With Sebastian and Lovino, at the time, the two were struggling to find Ludwig's home. It was still the middle of the night, so it was very hard for them to figure out where they were going on top of never going to see the German before. The two were scared and conserned for their brother, and both didn't want him around the German. He was a threat to the northern Italian's life, and they wanted to make sure he was safe. The last thing they wanted was to find their brother drinking blood from somebody, or possibly even laying on the flood, dead.
Kiku, the Japanese male that had offered to take on the mission on talking to Feliciano, was at his own home. It was rather late where he was, and so he had to hurry. Since he had woken up hours ago, he managed to get ready a few hours prior to when he scheduled himself to leave. Looking at the time, he assumed that now would have been a good time to take his leave, and go try to talk to the northern Italian. Without a warning, though, he suddenly heard a ringing from his phone. Quickly, he walked over, and picked up the phone, not even caring to look at the number. "Moshi moshi?"
"Kiku! Thank Dio you picked up your phone," said Lovino on the other line. Apparently he somehow had his cellphone on him, and was in the middle of nowhere with the Seborghini. Sebastian had complained about being tired, so they had stopped to take a break. "I need directions to the potato bastard's place, now!" he said, going straight to the point. This surprised Kiku a little. Just why would he want to go to Ludwig's home, and this late?
"Is something wrong?" the Japanese male asked.
"Like hell something's wrong!" Lovino yelled. "Feliciano is missing, and this evening he had come home with marks on his neck after seeing that god damn potato bastard!" Apparently he had said this rather fast, and the anger in his voice made it seem like the speed he was talking at was even greater.
"Lovino, please, calm down," Kiku said. Just after, the southern italian began to take some deep breaths.
"Sorry," he said, "I'm just really worried about Feli and I have a feeling that those marks on his neck were caused by-"
"I hate to interrupt, but what kind of marks were on Feliciano-kun's neck?" Kiku suddenly asked.
Apparently, Sebastian had heard both ends of the conversation, and quickly decided he should be the one to state the marks. Without a warning, he grabbed the phone from Lovino's hands, and brought it to his ear. This caused the older Italian to let out a loud "Give that back, dammit!" as his curl seemed to twitch in irritation. Sebastian, however, ignored him.
"The marks were two small holes," Sebastian began, "that's the best way I can describe them at this point. I couldn't get much a look of them, and I didn't really want to, anyways."
Kiku would have said a quick hello to the Seborghini if it hadn't been for him explaining the marks. The description brought sudden shivers down the male's spine as his brown eyes widened. He knew of legends and mythical creatures greatly. He made many animated shows based off of them. He knew for a fact what he meant, and what creature caused the marks. His imagination running wild, he immediately thought that his hunch was real. The Japanese male wasn't even phasing the fact that all of this could simply be fairy tales. But he was too enveloped already to go back to reality. This was what happened any time a manga would ever be created in his country as well.
"Kyuuketsuki," was all Kiku said, for he was really unable to say anything else.
Unfortunately, he didn't realize he had stated the name in his own language. This left the Seborghini confused as he had heard the other line. "What did you say?" he asked, confused. This brought the Japanese male on the other line out of shock, and back to his senses.
"Oh, n-nothing," Kiku stuttered, but the Seborghini could easily tell that he was shocked, and that what he had said easily involved what they were talking about.
"Kiku, this is an immense situation," Sebastian said in a serious tone, the curl of his own twitching of irritation. Also, the look on his face showed he was getting surprisingly impatient.
There was nothing from the other line.
"You know something, don't you?" he asked. "You know what caused those marks, don't you?"
"Ha-hai," Kiku finally spoke. "But I am not so sure if I believe it. After all, what I am thinking of is just in fairy tales."
"Do you think that it was a va-"
"Sebastian," Lovino yelled suddenly, cutting his little brother off, "we need to get to that potato bastard's place now! We have no time for silly damn chats. This our brother that we're talking about!"
"R-right," the Seborghini replied. "Sorry, Kiku, but could you tell us where we can find Ludwig's home?"
"Well, I haven't gone there in a long while, so I don't really know if i will be of much use for you two." Sebastian sighed at this. Great, he though. So we have nothing? "However," the Japanese male suddenly began, "I will try my best to escort you there by the shortest way that I can recall at the moment."
"Grazie!" Sebastian yelled happily, a look of relief coming to his face. However, they couldn't be all relieved just yet. They still had to get their brother. "Grazie, grazie!"
"Alright, calm down, please, Sebastian," Kiku said rather calmly. "Now, I'll tell you where to go from the last time I had gone there. Keep in mind that the locations may be different. let me know, and I will see what I can do."
"Right," said Sebastian before looking back at Lovino. He had an irritated, yet concerned look on his face still. "C'mon, Fratello," the Seborghini said before he heard the first instructions from the man on the other like. Then, he began to walk on, the older sothern Italian following.
No one knew what was occurring at Ludwig's home. Thankfully it wasn't anything bad. however, that kind of depended on your definition of that word. Him and Feliciano were asleep together, but that was a thing that happened a lot. The Italian was the one that sneaked into the German's bedroom, so Ludwig wasn't really the one doing anything wrong. Heck, the brunette didn't even think he was doing anything wrong. He just wanted to spend time with the blonde. was that such a bad thing? He was close friend of his for a long while. Sure, at first, he was sort of a bit of a prisoner of the German's, but Feliciano still liked his place nonetheless. He took very good care of him.
No one but the Italian knew what was wrong with Ludwig, and only Ludwig himself knew what changed him. It was all thanks to one man. One man that he hadn't dared to come across. At times, the German wondered just why he had gone out that night. Why had he met that man?
He saw the scene in front of him in his sleep, unfortunately. But, when he heard his voice-Was it just him, or did he have some sort of Romanian accent?
