It's funny how strong bonds

Can easily be dominated by stronger bonds

It's funny how much time can fly when you enjoy something. All the greatest moments in life tend to be shorter than duller memories that seem to last forever. But sometimes those dull memories tend to fly by as well; that, however, is a rare occasion.

During the stay in the Ursalian Republic, tight bonds formed in a short matter of time. A good example to show of this would be the relationship between Feliciano and Ludwig. Despite Feliciano's small tendency to get distracted when Ludwig speaks with him and Ludwig's tendency to scold at him much like a commander to a clumsy soldier, the two formed a strong friendship rivaling Feliciano's complicated relationship to his older brother.

Antonio, on the other hand, leaned more towards Belle as the days came and went. Feliciano was worried for he knew that if Antonio were to fall in love with the young maiden, his twin would be enraged and heartbroken. But despite these worries, Ludwig and Gilbert continued to reassure him that it's okay.

Aside from the small worry, Feliciano greatly enjoyed his stay in Ursalia. "Doitsu," he said one day, using the nickname he had come to call his dear friend, "Do you like me?"

"What are you asking?" Ludwig questioned, somewhat shocked at how Feliciano could say such a question in a crowded area.

"I was just wondering," the younger said with a pout, "So do you?"

"Y-yes," he answered with slight uncertainty. This earned a smile from the servant.

He threw his arms around the older, leaving him as red as a ripe tomato. Whether it was a way of confessing one's love, neither side didn't know. They never will, it seems; a few days after, Romano demanded his servant returned to him, accusing Antonio of "keeping him hostage" for reasons unknown.

Now, it would've been easy to point a happy ending from here. Romano then confesses his love for Antonio, and the two would wed and live happily ever after, as did Ludwig and Feliciano. They would live long lives together, and Italia will once again thrive with Ispania's aid. They would all meet and part only to meet again.

But alas, it never happened. Instead, a twisted reality begins, one that leaves many alone and heartbroken. Many in tears, many in hopes of revenge. The night of the Ursalian Killing.

When Feliciano returned to Italia, he noticed that the kingdoms condition had worsen. Sick with worry, he sought his older brother, and found him in his room with a deadly aura surrounding him. Many of the remaining caretakers were afraid to approach the young king, and it made Feiciano wonder why.

"Lovi, are you okay?" he asked, worry and fear tainting each word.

"Tell me, Feliciano," he replied, confusing his twin, "Tell me what that bastard did,"

"Antonio didn't do anything, Lovi," the younger brother answered, "I swear, he-"

"That's not what I meant, damn it!" Romano yelled, stunning Feliciano, "I meant the rumors! Is it true that Antonio is in love with one of the Ursalian representatives?!"

For a moment he couldn't answer; how could he? He wasn't aware of any close relationship between Belle and Antonio. But if what Romano was speaking the truth, then it would mean so. But it was just a rumor all the same; it carries equal chance of being false.

"I-I don't know," the younger twin stuttered, "Ludwig t-told me it would be o-okay. I didn't know!"

"Ludwig?" Feliciano covered his mouth; he shouldn't have said what he thought he said, "Feli, who are you talking about?"

"…A friend I made during my visit," the servant breathed out, anxiety clinging to him, chocking him within, "He…he told me not to worry,"

"So it is true," Romano muttered under his breath, each word said with distaste, "Damn it, damn it all!"

In rage he turned to his younger brother, a deadly gaze piercing through "Kill them, kill all the representatives of Ursalia!" he demanded, "Don't stop until every one of those bastards are dead!"

Without another word he left, leaving a stone-pale Feliciano in the room. He was hoping it was a joke; that his brother will just come back to the room and apologize for his outburst. He was hoping it was some dream; that he will wake up in Ursalia and run to Ludwig, begging for his comfort. But that's all he could do; this was the twisted reality he lived in.

This was a reality where love will somehow end in tragedy, one way or another.

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The soldier of Italia attacked without warning. They all came in one night, and without mercy began slaughtering the people of Ursalia. The representatives were left with no solution; in the end, many fled. Those who remained were slaughtered on spot.

When the attack had begun, Toris was leading Feliks and his brothers away from the destruction. He couldn't comprehend why the soldiers were attacking their home; they hadn't done anything to anger the King of Italia, had they?

"Feliks, I need you to tell me, right now," he said as they resided in a hidden ditch some ways away from the manor, "What do you think may have agitated the Italians?"

"I don't know!" the blond male said, trembling in fear, " I mean, we didn't like, steal anything from them or something like that!"

"Maybe it has something to do with King Antonio's friend," Eduard stated, "He did say he was from Italia, didn't he?"

"But we didn't do anything to him!" Feliks argued, "The worst we did was make him listen to Gilbert's rants!"

"M-maybe it has something to do with K-King Antonio," all eyes were on Raivis as he continued, "Lately, rumors have going around s-saying that he is in love with Lady Belgium…"

"So he could've heard the rumors and grow jealous," Toris mutter ed to himself, processing it all, "That would make the most sense out of all our theories,"

"Great job, Liet, now what about now?" Feliks complained, "We're totally gonna die if we don't like, do something!"

As if destined to happen, they could hear distant footsteps growing louder and louder as they closed in on their location. Toris drew a tight breath; there wasn't anywhere else they could run. They were cornered. So I'm finally going to die, and this time I won't get back up…

"Liet, come on!" Feliks tugged at his friend's arm, "We can't stay here! We need to go!"

Toris snapped back to reality, and along with Eduard and Raivis they ran for what felt like forever. Eventually, he began to feel faint, much to the other three's displeasure.

"No, just a little longer," Eduard said with fear, "Just hold out until we get to the brook!"

But it was hard for him to hold out over something that really controlled most of his life. Toris fell to the ground, and the world around him began to fade. Before finally giving way to the black emptiness, he muttered, "R-run…"

The three watched as Toris died once more, and Feliks went over to his side and attempted to hoist the limp body up. It was rather frustrating really; now they have the choice of running away altogether with a higher chance of getting caught, or leaving the older to die.

"Why now of all times?" Feliks said as the voices drew closer, "Come on! We can't like, leave him here! They'll kill him!"

"He's already dead, Feliks," Eduard pointed out, "They don't know anything about him, so they'll just assumed he died from suffocation or poisoning,"

Feliks wanted to argue against leaving him behind, but he knew that trying to bring Toris along was pointless. The trio continued to run, leaving behind their friend and brother to the soldier coming for them.

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The amount of destruction surrounding him pained Feliciano greatly. Not only because he knew all too well that the Ursalians were innocent, but because his brother was so cruel if his demands weren't met. It terrified him; Feliciano was afraid of Romano.

The manor was set aflame by the torches the king's soldiers carried. He rushed into the forest after the smaller groups, who went to kill any survivors. That was another painful thought; being sent to kill the people who welcomed him with opened arms. This reality was sick and twisted; this was his reality.

"Feliciano?" The young servant stopped, eyes widening, "What is going on here? What are you doing?"

"I-I'm sorry, Doitsu," he said, "I was hoping I wouldn't see you,"

"Why are Italian troops attacking us?!" the older questioned, "Did you plan this all along?"

"N-no…it's an order from the king…"Feliciano explained, "My brother ordered for all Ursalian representatives to die,"

"Brother?" Ludwig said, confused, "The last I heard Romano's brother had died,"

"But I'm not died, right?" Feliciano pointed out, "I was sent away to live with Mr. Edelstein. I'm trained not to be a ruler, but to be a servant,"

"Why are you telling me this now?" he demanded, to which the poor servant sadly smiled, holding his tears.

"Because I have to kill you," was all he said before he drew his sword and drove it into the older man's chest.

"F-Feli..ciano," Ludwig stuttered as blood began to well up, "W-why?"

"I don't know," he answered, holding his tears, "I really don't know anymore,"

That moment seemed to stretch on forever; this painful moment as Feliciano watches his precious friend die by his hands. It was sickening, and it was painful. Feliciano withdrew his sword, now dyed a crimson red, and watched as his friend fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Blood began pooling up around the man, and it only sickened Feliciano farther.

"I-I see," Ludwig finally answered as he coughed up blood, "If this…is how it ends…so be it,"

Those were his final words as he fell limp. Feliciano solemnly looked at his now deceased friend, blind to the world for just a moment. When the reality finally struck the younger, the tears finally came. He buried his into Ludwig's bloodied clothes and cried out in sorrow and despair.

"Ti amo…" were the last words he said to him, and it pained him even more that these words shall only fall on deaf ears.

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Bah, not the best I could do, I know. It seems rushed to me for some reason. But I hope it doesn't bother anyone…

Next chapter will have the aftermath of the Ursalian Killing, as well as the first signs of revolution

R&R please…