Okay guys, this chapter is mostly filler, about 4 parts angst, 3 parts fluff, and one part actually plot. This will hopefully satisfy though, until I get the next chapter up (I'm working on it!)
Starren Moonstone: I guess that would get a bit confusing. Thanks for the review! As for the secret of the ring... you'll see. I have...plans (rubs hands evily). What exactly was confusing? Was it that you couldn't tell when it switched perspectives, or you just couldn't tell whose perspective it was from?
Was anyone else confused about the perspectives last chapter? If so, please tell me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Germany, Italy, the song "Demons", any other Hetalia characters, or the term 'double entendre'
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
"Demons" Imagine Dragons
Around twenty-one hundred hours, military time, Lieutenant Feliciano Vargas was finishing his dinner-pasta (spicier and with less tomato sauce then his lunch-pasta) under an oak tree when he heard the screaming. He looked up. "Please!" he heard. "Please! Give me another chance, brother, please!"
The screams were coming from the tent the three Lieutenants shared. Feliciano set down his plate, grabbed his white flag (just in case) and crept up to the tent door. He pushed it open. He looked around. There seemed to be no one inside until he saw Ludwig, tangled up in his sheets and thrashing around. "I'm sorry!" he screamed, "I-I won't let him-I promise! I swear!"
Feliciano ran over. "Ludwig?" he asked, shaking his companion's shoulder. "Ludwig, wake up!"
Ludwig shuddered and his eyes blinked open. "I-" He looked around the tent until his eyes finally landed on Feliciano. "Oh, hello. Is it dinner already?" Feliciano stared at him. "What?"
"You were screaming again," Feliciano said. "Are you okay?"
Ludwig rolled his eyes. "I was trying to recover that formation I had thought of but-" He saw the look on Feliciano's face. "You're not buying this, are you?"
Feliciano shook his head. "I didn't know you had a brother."
Ludwig looked down. "I don't. Not anymore."
Feliciano blinked. "Huh?"
Ludwig sighed. "It happened eighteen years ago, right when the war started. Gilbert and I were in the castle when a platoon of Summitists attacked. My brother and I were fending them off, and-well, in the commotion a suit of armor got knocked over. I was backing up and I tripped, the Summitist's sword came at me, and-" he gulped, "my brother saw, and he jumped in front, and the sword..." Ludwig trailed off and took a shaky breath. "Gilbert was killed. The sword went through his heart. There was nothing anyone could do."
Feliciano shuddered. "That sounds awful."
Ludwig bit his lip. "Look, don't tell anyone, okay?"
Feliciano blinked. "Not even Honda?" Ludwig shook his head. "Why not?"
"Because," said Ludwig, "I'm the commander of an entire company! If they found out I was screaming at all, especially over something like a nightmare, they'd lose confidence."
Feliciano shifted from foot to foot. "I could help...maybe...if you want."
Ludwig sighed. "How? By making me pasta?"
Feliciano shook his head, "I ate all of it. I was just thinking...maybe I could sleep with you?"
Ludwig sweatdropped. "Pray...pray tell me how that would help?"
Feliciano smiled. "When I was younger, I was scared of everything. I still am of course, but that's not the point. So, sometimes, Grandpa Dux would come crawl in bed with me. He'd call me his 'little pasta addict', and then I wouldn't be afraid and I'd fall asleep. So, I thought if I crawled in bed with you..."
Ludwig sighed in relief. "It won't help, but..." he lifted the blanket, "Fine. Just don't tell anyone, they might get the wrong idea."
Felciano slid under the covers. "What do you mean?"
Ludwig rolled his eyes. "Never mind." On top of Ludwig's bedpost, Gilbird opened one eye and chirped sleepily. Ludwig pointed at him. "That goes for you too, lästige kleine vogel."*
Feliciano and Ludwig both lied down on the bed, and Feliciano lay his head on Ludwig's shoulder. "Night bratwurst-man," he sighed.
Ludwig chuckled. "Goodnight...little pasta addict."
No screaming was heard in the camp that night.
*Translation: annoying little bird
Can you tell I like the Ita/Germany paring?
Now, what is with that ring? Be patient folks, the revelation is coming!
