La Traviata: Hetalia –Act 3

"You have a letter…" Toris, Felicicana's ever faithful servant said quietly as he came into the room where Feliciana was residing. He held the envelope gently and set it on the sick woman's beside. Toris only wanted what was best for his poor, heartbroken master and friend. It was hard to see the once vibrant young woman now bound to a bed.

"Is it just more bad news?" Feliciana asked weakly. She didn't have much strength to anything these days except lay around and wait for sweet death to come. She reluctantly opened the letter so see a small, scribbled writing.

Dear Feliciana,

I am sure that you are aware of the fight between Ludwig and my son. Do not worry, Ludwig is only slightly injured and all is well. I'm afraid that I have told Alfred of your sacrifice which I should have told him before anything happened. I'm so sorry. I have sent Alfred over to ask forgive in your time of grief and sorrow. Get well and stay strong.

Sincerely,

Arthur K.

When the news finally reached Alfred, he found himself crying. His blue eyes watered just thinking about the love of his life dying. The deep blue deathbed surrounding Feliciana's body made her look so small and frail. Her brown eyes were hardly ever open anymore and it hurt Alfred deeper than anyone could have ever thought.

"It's all my fault. I'm so stupid." He would often find himself saying this as she knelt at his love's deathbed. She would often be asleep and he would spill out everything. He thought that her onslaught of Tuberculosis was his fault. It he wasn't such a jerk, maybe she would have lived a little while longer to enjoy life with him.

That wasn't happening.

"I'm so sorry, Feli… I love you and I should have made that clear as day." Alfred said, choking up on his own tears that slid down his face, giving his once happy and handsome face a fresh look of mortality and sorrow. He felt a gentle hand slide over his cheek and he looked up. The pale, gentle hand belonged to his love, his heart, his Feliciana.

"Alfred, please don't cry…" she said in between a loud bought of coughs. "I will always love you and nothing can change that. I promise, I'll be fine." She gave a weak smile. Alfred had few smiles these days, but he spared one for her. Feliciana felt that if she made him smile his beautiful smile, he would learn to move on from her.

Could Alfred do that?

He had messed up so much in the past few days. He had found his soul mate and treated her wrong. He deserved to be treated like trash for all the pain he put this poor woman through. The hospital released her, saying that she was terminal and there was nothing left to do for her but let her live the rest of her days in peace. At first, Alfred was sure that she would die, but she pulled trough even though Feliciana wasn't getting any better.

Who was he kidding, he couldn't let go of her. Not now. Not ever.

Alfred held on the young Italian woman's hand, keeping any more ears from escaping his sky blue eyes. They looked at each other without waver. They couldn't change what was going to eventually happen. All they had was here and now.

A dying woman and a broken man. What a pair.

Feliciana knew that her life was slipping away. Her grasp on what used to be there was slipping and she was falling sicker. Alfred was always there and that made her feel better. She wasn't going to share the news with Alfred that she had only a few days left at the most.

"Feli, you've been looking better…" Alfred muttered one afternoon. The evening sun shone through the window, causing Alfred's hair to shine in the golden sun. All Alfred could see was the way the beautiful sunlight graced Feliciana's features, giving her grave face some much needed light.

Feliciana nodded and slipped her hand into Alfred's. Alfred scooted his chair closer to her bed. An ocean seemed to come over his eyes as tears fell.

"You do! I swear!" he said in a quiet scream. He shook her hand. "Please. Please come with me and leave this place. You need a hamburger or fresh air or something."

"Oh Alfred… You're so funny," Feliciana smiled and sat up. "You make all the pains of being sick go away. I feel so much better when you are around…"

Alfred slipped into the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her, his head in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her sweet scent as if it were the last time he would ever do so. Feliciana reached a delicate hand and stroked the young man's hair. They stayed like that for what seemed to be ages until there was a sound at the door of the bedroom.

They both lifted their heads to see Arthur and a doctor walk in. Arthur's face was grave and sad as he moved into the room. His movements were sluggish with grief.

"I'm so sorry for what I've done. Please forgive me you two," he sighed and took a seat in the chair that Alfred was once sitting in. His green eyes were glossed with sorrow. The doctor stood by. There was nothing he could do now. Arthur was too late on telling Alfred the news and now the doctor had to hold his tongue. Feliciana would not be getting better.

"No, dad. It's my fault. I took everything the wrong way and was a complete jerk. I shouldn't have taken anything out of Feliciana," Alfred said, starting to tear up again.

"I forgive both of you. Alfred," she said, gracing her hand on her lover's cheek. "I want to take up on you offer. Let's leave Paris and go somewhere else. I… I fell that I'm up for it." Feliciana smiled and hugged Alfred. She was soon enveloped in his warm and inviting grasp.

"I love you Feli. I really do," Alfred breathed as they continued the embrace. Feliciana closed her eyes and breathed in, then out.

"I love you… too…" she said quietly before falling limp in Alfred's arms. Alfred jolted up and held the lifeless body that was now in his arms. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Feli! Feli wake up! Please… no…no. NO!" the man screamed, trying to hold on to what little he had left of his one true love. Arthur had rushed to his side, placing his hands on his son's shoulders.

"Alfred! Shh! She's dead."

"You don't think I know that? What am I going to do without her? We had plans!" Alfred laid Feliciana's body on the bed as the doctor called in some men that would deliver her to the morgue. Alfred sat on the bed, his head in his hands, crying.

When will the pain stop? I guess it never goes away.

A/N:: Oh my God. I really didn't want to end this. I hope you all enjoyed it (I mean cry. I did)! Um... I guess this is good bye unless you're following another one of my stories. Thus concludes La Traviata: Hetalia. Enjoy the feels of being a fangirl/boy. FYI- I changed my Pen Name to go along with other accounts on other sites for easier recondition. Sorry guys.