Feliciano awoke to the soft sound of birdsong. His window was open, letting the soft song fill his room. The summer wind seemed to make the pale cream curtains dance in the wind as the morning sun filled the small room with light. The small man was at first confused, wondering why he awoke to such different surroundings to his rather drab room at home. However, after a minute he came to the realisation that he had stayed at the house, owned by the mysterious blonde for the night, after being saved by a maid.
Eyes drooping from having just woken up, Feliciano stumbled out of the bed; folding the patchwork quilt behind him. Remembering the Blonde man's sharp words, the Italian knew that he would have to leave the small house as soon as possible. He knew that the man would not want him staying any longer than necessary. Grabbing his small bag that he used to gather berries Feliciano prepared to leave. The small Italian also ensured that the bedroom was in an adequate state, although the Italian rarely tidied at home, his fear of the German ensured that he paid attention to the cleanliness of the room. He did not want the blonde hating him even more.
Leaving the room, Feliciano caught sight of the maid in the same attire as she was when the he previously saw her, a simple maids uniform, black with a white apron. Courteously the maid nodded to the Italian, acknowledging his presence. Showing his thanks, Feliciano hugged the maid, she had saved his life after all. However, the maid seemed extremely displeased at his display of affection, cringing awkwardly.
Finally, The Italian left the cottage, his mind filled with questions: 'Who was that man? Why did he live out in the forest? Why did his maid save me? Why didn't she speak?'. Feliciano knew that it would be unwise to return in the search of answers, the owner of the house clearly hated him and was beyond intimidating. Feliciano began to walk to the east, the direction of his village. Bag on his shoulder, brimming with berries, he was hoping that his family did not have to go a night hungry due to his poor sense of direction. The forest was alive with the sound of birdsong, the sweet melody's filling the air with their joyous sound, the breeze could be heard whistling through the trees as squirrels and birds explored their branches. Feliciano also heard a screaming, a faint scream from the distance, from the direction of the house.
The scream was clearly male, sounding as if it was tearing a man's throat, it was ongoing, each scream louder than the last, ripping through the forest air and silencing the sweet sound of birdsong. The Italian immediately deduced who the owner of the scream was the mysterious blonde who granted him refuge in the small house. Feliciano debated on whether to return to the house: The blonde clearly despised his very existence, hated him upon meeting. However, he also saved his life by granting him refuge and if he was endangered, the morally correct thing to do would be to save him.
Acting on his conscience Feliciano ran towards the house, following the sound of the screaming. He had to save the man who had saved his life, no matter how intimidating he was. The small white cottage was coming into view as the screams became louder. He recognised the ivy growing up the walls and the chimney sticking out of the tiled roof. Feeling apprehensive, The Italian prepared to open the door in order to save his own saviour that he feared so much. The screams invaded The Small Italians ears as he attempted to find the source. 'Where is he, why is he screaming?' Thought Feliciano as he checked each room. The entire house seemed to be devoid of people, yet the screams continued, Feliciano checked the kitchen, the bedrooms and even the bathroom, no room was left unchecked.
While checking the kitchen for the third time, Feliciano came across a door, it seemed to be a cupboard, perhaps to store cans of food or pasta? However, the cupboard seemed to be the source of the screams radiating throughout the house. Therefore, The Italian apprehensively took the decision to open the small wooden door.
The door led to a set of stairs, steep and made from a dark grey stone. Clearly leading to a basement. Knowing the whereabouts of his saviour Feliciano ran down the stairs, fear laced into his every movement. However, the Italians moral judgement spurred him on, he had to save the blonde. Even if he was intimidating. Even if he hated him.
Feliciano entered the basement to be greeted with a mess of broken items; from chairs to teapots, the blonde's belongings laid scattered haphazardly on the floor in almost pitiful states. The basement was unlike the rest of the clean minimalistic house, nothing was in its place and nothing was functional. In the middle of the mess was a blonde man, eyes watering, fists slamming, face devoid of happiness. The man was having an emotional breakdown. Cautiously Feliciano walked towards the man whose eyes were glazed with sadness and rage. He knew that it was dangerous, if the blonde had lost control Feliciano knew that he was bound to get hurt, especially due to his small size. However, he owned the man his life, he had to at least attempt to help him.
'Hello', Feliciano's voice was pitiful as he knelt beside the screaming man, fearful of the potential consequences of his words.
Receiving no reply apart from the continual screaming Feliciano tried again, speaking with more confidence. 'Hello, my names Feliciano, I want to return the favour that you did for me.' This time the screaming subsided, the blonde lay silently on the basements concrete floor. The two men sat silently for what seemed like an age to Feliciano, a thick layer of tension began to build up in the room. It was then that the Blonde began to speak: 'Why, why have you come here again?'
Authors Note: Hi, I'm sorry for the late update, I was on holiday in Austria! Anyway, I'll try to update at least once a week from now on. Reviews are awesome and constructive criticism is also welcome. I would love to hear your suggestions (: