Fear

Feliciano parted his lips in frustration, where was Ludwig? He kicked a dead branch that was near his foot. It barely moved, Feliciano glared at it and kicked it harder, it flew across the sky. Feliciano smirked at it with the feeling of satisfaction. He began to pace back and forth; surely Ludwig would have come back by now, right? He was the definition of what it meant to be German, therefore he was very punctual. Feliciano froze as he heard guns go off into the distance. They couldn't be shooting at Ludwig, could they? No, no! Feliciano shook his head, don't think like that! He stared at the pistol Ludwig had given him, emergencies only, certainly this counted as an emergency. He began to pace back and forth again, if Ludwig didn't show up in a few minutes… Feliciano sighed. What would he do without Ludwig? When he was with Ludwig, he felt safe, and Ludwig was warm, and cuddly, and kind-he never got angry, even when he messed up. He couldn't help but be clumsy, it's just who he was. Feliciano smiled, well, Ludwig didn't get angry per say, he just got flustered.

Thinking about his situation made Feliciano want to cry, Ludwig took care of everything for him that he couldn't do himself. Sure he had only known him for a little over two days worth, you wouldn't believe how many times Feliciano had caused a delay, but during that time… Feliciano felt as if his heart had just burst. He knew what he had to do, Feliciano put the gun back in his holster and started to trek towards where the camp was, he'd either find Ludwig and they'd escape, or… he'd find his body. There was no way around this.

Feliciano neared the enemy camp. So far everyone was inside from the raging snow that had begun to pour down on them in the last hour. Feliciano jumped at every sound, every shadow. As he turned the corner, there in front of him was an open tent. He began to edge around it, but from its depths came wafting the luscious scent of food. His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten anything substantial in the time he'd spent out in the woods; the only thing that had kept him alive was Ludwig's foraging abilities. What he'd kill for a bowl of pasta right now, with a rich meaty wine sauce. Feliciano's stomach growled again, louder. He bit his lip; he had to think of something else, lest his own body give him away. Through extreme effort and will power, Feliciano continued past the kitchen tent. He had to find Ludwig.

He wiped his eyes; he hadn't found Ludwig anywhere, in any of the tents. He squinted his eyes even further; the snow made everything in front of him a solid sheet of white. Thump! Feliciano fell backwards and rubbed his nose. What in the world…? He got back up and slowly extended his hands forward until he felt whatever it was he ran into. His fingers touched something solid, he continued down the length of it. As he traveled, the snow began to die down. What random weather, had his life and Ludwigs not been staked on staying alive because of it, he would have thought it was funny. Feliciano reopened his eyes as it no longer hurt. He was standing in front of a small cabin. Feliciano scrunched his eyebrows together, was this part of the camp too? He walked around it and came across a window, he peered in. There was a man talking to someone, his back was facing someone who was on the opposite side, Feliciano couldn't discern who it was. A cat scampered across the floor and back into the shadows. The man whose mouth was moving had short blonde hair and a pair of knives in his hand. Feliciano gasped as they were coated in red, was he the butcher? Was he about to cut up a cute little kitty for these people to eat? Feliciano couldn't stand the idea. He ran around to the door and burst in.

"Don't hurt the kitty~!" Feliciano yelled. Feliciano blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room. Feliciano gasped as it wasn't the cat that was bleeding, it was Ludwig. "L-Ludwig?" Feliciano turned back to the man with knives. He was starting to look rather angry. Feliciano went wide eye in horror as the situation dawned on him, this man was torturing Ludwig.

Meanwhile, Ludwig blinked. Was he hallucinating? Was the blood loss finally getting to him? Every part of him ached, but it was a dull, numb ache. His captor had turned to his hallucination and was yelling angrily… wait, this guy could see Feliciano too? Ludwig tried to spit out the gag as realization dawned on him; that really was Feliciano, not another hallucination. After moments of what, to Ludwig, felt like a lethargic struggle, the gag fell out.

A shot rang out.

Feliciano just glared coldly at the dead man on the floor. Blood was pulling around him from where he'd been shot in the gut. No one deserved to live after torturing Ludwig, no one. Speaking of Ludwig, Feliciano ran to where the German was chained. "Ludwig, Ludwig," Feliciano frantically searched the room for the key to unlock the manacles on Ludwig. They were on the table near the knives. Feliciano grabbed it and ran back. "Ludwig~!" Feliciano lowered him to the ground, trying not to hurt him any more so than he already was.

"Feliciano," Ludwig smiled at the Italian. It was a miracle; Feliciano had actually saved him for once. Feliciano held Ludwig in his lap, cradling his head.

"Ludwig, don't die," Feliciano began to cry. Ludwig closed his eyes as tear drops fell on him. "Ludwig, I love you." Ludwig stirred slightly in his arms, Feliciano leaned his forehead against Ludwig's. "I love you."