one week later...

Gilbert had never seen his brother so depressed in his whole entire life, he didn't stick around after world war two so he never wittnessed his brothers mager meltdown. his brother didn't gorge himself with beer or lock himself in his room, he just sat quietly not saying a word to anyone enless he was being spoken too and even then his voice was weighed down and sad. "bruder how long are you going to sulk?" "im...not sulking..." "look you can't just sit around and vait for him to come back, you need to go over to him and tell him how you feel." "he doesn't vant me...he said so himself." Gilbert sighed before trying to reason with his brother. " he never said dat he didn't vant you, he said he didn't vant to be around you any more because you push him aside constantly." Ludwig didn't respond but simply turned his head from him. Gilbert gave up on trying to get his brother to see Feliciano and left the house. starting his car he pulled out of the driveway and made a long drive to the italian's house.

lovino was almost estatic when he heard his little brother left Ludwig for good, though he did feel a little bad for the german. wait why would i care if that potato eating bastard is heart broken or not? lovino asked himself as he stirred yet another pot of pasta. his brother Feliciano was no longer living with him which irritated him slightly but he didn't let that ruin his good mood. last he heard was Feliciano wanted to get away from all the nations and decided to live with alfreds brother. sudenlly the door bell rang cutting him off from his thoughts. lovino hummed as he walked happly to the door almost hoping it was antoino but to his disipointment it was Gilbert who stood on his front porch. lovinos smile faded imediatly and grumbled "of course it had to be another potato bastard..." raising his voice he said "if you're here to get Ludwig and feli back together then go to alfred he knews where he is. he doesn't live here anymore or atleast at the moment." and with that he grumbled to himself again as he slammed the door in Gilberts face not letting him get a word in.

meanwhile...

Ludwig sighed heavly as he shifted in his big arm chair. the tall long haired blonde apeared again, this time he was sitting on his couch. " do you really believe he has left you for good?" "...i don't know what to belive in anymore..." "i can tell you he hasn't givin up hope for you. he is waiting for you." "...how do you know?" "i can't tell you but i can show you..." he felt a hand touch his shoulder, looking up he saw felicano's grandfather as sleep seemed to overwelm his body and he struggled to keep his eyes open but failed to do so. soon Ludwig was 'asleep'.

opening his eyes again he saw that he was sitting on a large bed, rain hammerd against the window that was to the side of the bed. he gazed out the window and watched water trail down the glass. he noticed that when he looked at his reflection he saw warm honey eyes stare back at him instead of his cold blue ones, his hair was no longer short and golden blonde but instead it was now long and brown. he had no control over the new body but he could hear the italians thoughts and sense his feelings. he understood now what was going on, he was now seeing the world through the eyes of Feliciano. lots of feelings overwelmed him, there was a mixture of sadness,betrarale,rage, hate, frustration and most of all heart break. 'i knew he always hated me...but i never knew he could be so blind...i bet he is mad at me now and doesn't want to be my freind anymore' Ludwig heard Feliciano's inner voice say .suddenlly there was a knock at the door then it creaked open. "t...t...there's someone here to see ...y...y...you." the voice was soft and the man that stood in the doorway was slightly taller than he was (as feli) and looked alot like alfred. hope burst through the aching in his heart but imeadiatly dropped dead as Gilbert walked in the room with a towel around his neck. his eyes stung as tears threatend to pour from them. "feli ve need you back at de house, most of all Ludwig needs you. he hasn't said a vord since you left und has been sulking in his arm chair not doing anything at all, its almost scary." "...why?" "huh?" "why should i?" Felicianos voice was full of irritation. "why should i go back and help that potato bastard yet again just to get pushed aside again as soon as he is better? i want nothing to do with him, let alone be around him." doubt and fear swelled in his chest as he said those words. "you should help because he loves you." "well it's too late for that." Ludwig watched his brother nervously walk over to the bed before sitting down right next to him "well..i..." Gilbert began hesitantly. "i have known this for a long time now and i think this is the right moment to tell you... he is not the same person he used to be..." Gilberts voice was fading as the vision ended then soon darkness was all he saw before he opened his eyes again.