There is only light, encasing and enveloping him. He can hear a voice, soft in the background, whispering words like magic, telling him about warmth and kind holds. Luciano twists away, trying to get away from the voice coming closer. He doesn't need that. He tries to run away but he's stopped by bright honey colored eyes.
Luciano sits up straight gasping for breath and twisting out of the bed to land on the floor with a thump. He scrambles to his feet and backs into the wall. He glares down at the blankets spilling onto the floor, his thoughts racing for what could have happened to him, sleeping so openly in an unknown place. He snaps his eyes to the door when it opens. Feliciano is there looking worried then relieved when he spies Luciano awake.
"I heard a noise, are you okay?" He asks stepping into the room. Luciano backs away from him still unsure of his position. Feliciano pouts slightly.
"Ah I made breakfast if you want any," He offers before skipping out of the room. Luciano drops to the floor. Even though he just slept he's exhausted. His mind travels back to his dream. The words, in Oliver's voice, are ringing in his ears. He grits his teeth. That's what this is, some sort of spell to send him somewhere else, to get rid of him. A new world. Somewhere we is not in power. He takes a deep breath to control his anger. He will just have to find a way back on his own.
He pulls himself up off the floor, finding random clothes that fit him among the masses laid out on the dresser. He opens the door to find Feliciano there with glass of water. He hands it to Luciano with a smile. With a soft glare Luciano takes it, following the other out of the room, anger now seething through at seeing a version of himself acting to aloof and happy. He has enough sense to know what kind of world Oliver sent him to.
He's disgusted at the sight. He's nothing like Feliciano. They are damn near opposites. Smiling, weak, taking his country and turning it into something he can't stand. He hates how this person has the nerve to call themselves North Italy. It doesn't sit right with him. It annoys him immensely. In his momentary flare of emotions he nearly trips Feliciano down the stairs.
Instead he only trips half way down. Feliciano lands on his back with a whine. He rubs at his head and the front door opens. Luciano freezes when the people just enter the house and his mind is spinning at the intruders.
"Ah Ludwig!" Feliciano smiles brightly, pulling himself up and throwing his arms around the tall man's shoulders. Luciano glares from the shadows, taking a sip of the water, slightly hoping it's poisoned. This Ludwig, he assumes, is an opposite to Lutz. There a small man there to with black hair. If he didn't look exactly like him, Luciano would have never known it was Kuro's opposite. The white haired man confuses him, especially when he talks.
"Yo Feli what you doing on the floor?" He asks loudly, throwing an arm over Feliciano's shoulder in a friendly manner. Luciano growls. Never in his life would he let someone touch him like that and here is his supposed counterpart just letting it happen. Who are these people to him and why do they have the nerve to enter uninvited.
Luciano takes slow dramatic steps down the stairs, looking down at these new comers. The Kuro look-a-like taps Feliciano's shoulder and points at him causing Feliciano to squeak and walk over to him.
"Who's he?" The loud one asks. Feliciano smiles at him.
"This is Luciano!" He introduces though Luciano's glare doesn't lessen. He doesn't like these people knowing him. They have no right to. He walks past them, not even bothering for pleasantries. He doesn't need to. He takes a seat at the table in the kitchen. He hears the others conversing in soft tones though Feliciano feels no need to be quiet.
"He's here for a while I guess, he's from another dimensions," Feliciano explains making Luciano twitch in annoyance. He doesn't know when he'll be able to go back but it won't come soon enough he's sure. Any place would be better than here. The group enters the kitchen, keeping their distance from him while Feliciano goes back to messing with the food on the counter. Luciano doesn't bother to look at them, there's no point.
"Sooooo," The loud one says. Luciano glares up at him. The man makes a face, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Where you from?" He asks trying to initiate conversation. Luciano just rolls his eyes and looks back to the table. This other doesn't deserve his responses. He peeved when Feliciano answers for him.
"Luciano is the North Italy from his own world," Feliciano giggles and plates the food, placing one in front of Luciano then happily moving to get another one ready for his guests.
"Wait, he's you?" Ludwig points between them. Luciano takes a deep breath and begins to eat to give himself something to do, again, hoping it's poisoned so he can leave. No such luck, instead the food is good. The comparison of him and Feliciano being the same is unnerving.
"In a way, he's like my opposite," Feliciano giggles again, handing out more food. Luciano sends a quick sharp look up at Ludwig who flinches. Luciano takes pride in that.
"Cool," The loud one says. Luciano finishes eating quickly, not without noting the awkward silence that follows. He stands and walks out of the room.
"Uh dude? Plates? There's a sink right there." Luciano pauses to glance over his shoulder at the loud one pointing his fork at the sink. The others are wearing incredulous looks on their faces. Luciano glances down at his plate, scoffs, and walks back up to the room he woke up in.
"What's his problem?" He hears the white haired person through the door. He presses his back to it. There is a lot of information to take it and plenty to plan for.
"I think he's upset, he was taken from home," Feliciano says, trying to cover up for him. Luciano sneers and flops back down on to the bed. Wherever he is, he hates it.
Allen opens his eyes slowly, taking in the light blue ceiling above him and remembering he's not home. He lays there and cries for a minute before convincing himself to sit up. It takes effort, more than he would like to admit. He runs a hand over the soft blanket covering him. He glances around, taking in the patriotic décor of the room. A flag in the corner and pictures are hanging all over the room from all eras. There a glass of water on the side table. Allen takes it and drinks it greedily.
He heard Oliver's voice in his dream, reciting the words that brought him here in the first place. He won't be back in his own world until Luciano finds warmth and love. He'll probably be stuck here forever in this world that's opposite his own. He jerks when the door opens just a creak and Alfred peeks his head in, making a soft 'oh' when he sees Allen sitting up.
"Hey you doing okay?" He asks tentatively taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Allen shrugs, not really dignifying the question with a substantial answer. He flinches when a hand cups his cheek, turning his face this way and that.
"Good you're not bruised from your fall," Alfred says in relief. Allen stares at him then smacks his hand away for touching him. Alfred rubs at his hand with a pout. He stands and shuffles back to the door.
"What you want for breakfast? I got all the good stuff," Alfred says with a smile and Allen doesn't know how it's that the bright this early in the morning. He groans and pulls his legs close.
"I'm vegan," He mumbles. Alfred makes a noise twisting his face up into thought. Allen watches him ponder for a moment until Alfred's face brightens.
"Mattie gave me a recipe for vegan pancakes, I'm gunna go try and find it!" Alfred cheers and then runs out of the room. Allen sits there listening to his host make noises in the house, a few loud thuds followed by 'oops', and even one big crash and a long drawn out 'ow'. Allen sighs and pulls himself out of the bed, finding clothes in the corner, and putting them on. He doesn't care if they're not his. They fit and it's not his dirty uniform. He inspect the gash on his arm. It's inflamed and red. Infected probably. He sighs and makes his way to the clattering.
He takes a seat at the table silently, watching as Alfred dances to himself making the food and following along to the directions on a crumpled up piece of paper taped up to the cabinets. When Alfred turns around to get something he screams causing Allen to jerk out of his seat and back away. He sends a confused look Alfred's way.
"What the fuck?" He spits out. Alfred blinks at him. Soon he shakes his whole body, a smile coming back to him.
"Sorry you just scared me, I didn't expect to see you there," He laughs awkwardly, giving Allen a sheepish smile that turns to concern. He strides forward quickly startling Allen to jerk away from him. He doesn't get far with Alfred's hands on his arm.
"When did you get this?" He asks his voice squeaking a hitch. Allen nearly answers when Alfred drags him to the bathroom, forcibly pushing him to sit on the counter. He stays silent as Alfred gets out medical supplies, holding Allen's arm up to disinfect it and wrap it in a bandage. Allen glares the whole time at nothing in particular. He never had anyone before dress his wounds like this, specifically because he could always do them himself and wounds this size aren't a necessity to take care of. Yet here Alfred is taking care of the cut like it's dangerous to his life. He's not going to die from a scratch.
"Well?" Alfred asks putting his hands on his hips and looking at Allen like a misbehaving child. Allen scrunches up his nose in annoyance.
"Well what?" He mimics. Alfred huffs and gestures at his newly dressed wound. Allen rolls his eyes.
"I got a knife thrown at me," He shrugs like it's no big deal and Alfred's mouth drops. If Allen didn't feel angry at the whole situation he might have laughed. Alfred spends the next few minutes sputtering about how that's not safe and whoever did that should apologize. Comments and concerns Allen simply brushes off, expecting them to be said out of obligation versus actual care. He heads back to the kitchen to maybe get some of the food Alfred talked about. He really doesn't think Luciano would apologize, for anything, and he doesn't really need him to. Not like it would matter at all.
AN: Thank you to everyone for reviewing and enjoying this story so far! I worked really hard on it so thank you for taking the time to read it.
Hoppy 854: You asked about the 1p personalities. As far as that goes, I did try to give them a little more depth than just face value. There is not so much 'real world' interaction, but certain things can be taken from that. Thank you for asking! Hope this.. kind of clears things up?
