As time passed, the evening turning itself into night, Feliciano began to become worried for the German he had left behind. Would he really be alright? Wait, of course he would. He was worrying too much. He knew that Ludwig was a very strong guy, and could take care of himself. He technically has done so for several years, even with his older brother in the house. However, with the situation he was in, he couldn't help but express his worry for him. He laid down on his bed in his bedroom back at his home as his caramel, caramel-hazel eyes looked up at the ceiling. A spaced out look was shown on his face. The German was a vampire, and that meant he would need blood. Would he really be alright while he was gone? Would he accidentally attack Gilbert?
No, he thought. Ludwig knew better than that. He will be able to stop himself from doing something like that...will he? the Italian recalled when the German had lost control of himself, and had almost bit him. that was before he had figured out what he now was, and suddenly offered to help him by letting him drink his blood. He still was a little confused on why and how he served the guts to let him do that. He put his life on the line, something he ever rarely did before simply sprinting away at high speeds.
Now that he thought about it, he felt more than happy to help the German. Why was it? It was at the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't figure it out. Well, some part of his mind did without him knowing, and a hint of red came to his face without him noticing as well. The reason behind it was somewhat different than the usual one for when red came to his face, but the Italian didn't know since he didn't even know he was blushing.
Suddenly, he heard his older brother from the other side of the door as he knocked harshly on the door. "Feliciano," he began, "I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
A panic rushed through Feliciano's body, left unsure what to do but let him in. "Um..a-all right," he said as he managed to keep a usual tone in his voice.
Quickly, Lovino opened the door and walked into his brother's room. Just then, the two heard Sebastian say "I'll be back soon!" to them. He seemed to be going somewhere. Odd. The eldest didn't remember being told of any plans he had. Oh, well. It was best they had their talk in a more private state, anyways. Sebastian would likely eavesdrop if he was still in the house.
Despite this, Lovino let out a disappointed growl under his breath. He gave no reply as the two heard the front door eventually close downstairs. Now they were left to talk brother-to-brother.
The older Italian suddenly sent a serious look to Feliciano's direction as he crossed his arms. He didn't seem to notice nor care for the faint flush that was on his brother's face. All that was on his mind at this point was answers. Answers alone and questions to gain those answers.
"I keep trying to call that potato bastard," he said suddenly, "and he hasn't been answering."
"Ve," Feliciano said, not really sure of what else to say at this point. Why would Lovino be calling him when he hated him so much? It was an odd mix-up. The younger Italian's known obliviousness seemed to be showing full throttle not lying at this point. But he really was confused on the factor. Why would his brother call the one he hated? It didn't add up, especially since he was at their home, and not at the German's house like his brother hated.
"Feli, just what in the hell happened?" the older Italian asked, a serious yet concerned tone in his voice.
"Nothing, fratello," Feliciano lied, seeming to be pretty good at keeping his tone at a normal tone. But his brother saw through it. His neck even helped him realize he was lying to him straight in the face, showing him a great distrust that he always despised to know of.
"So those marks on your neck are there because of nothing?" Lovino asked harshly.
Feliciano let out a sad moan. He hated lying to his family. But, it was to keep Ludwig safe.
"Answer me, dammit!"
"Fratello, I don't remember anything that could cause marks to appear on my neck," he lied, but the tone of his voice and look on his face made it look like he was telling the truth. It seemed the Italian stereotype of a genius of the arts, including theatre, were showing within him.
A rage was brewing in the older Italian. "Why are you lying to me, Feliciano?" Lovino yelled, his hands clenching to balls as he vaguely realized that he was glaring daggers to his own brother, scaring the more sensitive Italian.
Shuddering, eyes beginning to water, Feliciano said in a scared tone "I-I'm not," as the flush has quickly disappeared, the glare turning his skin a pale in fright. "P-please, believe me!"
To Feliciano's surprise, Lovino seemed to fall for the lie at this point. Although, it was more of a lines of defeat than acceptance. He still didn't believe it was true, but he had high feeling that his brother wasn't going to budge. If he was lying to him, then it was clear there was no trust between them, anyways. This fact, however, was something the dark brunette hated to know as it ached at his heart. To think that he, the one whom took care of him and Sebastian after their grandfather's untimely death, would be of no holding of trust. It was sad.
Letting out a sigh, he said "Alright, I'll stop pestering you," before turning around, and heading for the door.
Feliciano rose a brow in confusion to this. He hadn't said anything that meant he was 'pestering' him. Although the choice of words confused him, it eventually went over his head as his priorities changed. Now he had to think of a way to sneak out to see Ludwig again, like he usually did Little did he know what the others had planned, who would be coming, and what questions would be asked. However, the Italian didn't seem to give much care to it. He was far too concerned for the German in his thoughts to even think about any of that for a second.
Suddenly, he heard his older brother outside his door, seeming to be near the stairs. His new words send a sudden rush through him in fright. He wondered if he could even forgive his lies after he heard his brother remember of their religion.
"But if you're lying, brother, you do realize where you're going when you die."
Feliciano's body shuddered at the thought, having not once thought of it before talking with his brother, nor during the time he was with Ludwig. Why was it religion always made him so scared of one place, and the human will? It was strange. To be scared of the place of darkness your creator actually made as well, its ruler created by him as well. How could one be so easily afraid of one place no one could see until death. Strange. But, it was life, nevertheless. He simply had to go through it all. Although, the Italian wasn't too sure if this would affect his dreams or not when he finally decides to go to bed.
At Ludwig's home, he was still in his dark room. Laying down on his own bed, he stared up at the ceiling that seemed like it would never end due to the darkness that engulfed the room. If you saw the look in his bright blue eyes, you would see a high amount of worry. But who was it for? It was for Feliciano. He knew that almost anything could cause him to state too much information, and others haven't failed to use that against them in any type of situation. Even though the Italian had promised that he wouldn't tell anyone about him being a vampire, he still couldn't help but be worried that he would suddenly have it slip out. Then everyone would know.
Nein, he thought. I can't let that happen.
However, he couldn't really do much at this point in time, now could he? If anyone saw him out in the middle of the night, they would be curious as to what he was doing.
Plus, he didn't know what the others had all planned, either. So, that was even worse.
Still, he didn't want to just sit around. Suddenly, weird thoughts began to run through his head; Feliciano's child-like face, the stray curl of hair near the forest of auburn hair, his eyes that were closed most of the time, yet when one or both opened their color shined and gave a sense of glee through any building. his frail figure, his-wait. What the hell was he thinking? Had he gone crazy? Why would he think of things like that? If he could still blush, his entire face would be a bright red. Just what was wrong with him? He thought he had it at the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't figure it out. The feeling was unfamiliar to him, but something in the back of his head knew it. He realized this, much because his heart felt some odd source of familiarity to it. What was it? The logical man was struggling to figure out such a simple yet such a complicated thing. It was a little funny, really, finding one of the most logical members of the conferences be left speechless and wondering about something so small.
Just then, he heard Gilbert bang on the other side of his door, which destroyed the thoughts that left Ludwig confused. "J-Ja...?" the blonde replied to the disturbance, a sense of confusion to the bang covering any of his questions of his thoughts towards the Italian at this point.
"Hey, West, I was just going to tell you that the 'Awesome me' and his 'Little buddy' are heading out to grab more beer." A chirp came from a presumed bird, but Ludwig knew whom...er...what, it was. It was Prussia's little puffball of a bird again.
Ludwig shook his head lightly, an angered sigh letting out, for he was not too fond of his older brother's growing alcohol addiction. "Just how much beer are you going to have, bruder?" he asked in a rather irritated tone.
Gilbert let out his signature laugh, a "Kesesesessesesesese" kind of laugh, before walking off, and walking out the door without giving the German a reply. An irritated growl came from the blonde, shaking his head in a light disgust. Yet, a faint grimace of a smirk was on his face. He found it a little funny that his brother likely wanted to get so wasted he'd be fucked to kingdom come by the worst possible person.