Oh god I am so sorry for taking like... five months to get back to this! Which is ridiculous because I have five more pages for this typed up! There is no excuse for that... Please forgive me! ;n;

I'll power through this story for you guys, even thought I have no idea how I'm gonna end it. I'm sorry it took so long though... I love you all, you people are beautiful! ;u;


Feliciano was a weak boy, but as long as his brother was around no one picked on him, the reason being, his brother's admirer didn't like seeing the boy upset, and when Feliciano was upset, Loviano became irritated, and Antonio was a fierce protector. But one day, his brother was no where to be found, and as a consequence, Feliciano was getting picked on, the boys doing it where assholes and not only where they calling him names, they where hitting him too. As Feliciano begged them to stop, a fist came out of nowhere and socked the self appointed leader in between the eyes. Feliciano looked to see his savior, and recognized him as Ludwig Bendleschmit, the quiet boy in his science class. That day, Feliciano was sure that god had answered his praise and sent an angel down to protect him, and he fell head over heels in love with Ludwig.

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Kiku's family had moved to America when he was thirteen, upon arriving at his new school, he was rudely ignored by everyone. Kiku was distressed by this, but he was sure it didn't matter, as he didn't have that many friends at his old school anyway. Half way threw the day someone started making fun of him, saying he talked funny, and calling him an alien, Kiku did not want to let this affect him, but it did, and he almost started to cry, when someone stood up for him.

"Leave him alone, whats he ever done to you?" the voice seemed to cause the abuser to back away slowly, and Kiku found himself standing next to a tall, very intimidating blond, his sharp blue eyes seemed to pierce Kiku's heart, and for a moment, he forgot to breath.

Kiku was grateful of what Ludwig had done, and he began hanging around Ludwig, finding that they had many common interests. By the end of the year, Kiku had become completely convinced they where soul mates, and would not rest until he could prove this to Ludwig as well.

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Kiku and Feliciano had learned that they both wanted to be with Ludwig two years ago, and they had decided that whoever could get a date with him first would get to have him, unfortunately nether of them where ever successful. As a consequence they always managed to make it awkward for Ludwig when he got caught between them, so they thought he was always 'Busy' because he didn't want to be around them. Of course, nether of them knew that in Elementary school, there had been a boy who had been very, very special to Ludwig, and that was why he did not spend time with them.

Ludwig hoped on the bus and waited until they got close the the hospital before getting off and walking the rest of the way. He said hello to the people he past, making sure that Katyusha knew he was there as he approached Alfred's room, smiling at him sadly. Doing as he did everyday, before he started reading aloud. He felt tears falling down his face, but he did nothing about it, he often cried when he read to Alfred, but he didn't stop reading. Instead he held the book to hid his face and ignored the pure pain and sorrow falling from his eyes.

His childhood sweetheart was making his fragile heart suffer. If Alfred where dead, Ludwig might be able to move on, but Alfred was clinging to life, which gave him hope. As long as Alfred's heart beat, Ludwig would never leave his side, that was a promise Ludwig had made to Alfred the day he entered this horrible place between life and death. But all to often Ludwig's heart would brake, because he saw children on the swings at the play ground, or when he saw a boy standing up for a friend. Anything that reminded him of Alfred could set him off, most days he managed to get home before he started to weep. When he didn't he avoided everyone and hid somewhere until the tears stopped coming.

Ludwig blamed himself for what happened, he knew he could have stopped Alfred, but he didn't, and it was his fault. He constantly beat himself up for it, he would never stop hating himself, even if Alfred woke up and told him he forgave him.

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Ludwig slipped his notebook into his backpack, sighing sadly. Friday had come again, meaning he would avoid human contact, and spend his time with Alfred at the hospital. As his mind wandered he felt eyes burning into his back, and turned to see Arthur glaring at him. Ludwig had done his best to avoid Alfred's family, but it seemed he could not hid from them forever. Arthur seemed to charge forward, snarling, Ludwig braced himself for the verbal abuse he was about to receive.

"You kraut!" Arthur screamed at Ludwig, "It's your fault!" Arthur had been angered by his step brother earlier and was taking it out on Ludwig, blinded by fury.

Ludwig said nothing, he looked down. He didn't need Arthur to tell him what he already thought.

As Arthur continued to demean him, verbally tear him apart, and destroy his self confidence. He did not notice the change in Ludwig's demeanor, the darkness that seemed to surround him, Arthur looked away and began to tell Gilbert that his brother was a demon bastard and he would rot in hell. When Arthur got back to Ludwig he was surprised to see that Ludwig was not his usual self, and in fact Arthur's rant about his brother had set Ludwig off, his fragile heart ripped open.

Ludwig's shoulders shook, his head down, tears flowing out and falling to the earth and leaving small droplets. He looked up when he realized that Arthur had stopped and looked at him through blurry, red eyes. Those who had gathered stared in shock at this, they had never once seen Ludwig cry, it was disturbing. Gilbert moved forward, knowing his brother needed his comfort, but Ludwig turned and ran before Gilbert could get to him.

"LUDWIG!" Gilbert called after him, he then turned to Arthur, his eye twitching, "You just had to do that didn't you?" the edge in his voice was biting, almost a growl.

"I didn't know he was going to-" Arthur was slapped across the face.

"He still blames himself for what happened! You know that he couldn't have done anything!" Gilbert looked about ready to strangle the Brit, "Ludwig's been going threw hell for what happened!"

"Well he could have stopped Alfred!" Arthur glared back, "If I had been there-"

"You couldn't have changed anything ether!" Gilbert snarled, "Tell me, when was the last time you went to see Alfred in the hospital?"

"Well that was-" Arthur paused and instead answered, "I've had a lot to do lately..."

"Ludwig spends all of his free time at the hospital, visiting your brother! And you haven't seen him in years!" Gilbert stepped forward menacingly.

Arthur looked at him, astonished. He now felt very, very bad.

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