Lovino knocks on the floor.

'I'll only let you go if you don't run.'

'I promise ...'

He lets go and Lovino struggles to get up. He looks at the two piercing and remembers the one what he found and put in his pocket. He takes it out and hands it to Antonio.

'I don't know what it's good for, but I don't need yours.'

The Spaniard takes back his piercing and clears his throat.

'Sorry about that ...'

'Oh, I know you're stupid.'

Lovino looks at his brother, who looks confused.

'If we accept these things, what does that mean? And where do we need to place them on ourselves? '

Luciano sits back in his chair and, as he smacks with his fingers two men come, with one chair each. They put them next to the redhead on both sides and call his nephews. They slowly walk in closer and feel that many strangers' eyes are on them. When they sit down, Luciano pushes himself a little further back to see the boys.

'You have already taken the responsibility of coming in and showing yourself. But if you accept that, you have to be even braver. Any time they can find us, the Italian Estremisti, and then you got to jail just like us, so you couldn't talk to anyone, not even mention it.'

The boys look at each other and nods at the offer.

They are going home and they have reached the field. A slight spring breeze blows and birds are chirping on the trees. The siblings are a little uneasy, but it is understandable. With just half an hour of getting involved in a crime band that their grandfather is trying to end, who wouldn't be afraid? Suddenly, Feli stops and reaches into his pocket. After a little search, he takes out the piercing and looks at it well.

'Why didn't they make us wear that already?'

Lovi responds slightly irritated and shrugs his shoulders.

'Let's be glad they didn't kill us.'

As he recalls the memory, the Spaniard, who is his workplace mentor, who pushed him down to the floor, he frozes.

'Do you think Antonio could really do that?'

That's just what his brother didn't want to hear. I just can't think of it, but after that, I don't want to trust him anymore. If I wouldn't react so fast, then grandfather would need to buy wreath to put on our grave, of course if they had found their bodies at all. He turns slowly and there is not a single bit of fear in his eyes.

'He? Too weak to do such a thing. '

Feliciano looks at the piercing again, then catches up Lovino.

Outside the house, Iulius sits on a bench, because it's not cold and he reads a book, of course, in Italian. For a long time he does not notice his grandchildren, only when they are already there.

'Buona giornata! Where have you been?'

The brothers look at each other and Lovino begins to talk. He is much more adept at lying.

'We talked a little too much in the city. Time went by and we realized a little late that we should be home. '

Iulius puts the book down and smiles at the boys.

'Come on, anyway you are old enough... I have a surprise.'

He snuggles up like a little teenager and carries the book with himself. He walks slowley down the small dirt road and they enter the house. He immediately gets excited about a letter from the nearby dining table. He would open it and start, but then the elder brother begins to laugh.

'What's so funny?'

'Just the image that you holding a letter in your hand.'

Well, yes, you can't see that many times because official papers are slowly being sent electronically.

'This is a letter that is even more important then usual letters. We can say that is the most important!'

The boys sit down on the couch, after their grandfather on the chair next to him, and starts reading.

'The leaders of the newly formed Allies are holding a banquet, inviting a member of every influential family to know our intentions. It can also be a potential experience gathering for younger members and get to know a lot of people. This noble meeting will be held on March 30, 2097. We hope that most of us will accept our invitation. Dated: March 21, 2097.'

Feli and Lovi look at eachother a little confused at what Iulius notices and explains what that means.

'I'll let someone to the party... Lovi, I think you would be the perfect choice. You could get information on possible uprisings. We would send you there with a fake name.'

Lovino gets up and places his hands to his chest to politely reject this generous offer. However, Iulius insists and tousles him into a room that hasn't been used for a long time. This was her daughter's room when she was alive. He loved her and still proud to have such a grandson as Lovino. The room is tidy and has no dust, so it should be cleaned sometimes. Probably Iulius does it because the boys are surprised. They hadn't been in this room yet, it was not allowed.

'Grandfather, why did you bring us here? What are you going to do with Lovi?'

Feliciano is a little frightened and looks at one of the closets, which may not be a piece of today, but the value of it is as big as they could go on a trip to the beach, on the money, and they could rent a little house there, and that's not as easy as it seems.

'I told, you won't go as Lovino Vargas...'

He starts to unpack from another wardrobe, which is predictably full of women's clothes.

'Your name will be Lorenza Santoro.'

'Who is she?'

Lovi doubts the whole idea of his grandfather pulling out a green cocktail dress, with rarely sparkling stones scattered at the bottom. The breast has a floral embroidery in blue and has a strap on one side only. Iulius tears a bit too. He turns to Lovino.

'What are you going to do, old man?! Don't you dare!'

The Italian however tried to protest the dress is on him, but the zipper at the back cannot be used. He is too muscular for this dress. Feliciano gets up from the floor a little shyly and helps pull off the zipper.

'What if I go there?'

His brother and grandfather are surprised by this idea.

'After all, I'm smaller and weaker. Almost like a young lady.'

Iulius thinks and then gives the dress to his smaller grandson, which is noticeably looks better than on Lovino. They look at it all the time, but one thing is wrong, it's the breast part. The dress is too big. Then the "old sick" begins to search her daughter's old stuff again, then pulls out a bra and two shawls.

'So you have to put this in, but you have to be careful. It can't hang out because it will lose the realictic look.'

Feli is a little embarrassed, but obeys his grandfather. First they put on the bra and then he puts in the two shawls. When they look at him again, he's like a completely different person, or more precisely, a "lady".

'I didn't think my brother was a beautiful woman.'

'He isn't.'

Iulius now goes to a dressing table and opens a small wooden box with beautiful carvings as decoration. As he takes out a hair comb with flowers and a butterfly as an ornament, it immediately becomes clear to both youngsters that their grandfather lost his mind seriously, even though there is no turning back. He goes over to Feliciano again and puts the comb in his hair.

'I wish your parents could saw this...'

'After all, we can take a picture.'

Lovino takes out his phone and grimaces, holding back his laugh, taking a picture of his brother, and then sending it to a certain Ludovika, who has a profile picture of a young blond-haired and cyan-eyed young lady. When she sees the picture her immediate answer is that it is very sweet and only 1 week away and they'll meet. When Feli hears this, he jumps in joy and laughs. Lovi puts his phone back in his pocket and sits down slightly, though smiling. So good for someone who still has a mother. He looks up to his brother and sees his own mother, even though Feliciano has never known Luciana, the daughter of Iulius, the first wife of their common father, who has been expanding the army of otherworlds for over 22 years.

'Well!'

The old man breaks the cheer of the young Italian.

'There are still a few days until the banquet, in the meantime you will help me with my housework.'

'So you mean that while you work in your office, WE WORK AT HOME?!'

Iulius nods and helps Feliciano get his normal clothes on.

Banquet Day

As Lorenza Santoro, 16-year-old Feliciano Vargas is at the banquet and, surprisingly, doesn't dare to talk to strangers. That is, with no one really, so when a man approaches him, he elegantly turns around and heads off to a less crowded place in this great room, where maybe hundreds of people are, money-makers, politicians or who were born with just a good name like himself. But now no one can find out who he is. If he is asked, he must answer that he is the niece of Iulius Vargas, who grew up in Sicily. And he is married to his older grandson, though they haven't met in person.

As Feli repeats these lines, his stomach turns up. And again, he must flee, this time heading for the Swedish table because he is already hungry. He first looks at a tray with small sandwiches, and since he is too hungry, but the dress does not allow him to eat too much, he picks a piece of it. Because it is a little heated, he cannot see what is in it. Nevertheless, he chews it well and then swallows it. He didn't pay much attention to the flavors, but when his tongue started to burn, he realised there was something hot in it. He starts to rush suddenly and luckily he founds punch. He grabs a glass and draws himself with a ladle, then drinks it. He is relieved , and since it is far more innocent than those terrible sandwiches, he drinks again. This time he drinks is much slower and takes a look at the room. It's just like in any Disney fairy tale the ballroom where the prince and the princess find each other, dance, talk, fall in love, and celebrate a world wedding. I wish my "prince" was here. As he thinks about it someone pushes him accidentaly from his behind and so a glass of punch spills onto the dress. He turns scary, while he tries to flee again, but the other man, reaches for a napkin and starts nervously wiping out the ugly patch of the green textile. Fortunately, he succeeds and only then looks into his victim's eyes. His hands tremble a little, but not from fear, from the anger. He closes his eyes.

'What are you doing here?'

'We received an invitation.'

He takes out the letter from his reticule and hands it to the German, who is Ludwig who was clearly angry when he identified Feliciano. As he reads it, he hands it back and leans on the table, in front of the Italian, who pulls out a white fan to cover his face from the side.

'Grandpa didn't want to come.'

'I understand, it's a fancy place. Look at the difference between a couple of people.'

The two look at the people and there is somekind of line between them.

'Right-wingers are big politicians and country leaders on the left, where we are, they are... soldiers, cops and average people with money. They're nothing special, mercenaries from countries.'

Feli looks like he doesn't really care and smiles.

'I don't think it should be that way...'

He goes to the right side. Suddenly, Ludwig doesn't know what to do, and then walks after Italian. He is barely able to follow in the crowd and Ludwig has to push some guests away. Wait a minute! Why am I following him? After all, he's an Italian and Vargas, they don't like the Germans. His grandfather told me straight away that we were all sinners, dogs, so his grandchildren's could be no different. Meanwhile, he fought his way through the crowded room and found Feliciano drinking champagne with a few big men. The President of the United Kingdom is also here, Arthur Kirkland. There is a rumor that the Japanese Führerin (Führer woman) has taken his eyesight in a battle that has been for almost 2 years. He hasn't been in any media since then and now he is there and talking to the stupidest people in the world while laughing big. What do you think of yourself, stupid boy? As a possible Axis Powers member in your country, and you just chating happily?! He rushes over to them and tries to look kindly at the disguised boy.

'Sorry, but why did you come here?'

'You said there was too much difference between the two guest types. That's why I came here.'

The others can't really understand the conversation, because it is in Italian. A purple-eyed, blond-haired, mocked figure with a slightly strange English accent, like almost French says.

'Jeune Beilschmidt. Do you know this young lady?'

Before he could answer, Feli interrupts him.

'This is very interesting story, if the gentlemen want it, I can tell it once... oh, of course if we can be friends?'

Everyone starts nodding wildly, except Arthur. He's only drinking his champagne gloomily. Ludwig pulls the Italian back a little, as if the Group of men could understand anything.

'What is it?'

'If you still want to live in that dusty, dark interrogation room, go for it!'

'It's not! Why did you answer?'

Of course, the previous cold shower what Ludwig received from the Italian is a little bad. But he can't let himself get angry, so he releases Feli's weak shoulders.

'If I know it well, you wouldn't be able to say a meaningful, coherent sentence in English.'

He goes back to the others and talks fine. The German thinks a little, and then realizes that the little silly boy is right about that. But from this it seems that they, the Vargas family, really can't stand the Germans. He leaves the group sadly and goes to the other side.

The conversation between the guests may have been going on for a few hours when the newly allied Allies leaders are called to the stage. This leaves only one woman from Feliciano's small group who smokes e-cigarette and hasn't said much. She has tired dark eyes and hair up to waist in a bun covered by a red hat.

'May I ask your name?'

'Catherine Bonnefoi, and if you speak to me again, I'll crastate you!'

What, did she realize I am a boy? And the others? I hope not... He looks up on the stage, of course he moves away from the French woman while he straightens his dress. Suddenly, the room darkens and little lights circulates. A man's voice comes out of the speakers and everyone is silent.

'All dear guests! Welcome the New-Allies members with applause! Arthur Kirkland, Jean Bonnefoi, Samuel Williams, Jang Xi Zheng, Ivan Braginski and Allen Jones! Welcome our hosts!'

The sound is muted and the men begin to talk about all the brawls; about world peace, medicines, equality and similar lies. For a while, these beautiful promises interests Feliciano, but suddenly somebody stands next to him. He turns around and happily notices that it is the German soldier.

'Good to see you again.'

'Did you have a good time?'

He says a little mockingly, but his voice is filled with interest, as if he were bored alone.

'Nah, it was weird, they were only able to talk about their countries ... aren't we going to eat?'

Ludwig is a little surprised by this, but what would he be worried about, if this Italian wouldn't like him and tries to poison his food, someone could still give him medicine here... probably. As they leave their current location, the lamps are switched on again and everyone starts talking again. Only the two of them hang out together, even though they don't really know each other, but they don't say much to each other. Why did I come back to him? After all, I could talk to the other soldiers or maybe look at the trophies, medals and decorations in the hallway. I'll never meet with this Italian young man again. His country will not join us either in ammunition and, to be honest, he will not survive all this, he is too weak. Maybe I have sorry for him. We can heal many things, but we cannot stop natural excretion. While the German was thinking like this, Feliciano had already gone round the tables and put a lot of things on his little plate.

'Are you going to eat these?'

'Yes, I'm not even interested in the dress being tight on me. I won't care if my tummy tucks up.'

Meanwhile, a piece of crumb stays on the edge of his mouth, which he swallows after a few serious looks. That makes Ludwig laugh for some reason, but he quickly recovers and clears his throat, then becomes stern again.

'Oh, and finally I saw you smiling.'

Suddenly, 3 men appear around the Italian who can only look at them nicely.

'Buona sera, signori.'

'What a sweet little Italian woman.'

'Yes, would you like to come with us?'

'We will introduce you to our friends.'

He is led away without further ado and Ludwig does not really understand it because they spoke English. As an outsider, they didn't look sinister, just like old friends came to the Italian. He shrugs and calmly pours himself a glass of champagne. Since there is no one beside him, he says a host lonely. For me and my sanity. He drinks it and gently places the glass on the table. He looks down at his feet on the floor and sees tiny pieces of paper that have been irregularly dropped one after the other. How can someone be so treble? He looks around and decides if he has nothing else, he will pick it up himself. But after a while, he starts to get strange that there's too much and he realizes it. Gottverdammt! Feliciano's in trouble! Not noticeably, but he starts running and follows the paper pieces to the yard. It's too dark, I won't see them. He takes his phone out of his pocket and turns on the lamp. With just a couple of lovers walking around or sitting on a bench, they probably haven't noticed the small group of kidnappers of the Italian. The number of pieces of paper on the ground is gradually decreasing, it might only few left just, which is not a good sign. There is one reason to save him, because if anything goes wrong, it will only cause even greater strife between countries. But this is not the purpose of this banquet!

'Feliciano!'

There is no answer and he can only see paper pieces every 25 meters. Then he hears a scream and a few men's voices.

'It could be only him! Stupid jacket, I can't run because of it.'

As he being furious with it, he throws down the jacket what lands on the ground. He just runs faster, now he doesn't looking for the paper pieces, just follows the direction of the sound.

'If you don't shut up, I'll fucking fuck you!'

He didn't quite understand everything, but only one word. If he doesn't get there in time, one way or the other, the boy will be hurt. The last corner is on the left, what he takes fast. There are these troublemakers who have almost dismantled Feliciano's clothes. They probably haven't realized that the Italian is a man. But Ludwig is still too far away to do anything. Then, out of nowhere, a dark figure appears, breating up these men, so Ludwig slows down but, but for safety's sake, does not go back and continues his walk. This figure starts to speak in Italian, so luckily he understands it.

'Feliciano, are you okay? Anyone hurt you!'

'I am fine, thank you for coming, Antonio.'

Ludwig speeds up a bit. I know this sound. As he arrives there, he suddenly grabs this man and he frozes.

'Fernandez?! Why are you..?'

'Because Feli is an informator, we are fed up with not helping our suffering companions on the front.'

Ludwig starts to point at the Italian even more with his finger.

'Are you also an Estremistri? But your grandfather...'

'Calm down Ludwig, he's only been it for a few days, he doesn't know what was...then.'

He emphasizes the last word very much and then takes on a normal face again.

'I think let's go back, it's getting cooler out here.'

He wrinkles himself and hugs Feliciano, who in the meantime has adjusted his dress and trimmed his hair.

When Feliciano returned home, he told about his adventure, but didn't mention Ludwig. His grandfather couldn't accept a German soldier trying to help him. Yeah, he knows Iulius doesn't like the Nazis, and he doesn't have a problem with the Germans either, because...

Tuesday, April 2, 2097

The weather is a bit rainier today, but in the evening, the weather will be gone. Lovino looks slightly sleepy through the window and yawns. He raises his mug to his mouth, which has coffee and sips it in. The steam of the hot drink hits the window glass, which reminds him of their childhood with Feli. In such similar rare rainy hours, they sat down in front of a window and breathed on them, then wrote down their own secrets. Because it's just being written down and disappearing. Of course, after such a game, the glass got dirty, so grandpa got angry with them and had to clean them. He also remembers when he pushed it too hard at a point where it had fallen out of place and he could not catch it, so when it hit the ground, it broke for little pieces. Then he was crying because he was scared of what was going to happen and it was Feli who comforted him and he got enough brave to tell his grandfather about it. They didn't get punishment, but they didn't get chocolate for a week. That one week was an eternal for him, but now he knows that if he doesn't get that punishment, he wouldn't realize how much damage they have done. As he looks into his coffee he realizes that the coffe is out, so he goes to the kitchen and makes another cup of coffee. Iulius is in the office so only he and his brother are at home, who is probably still asleep. But he was wrong, when the kitchen door opened, he saw the amber eye looking out of the window just as he had done himself for less than half a minute. THey don't talk, just goes to the coffee machine and starts making the next 3dl. Meanwhile, he looks at his watch and realizes that it's only 9 in the morning.

'Would you do one for me too?'

The roar of the machine is interrupted by Feliciano's voice who looks at Lovino with a cinnamon-roll in his hand, already half-chewed.

'Of course.'

Just a few minutes passes, he puts the other mug in front of his brother. They sit opposite each other and stare out the same window.

'Are we playing that again?'

Of course the younger ones ask and put his coffee in front of himself. Lovi just looks at his brother for a while, thinking.

'But let's make it clear before that. Do not press our hands too hard and wipe gently to prevent the glass from falling out. Yeah, and one more; we both tell each other one secret.'

His brother nods and shakes his hand to confirm their deal. First, Feli starts and makes sure to write it down legibly. Lovino begins to read by himself. I met someone else at the banquet who is a good person. He grimaces slightly and waits until his brother's writing disappears. Then he comes, which Feli reads to himself. Maybe I have heart disease again. The young one is shocked, but he can't ask any more, so that's fair. A little bit gloomily, but both continue their coffee.

About two weeks later …

Someone knocks on the door and Iulius slowly opens the door, he did not expect any visitors. There's a blonde woman and a blonde man in the door, though the man's hair is probably dyed. They are dressed in kitsch clothes and the are huge suitcases in their hands. They grin as if they were eating a fungus and, after a little wait, they fell into the old man's arms, who was still talking.

'Ludovika... Flavio... how...'

They let go and they hear a sudden rush, though they have already started their tale. Feliciano appears and suddenly falls into the arms of the two adults.

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