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"Where are we going, ve~?" Feliciano asked as he buckled his seatbelt in his mother's car.

"We're going to visit Grandpa Rome. He doesn't know i'm back yet."

"Oh. Okay!" Feli smiled. He liked going to Romulus' house, despite his hate of the mafia. He just didn't like seeing people get hurt.

As they passed by Lovino's apartment building, Feliciano frowned. He still felt terrible for the things he told his brother. His words had been in anger, and he hadn't truly meant them. As he thought more about it, he felt more and more guilty, more and more ashamed. Was that honestly how he felt? Were all those fleeting thoughts that he'd always denied, the ones he locked away in order to keep his cheerful demeanor, true?

Did he really think he was better than his brother? Did he really think that he was the only one worthy of his mother's love, or his grandfather's, just because he was there first? Did he really look down on Lovino? Did he really laugh at his failures and boast his own achievements in the dark corners of his mind?

"No, no, no!" Feliciano screamed, shaking his head while covering his ears, as if that alone would block out his own thoughts.

"Feliciano?" His mother's head whipped around to look at him in panic. She quickly realized he was hyperventilating.

Before she could ask what was wrong, he quieted and slumped over in his seat unconscious.


"Why do I have to wear this?" Spain whined about the pirate costume he currently adorned.

"Because it's the only thing I have that'll fit your bulky arse!" Arthur snapped.

"My 'arse' isn't bulky." Spain replied, turning to check in the mirror, just in case.

"What about my ass, Arty? Is it bulky?" Antonio asked innocently.

"..." Arthur sighed.

Francis smirked. "Don't worry, Antone, Your ass is-"

"Goddammit, would you gits quit talking about arses and get the hell out of here already!"

"Okay, Okay." They responded in unison.

"I'll be taking this." Spain said, picking up a battle axe from an old chest. "Might need it."

"That's mine!" Arthur yelled.

"Not anymore!" Spain called over his shoulder as he left.

"So, what's the plan?" Antonio asked. Francis shrugged, getting in the car.

"Don't need one." Spain said from the passenger seat. "We'll just bust up in there, beat up the grandpa, and take back the brat."


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