"You know you're not welcome here." Lovino snarled as Ludwig walked into the room, a desperate Feliciano behind him who snapped at his brother "He's the only one fratellino wanted to see, so shut up." Lovino was taken aback for a moment then realized Feliciano was only acting like this because of their little brother. "He's upstairs." Lovino mumbled to Ludwig, and then fled down the corridor, Feliciano at his heels. Ludwig walked upstairs, each step feeling like his foot was lead.

How would his beloved act upon seeing him...after two years?

How would he explain?

Was it worth it?

Could he explain?

Then he arrived at the wooden door to his room. To Alfonso's room. To his little Seborgian's room.

He knocked on the door. He stared at his shoes. Then a voice.

"Come in."

He pushed open the door.

The sunlight streamed out from behind him on the bed, even under the covers, making the youngest Italian look like an angel. "L-ludwig?" Alfonso coughed. It took the German about two seconds to take about five steps forward and fall onto his knees, his body shaking with suppressed sobs he'd held in all these years. Alfonso just smiled. "You c-came. I'm s-suprised. H-how have you been?" the Italian wheezed, his square curl bobbing in unison when his head dipped down to disguise the coughs.

Ludwig almost smiled in spite of everything. "You're dying, und you're asking me if I feel? Dummkopf." Alfonso gave a slight smile. "I missed you you know." he said, for once not coughing with his words. "I know." Ludwig said, the tears tracing rivers down his cheeks. "Did you miss me?" Alfonso asked, his voice quieting down to a murmur. Fear ran through the German at his side. "J-ja. I did." he stammered, sensing the two Italian brothers behind him.

"Hey, Ludwig...the light's really bright...it's hurting my eyes." the littlest Italian said, squinting into Ludwig's face. "You're not going yet, stay with me Alfonso!" Ludwig growled, cupping the face of Alsonso as the Italian's eyes started to close.

"Lud...I can see Grandpa Rome. Can you see him too?"

It was almost over. He couldn't stop it.

Lovino and Feliciano now entered the room, immediately welded to their baby brother's side, gripping his hands as the life left him.

"Ja. I can see him."

"Mmm. That's good. He's saying that I have to go...no! I don't want to go! I don't want to leave you!" Alfonso whimpered. Ludwig was now crying openly.

"I'm sorry, liebe, you have to." he managed to say through his sobs.

"Can I have something...before I go?" the Italian asked.

"Anything."

" Could I have a k-kiss?"

The German crushed his lips to his lover's as the Italian departed from this earth.

"Ciao, bello."

He was gone.

-NO! SEBORGA, COME BAAAAACK!-

*brains self in head with snapple bottle* WHY DO YOU WRITE SO MANY DEATH SCENES? WHY? Well, hope you enjoyed it. Please review if you want to.

Hasta la Pasta!