this is part two, dedicated to foxyaoi123! thanks for the inspiration!

now here is where I feel a bit sorry for Feliciano

sorry for the short chapter =/

Feliciano ran to Ludwig's house, terrified. What was going on here? He burst into the house. "Ludwig!"

The German hurried to the door. "Feli, what is it?" He asked. Feliciano buried his face into his lover's shirt, sobbing quietly.

"Everyone is being mean to me! Francis called me useless, Arthur knocked me over, Alfred pulled my chair out from under me…it's been a horrible day! And I keep calling Lovino, and sending him letters, but…" Feliciano sniffled, holding up the letter. In red ink was scrawled 'TI ODIO!' and under it, in blue ink, was written 'te odio.'

"What does that mean?" Ludwig asked.

"'I hate you' in Italian and Spanish!" Feliciano wailed, clutching Ludwig's shirt. "Everyone hates me now; I don't understand!" Feliciano sniffled. Ludwig led the younger Italian to the couch, sitting down and allowing Feliciano to curl up on his lap.

"Antonio called me yesterday. He told me to be mean to you. I refused to hurt you like that, and he told me, 'if you aren't with us, you're against us. There is no 'neutral' in this war; even Vash picked our side.' It's Antonio and Lovino," Ludwig sighed.

"They really do hate me!" Feliciano cried. Ludwig hugged him.

"What does it matter? I love you, and I'll never leave you," Ludwig explained softly, kissing the amber-eyed Italian gently.

"Grazie, Ludwig," Feliciano sniffled, cuddling against his German lover.

Antonio held up the dress, thanking the delivery man. "Lovi?" He called. Lovino came down, his hair tousled and his eyes red and puffy. He saw the dress and broke out into fresh tears, falling to his knees. Antonio ran over, kneeling next to him.

"J-just burn it!" Lovino wept into his hands. He turned and ran back to his room. Antonio stared at the dress, shaking his head. He got up and went to put it in his closet.

smart, Antonio. but...well, will it matter? Will Lovino go to the wedding? the way things are going...will there even be a wedding?