sometimes i go back and look at my chapters and notice all those mistakes and that's just to say that I don't have time to beta these and go through them thoroughly, so you may see some second grade grammar errors and I am very sorry for that.
"Feliciano. I never wanted to do this. You know we can not just outright refuse boss orders! I have nothing against you..."
Feliciano stood, holding onto Ludwig's arm. This entire time it had been Wang Yao. Causing all of this... pain, torture? Stunned into silence, he looked at the man on the ground with wide eyes.
Lovino was appalled. He stepped forward and smacked the man brutally across the face. Even Ludwig flinched. Wang showed no sign of pain, only deep regret.
"You could have killed us! I know you can't refuse boss orders but, honestly, this is below you, Wang. I expected so much more out of you." Lovino's words stung even to the people around him. Feliciano still could not find words.
Gilbert sat up so abruptly that several stitches popped, which he seemed not to notice. Medics rushed around attempting to fix his wound. Antonio sat stunned in silence, his hand -that was not currently reaching out to Lovino- covered his mouth in shock.
Words finally reached Feliciano. "Lock him and as many men of his away as you can. Burn them. Make him watch. Make him feel the same pain I've felt while he's been doing this to my country."
"Surely, you don't mean that?" Ludwig looked at the small man next to him, the fire burning in those amber eyes was terrifyingly bright.
Feliciano let go of Ludwig and stepped toward Wang. Everyone noticed the slight flinch as Feliciano stood before him. He raised a hand as Ludwig closed his eyes, prepared to hear the sound of skin impacting with skin-
But it never came.
Feliciano gently stroked the now shivering man's face. It was evident he was not cold, but there was something about the usually kind Italian that seemed... Off. Ludwig didn't really know how to describe it. Feliciano froze, hand hovering on Wang's dirt smudged cheek. He cocked his head and looked into the eyes of all of his friends. Words could not describe what he felt inside, hell, he didn't even know what he was feeling. Immense anger?
For all intents and purposes, Wang would be punished. What was left of the Italian army marched forward to grab members of the opposing troops. They fought and fought, but there was a new found purpose in the Italians. The struggle of the attackers were fruitless as they were hauled away. He spared one side long glance at Wang before waving to the men holding him.
The Chinese man shot up then, the grip of the soldiers on his arms loosening, sending him face first on the ground. He looked at Feliciano and silently pleaded with him. The Italian showed no sign of even paying him attention. He grabbed Ludwig's hand and walked off leaving everyone confused.
The soldiers hauled Wang up once again and carried him off to what he thought of as his impending doom. Sometimes he could be a tad overly dramatic, he thought to himself.
"Feliciano!" Ludwig all but panted while attempting to keep up with the surprisingly quick pace of the Italian. "What's wrong? You seem different."
This halted Feliciano, and he turned to look into worried blue eyes. Ludwig looked at him expectantly, but Feliciano just smiled.
Something about that smile sent shivers down Ludwig's spine. He suddenly felt very cold and out of place. His palms had begun sweating after Feliciano had made the terrible decision on Wang's army, but the Italian seemed not to mind. He strode forward, pulling Ludwig with him, up to a rather grand building. It stood out with stark contrast compared to the charred buildings and carnage of war all around them.
The towering building must have been several stories tall, a large ornate golden bell chiming atop the regal arches of the roof. The wide oak door swung open and a cold draft of air washed over Ludwig. It would have felt refreshing had he not been so worried about Feliciano...
They stepped into the large entrance room, covered in maroon wall paper, a breathtakingly beautiful chandelier hanging above. A set of stairs stood before them, towering almost menacingly, Ludwig thought. The building seemed unoccupied for the most part. There were cobwebs in corners, stairs had a considerable amount of dust on them.
Ludwig was so distracted by the scene around him that he almost missed Feliciano muttering to himself. He picked up on certain things like, 'cleaning the place up' and 'new kingdom.' Ludwig thought nothing of it at the moment.
Feliciano led Ludwig up the grand staircase, veering to the right once they reached the top. The room they entered into was obviously a sort of bed room. A massive bed stood in the center with golden pillows resting atop satin sheets with floral designs. The nightstand next to it held a picture that Ludwig could not make out from this distance. A fireplace was adjacent from the bed, illuminating the creamy wall and shining brightly on a photo of Italy many years ago.
The first thought to cross Ludwig's mind was 'why is the fireplace lit?'
Feliciano strode over to the window and gazed out of it for what seemed like hours. Finally he turned to face Ludwig, the orange light of sunset making his soft features almost ghastly. The usual welcoming amber eyes burning the harsh orange of fire. A smile danced across his lips. Ludwig raised an eyebrow, and Feliciano grabbed his hand, pulling him to the large bed.
"I'm so glad we can finally be alone. Don't you agree, Ludwig?" he questions, the look in his eyes almost daring Ludwig to ask him about his strange behavior.
"Of course, Feliciano. But you've been through so much, I think you should rest."
At that, Feliciano laughed and placed his small hand on Ludwig's chest, a glint in his eyes making Ludwig nervous. Feliciano pushed him onto the bed and crawled onto him, straddling his hips. He leaned in to kiss Ludwig. Soft at first, but gradually growing more heated. Ludwig let out a satisfied noise when Feliciano's tongue swept across his lips. His mouth opened and Feliciano lay fully atop Ludwig. The feeling of Feliciano's tongue on his sent shivers down his spine.
When they broke their kisses for air, Feliciano looked deep into his eyes, one hand coming up to cradle his cheek.
"Oh, Ludwig. There is hardly time for rest." He smiled, his eyes narrowing. " A change is coming."