minutes later , a scowl on his face as a bubbly man followed him. He had unusually white hair and piercing red eyes that startled the Italian into hiding. Feliciano's first reaction was fright. Such a man was obviously a demon. In a split second the Italian had shot to his feet and moved to the corner, hidding himself as much as he could. He pulled his wounded wing in front of him, wincing as it moved slowly in front of him. The apparent demon had stopped walking when he saw the huddled form in the corner. Ludwig moved in front of the village mason, as he watched the mason's hand fly to the hammer on his belt.
"Don't bruder. He's ok. Its The Angel of Life and Death." Ludwig said as he moved over to the Italian. He moved his hand onto the wing, lightly patting it. The wing pulled back slightly, to reveal a frightened, teary angelic face. Upon seeing Ludwig the Angel wing pulled back completely. The german guestured for the albino man to approach them. The Priest gently slid his arms under the angels knees and lifted him up , positioning his other arm behind his back, essentially holding him bridal style. The other man approached him, whispering something to the other german in their language, guesturing to something on the wing. Looking down at the wing, he spotted blood seeping through the bandages.
The other man opened the door as Ludwig walked into the house with the angel in his arms. The Albino had left the room to get more bandages. Ludwig deposited the Angel onto the couch and moved to the wing, hands moving automatically. The other germanic returned to the side of the priest handing him a bundle of bandages before stepping back and plopping himself down on the couch.
When the german had re-wrapped the wing, he moved to the laundry and placed the bandages in hot water, watching the water change to a deep red, with the silver lining again.
Moving back into the room, Ludwig's eyes went wide. On the floor by the couch was Feliciano, Gilbert standing over him. A Grey orb hovered between them, taking the shape of a older version of the Italian, but with a huge scowl on his face and the curl facing the other way.
The two Italians exchanged words before the older one disappeared. Ludwig crossed the floor, hefting the Italian into his arms again. The Italian had fainted. Grumbling something in german to the other man, he went upstairs and gently deposited the younger male under the covers. He heard the pipes rattle with the flow of water and went back down stairs, only to be confronted with a less than amused brother
"Explain!" The other German demanded. Sighing , the younger German explained the Angel upstairs.
Authors note!: Thanks for reading guys and Gals! Sorry for the wait! Ive been doing a bridging course for uni! Imma Soooo Sorry!
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