you honestly have no idea how many times i accidentally typed yaoi instead of yao it was terrible.

Ludwig grabbed Feliciano's bare shoulders and lifted him up, looking into his eyes.

"Feliciano, what do you mean by change?" he questions.

"I simply mean exactly what I said. Change. Do not fret, Ludwig. You'll see." Feliciano winked and grinned, resting on his elbows. But that shift seemed to cause him pain. He winced, rolling over and letting out a deep breath.

"Are you okay, Feliciano? Are you hurt?"

He waved off the questions, suppressing his grimace with a weak smile. "I'm fine, don't worry. Just some sore spots. Feliciano didn't want to worry Ludwig with his aches and pains. That was foolish, and Feliciano had no time for foolishness.

"Ludwig, if you don't mind, I'm going to step out and talk to the guards."

"Sure, go ahead. Do you want me to go find Toni and Lovi? And Gil?"

Feliciano hesitated for a moment, squinting at his hands. "No." Without another word, he walked out of the room, Ludwig's eyes trailing him to the door.

Once Feliciano was out of Ludwig's sight, he slumped down, cringing in pain. The damage done to his country was taking its toll on him immensely. His brother must be feeling something by now.

Speaking of his brother... He approached the guard standing outside the building. "Bring me Lovino and Antonio. Take Gilbert and give him your best medical care."

The guard nodded and walked off, replaced by yet another guard as to ensure safety. Feliciano smiled. He would slowly regain order to his country. And Wang Yao would pay the ultimate price.

Ultimate price? My god, Feliciano. What has gotten into you? He blinked several times in confusion. What has gotten into him? He isn't quite sure, but he knows it probably isn't good. It wasn't really Wang's fault, he tells himself. He certainly knows that one cannot disregard the commands of their leaders. But the real question is, why was the command given?

Feliciano walks along, heading to the place where Wang is being kept. Maybe if he questions him personally, he will actually get a reason. Upon entering the building, he detects a rather pungent smell of rust. He soon finds out why. There are bodies everywhere. Some charred, some mutilated. They all lay on the floor, with Wang tied to a chair in the middle of the cramped room. He looks terrible. There are multiple cuts on his face, his arms strung upward, covered in filth. He looks up slowly, noting Feliciano's presence.

"What do you want, Feliciano?" He croaks, and feeling sorry for him, Feliciano tells a guard to grab a glass of water, which he pours into Wang's mouth.

"I simply want to know why. Why would you do this?" The tone of his voice causes Wang to glance to the ground guiltily, causing anger to swell in Feliciano. He sighs, grabbing the man's sweat covered chin and bringing his head up. "Tell. Me. Why."

"Feliciano, it was a direct order. Why do I need to tell you more than that?"

"Because you nearly killed me!"

"I didn't make you come out here and get yourself tortured. That's on you."

"YOUR men are attacking my country, and in turn, I'm dying. Don't you see? Look at my back. None of my injuries have healed yet!"

"I'm really sorry. It's a matter of politics, really. Maybe you should start paying attention to things." Wang smirked and laughed, though it sounded more like a choking noise. Feliciano gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to lash out at the man. He did, however, throw the rest of the water on him, which caused a surprised gasp from Wang.

"What the fuck was that for?"

"Everything?" Feliciano stood up, throwing the cup to the side and whispering something to the guard that Wang couldn't make out. He left, breathing in the fresh air. He was going to change himself, regardless of what other people thought. He absolutely hated being looked down upon, and being called immature or airheaded. When would people realize it was all an act? He needed to talk to Ludwig, confide in him. He needed support.

But first, he would check on his Brother. Feliciano made his way back to the building, hoping that the guard returned with his friends.

"Have you retrieved my brother and Antonio? How is Gilbert doing?"

"Yes, both of the men are in there with your German, er.. Friend. Gilbert is not doing so well, however. He can't seem to recover. He keeps fading in and out of consciousness. It's not looking so good for him. Maybe it'll be easier if you all go visit him?"

Feliciano's face fell at the news. "Of course. Right away. Please, let them all know to join me. I'll be going right now."

The guard nodded, walking inside the building. Feliciano broke into a run towards the emergency facilities. It caused him an immense amount of pain, but he did not care. He always had a deep spot in his heart for Gilbert. The Prussian made him ecstatic and entertained. He loved Gilbert.

He ran into the building, bursting through the doors and surprising the nurses. Even Gilbert looked shocked to see him. Well, as shocked as one could look while probably being in utter pain. He looked awful, his eyes not shining with his usual energy. Hair matted down with dirt and dust, making him look about twenty years older. Feliciano let out a shaky sigh and hugged the man tightly.

"Ouch, Feli. Get your shoulder out of my neck!" he complained loudly, and Feliciano chuckled, wiping tears away from his eyes.

"Why are you crying? I'm perfectly fine!"

"Gil, I've seen perfectly fine, and you are not it."

"Ouch, Feli. You're hurting my ego" he teased, laughing softly. Feliciano grinned, swatting his arm lightly. "Besides, I can't have anything happen to me yet, I haven't gotten to see you and my brother get married! I need to be your Brother in law before I can move on." He winked at Feliciano and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

Feliciano nearly fell over. "Don't worry about that stuff! Worry about yourself! You need to get better, or I won't marry him at all" Feliciano shot back.

"Won't be marrying who?" came Ludwig's deep voice from behind them.

Gilbert nearly fainted from laughing so hard, while Feliciano blushed absurdly, looking to Antonio. His eyes roamed over his brother and he ceased laughing immediately. The grey bags under Lovi's eyes stuck out roughly against his paling skin. He seemed to be clinging onto to Antonio's hand like a life support. Which, Feliciano thought, it probably was. He stood up and walked across the room, enveloping his brother into a firm hug. Lovino's arms wrapped around him, his head resting on Feliciano's shoulder. Antonio joined their hug, even Ludwig joined. He could hear Lovino sniffling and was instantly surprised. Had he ever heard his brother cry? He decided that, no, Lovino had never cried in front of Feliciano.

No matter how much he pretended not to, he had immense respect for his elder brother. Lovino was tough and witty, but caring and loyal. Feliciano couldn't ask for such a better sibling. He made a mental note to himself that, if he survives this whole ordeal, he needs to spend more time with Seborga. Family is important.

"I would join your little cuddle fest, but I'm apparently not allowed to leave this bed" Gilbert grumbled.

"It's okay. There will be plenty more when you're all better" Feliciano assured him and bent down, gently kissing Gilbert's cheek. Gilbert smiled, a little of his usual light returning to his eyes.

"Thank you, Feliciano. But you wouldn't want to make Ludwig jealous, would you?" Gilbert smirked.

"I'll wipe that shit eating grin off your face, Gil." Ludwig smirked.

"Ha! I'd like to see you try. You wouldn't harm a fly, little bro" Gilbert mocked.

Feliciano knew this was the brothers' way of telling them they loved each other, and he smiled.

"Guess we should let you rest, Gil. See you at the wedding." Feliciano laughed when Ludwig muttered 'What.' Gilbert winked at him and began conversing with Antonio. Feliciano noted that Lovino never released his hand.

Once they were outside, Feliciano turned on Ludwig. "I'm honestly really worried about Gilbert..."

Ludwig sighed, running a nervous hand through his hair. "Me too. I'm not sure what will happen to him, since he isn't technically still a country..."

Feliciano observed Ludwig, looking at every inch of him. Noticing every new wrinkle appearing in his forehead. The stress marks under his eyes, his disheveled hair.

"Just... Promise me you won't fall apart? You're all I have for support. And I love you."

Ludwig smiled softly at Feliciano. "Of course, I'll always be here for you. So will Gilbert. Don't worry too much. I love you too." Ludwig bent over and kissed Feliciano, who smiled against his lips.

"You know," Feliciano started. "I don't think I can ever get used to this. I've loved you for so long, and now you're finally mine. I can't quite wrap my head around that."

"Well, I'll always be yours. Even if all you ever eat is pasta..." Ludwig looked off into the distance and Feliciano gaped at him.

"Are you really complaining about my diet, Mr. Potatoes-for-every-meal? At least I have some variety!" He playfully swatted at Ludwig's arm, giggling and kissing him on the cheek.

Antonio came out then, with Lovino attached to his hand. He smiled at the two in each others arms. "They say Gilbert can join us at our current residence soon. He must be recovering some. Hopefully all will go well!"

Feliciano always admired Antonio's optimism. It filled an entire room with hope. He was really happy that his brother had someone to outmatch his crabbiness with joy.

"That's so great! Why don't you guys head back to the building? I have some things to take care of, but I'll join you later." Feliciano said.

Ludwig looked reluctant to let Feliciano go anywhere by himself, but he nodded, kissing him quickly. He walked in the direction of their building, Toni and Lovi following suit. Feliciano sighed, running a hand across his face. He rolled his shoulders before heading off towards the current POW site. He needed to talk to Wang Yao again.

When he entered, he noticed a lack of bodies. "Seems like someone cleaned up for you." he said.

"Hmm, yea. Such a courtesy. I'm much obliged." Feliciano was shocked at how much sarcasm this man could muster up in such a situation. He sighed again. Honestly, his stress level must be off the charts right now. "Could you just give me a solid answer as to why you had to attack my country?" he tries, pacing in front of Wang.

"You want an honest answer? Your boss was being a piece of shit. Kept putting his input in everything when it really wasn't necessary. My boss got fed up with it, told him if he didn't stop he'd make him. Your boss didn't take kindly to that. He threatened us as a whole, told my boss he'd 'wreck us' and we couldn't do anything about it. So, you're here dying over a petty fight because your dumb boss couldn't shut his mouth for a whole two minutes. Are you happy now? Was that what you wanted to hear?" Wang's voice rose until he was nearly shouting, spit flying out of his mouth as he talked. Feliciano looked at him, really looked at him. He didn't know what to say.

All this trouble because of a silly argument. Feliciano scoffed.

"Are you going to let me go now?"

"Hardly." And he left. Ran out like nothing was happening. He ran as far as his legs could carry him, until there was nothing surrounding him but empty country side. He fells to his knees, pulling on his hair. Tears pooled in his eyes and he let them flow freely. He couldn't take this. It was too much, and the scream that shot out of him sounded as if he'd been beaten bloody. The emotions were crippling. He lay on the ground curled up tightly. He sobbed as loud as he could, pent-up emotions bursting out of him.

His country was a mess, he realized that now. He needed a new boss. He had a goal in mind and he planned to see it through no matter what.