There was no denying that the blonde was an intimidating man, with his stern blue eyes, and muscular frame, the owner of the house was, while handsome, rather frightening in his angry state. Feliciano, used to following orders being the youngest of his family, obeyed the blonde muscular man and quickly scurried out of the house, terrified of the consequences he would face if he did not. He stared at the trees thinking to himself 'Who was that man? Why does he live all the way out here? What am I to do now?". Feliciano knew that running back to the house was not an option, the blonde did not look happy at the thought of him even being in his house, let alone staying. However, Feliciano knew also of the creatures living in the forest. Creatures that took delight upon ripping apart a mortal's flesh and extinct or not, Feliciano knew that there had to be a reason for the 'disappearances' in his village. The summer night was also cold; the Italian knew that he would surly become ill if he stayed in the cold German air all night.
The petite man began to cry, he had no option but to sleep in the wilderness for the night; he had no coat, nothing substantial to warm him except a thin grey jacket handed down from his older brother. Feliciano knew that he was in for a long, potentially deadly night. Feliciano began to break down, to cry, sinking down onto the cold floor littered with the first of the falling leaves. Tears streamed from the Italians eyes, his face wet with the salty water. Crying, Feliciano curled up against a tall oak tree, and simply wept his heart out, his mind filled with pain and worry: 'What am I to do? Will I survive the night? Are my family okay?'. It was at least an hour until the Italian fell into an uneasy slumber.
Feliciano awoke to a hand poking his face. In a panic the brunette shot up, worried that a monster lurking amounts the trees had arrived to devoir him. Had creature of the dead come to devoir his flesh? A witch to curse him forever? Or even a vampire to such the very life out of his blood? However, it was not one of the monsters said to lurk in the forest that awoke him. Instead it was a woman, a maid, the very maid who lived in the mysterious house belonging to the strangely pale blonde.
'Why are you here? Your master kicked me out' The maid, ignoring Feliciano's question, simply gestured for the Italian to follow her before helping Feliciano up by extending a slim arm. The Asian girl with the Italian behind, began to walk through the Forrest; unlike the man behind she showed no fear of the dangers said to lurk behind the trees. Feliciano was confused, the maid girl ignored his flurry of questions and he was not keen on the idea of returning to the strange white house. The owner clearly hated the very site of him. Bad things would surely happen if he were to return. However, when he voiced his objections he received no answer from the maid, she simply gestured for him to continue following her.
Feliciano began to worry, perhaps the strange Asian girl was leading him to a trap, perhaps the owner of the strange white house did not want him in the Forrest? Was this the blondes sick plan? Feliciano began to shake with fear, he was sure that the blonde wanted to expel him from his domain. However, those fears were expelled when he arrived at the small white cottage for the second time in a night, he wasn't being killed, the maid was simply being kind.
After following the girl through the door, Feliciano arrived in the plain sitting room. Doubts began to fill his head like a wildfire, he was certain that the blonde did not want him in his home, he knew that he hated him. But the maid seemed kind, she almost seemed to pity the Italian. Perhaps he was safe? He heard the blonde a voice upstairs a stern voice with a heavy German accent, it was the voice of the owner of the house. He was not happy.
"What do you mean he was all alone! I've been alone for five years! Surely the pathetic man can survive for a night" The voice startled the Italian, he was already fearful of the blonde, he began to contemplate running away. However, the thought of the kind girl routed him to his position on the black sofa, he would have to stay anyway, at least if he wanted to survive.
It was then that he heard heavy footsteps, followed by two people entering the room. It was the owner of the house, followed by the maid. The man began to speak, a spark of anger evident in his eyes. "You may stay tonight, Tonight only". Feliciano nodded his thanks to the blonde, intimidated by his harsh voice and muscular frame. He also nodded his thanks to the maid, he knew that if it wasn't for her he would have been dead.
The maid then pointed the Italian to a room across the hall; the room was a bedroom. Like the rest of the house it was plaining decorated. Furnished with a single bed and a dresser made of a dark, high quality wood. There was a small painting of a young boy, dressed in lavish clothes on top of the dresser. Was it the Blondes child? He shared the Germans strong features and piercing eyes; but surely the man was far too young to have a child? Pushing the thought away, to the back of his mind, Feliciano placed his head on the rather soft pillow, he was safe, at least for the night. The Italian then began to fall into a restful slumber.