ANOTHER ONE! (RAINBOWZ) btw on an unrelated note, I spent this whole chapter listening to David Bowie dance magic dace :F unrelated info is unrelated. Ok fine ill start it.

When Italy got home, he was as tired as ever. He concluded that the crying session made him so tired. He didn't feel like doing anything at that time. He just lazily lied on the couch.

Ve… so tired. And it's only 4:00 o'clock.

Feliciano looked over to where the table was where the job application still lay.

Oh. I forgot to talk about that .Maybe… some other time.

Feliciano let himself be filled with the sweet feeling of sleep.

When Feliciano woke up again, to find that it was 11:00 o'clock.

Ve. This is why I should have waited to go to sleep.

Feliciano sat up on the couch, and turned on the T.V. he flipped through the channels, to find nothing interesting, so he just turned to the news channel.

"Breaking news! We just found a robbery on…"

Feliciano lost interest and went to the kitchen to find something to snack on.

"…a jewelry store in town square…"

Feliciano leaned to see the T.V.

"Police said it was a rare kind of jewelry that can't be found anywhere."

He walked up to the remote and turned up the volume.

"If you have any information on this jewelry, please contact the police."

A picture of the necklace showed up on the screen, and Feliciano's eyed widened.

That's… the necklace I saw! But… why would someone steal it?

Feliciano stared at the screen blankly.

…

Well it's not my problem!

He thought at he munched down on some cereal.

The next day was Sunday and Feliciano was currently standing outside of the restaurant the job application was to. He studied it with his eyes, wondering if he should go in. But without really thinking about it, his feet began to walk on its own. He walked in and found that the restaurant was quite decent for a small place. He had been asking around and apparently the place was quite popular.

He just walked through the door and a waitress was already there. "Welcome to 'Papa's Italiano Cibo!' Would you like a table or a booth?" She asked. "O-Oh! Well, I was wondering about this." Feliciano said, while handing her the application. "Oh! You must be Feliciano! We've been waiting for you!"

…

"Ve?"

The waitress grabbed Feliciano's hand and led him to the back room, while saying to her co-workers "Got some business to take care of, take over for me?" They nodded, and the waitress continued to the back room, down a hall, and to a door. She opened it, and walked in. "Heeeeelllloowww my dearest boss! Got some great news for ya! We just found our chef!" Feliciano looked around. "V-Ve! Me?" "Yep!" Feliciano looked to where the front of the room was, and there stood a man about as tall as he was, just a little taller. Feliciano couldn't see his face very well, the room wasn't very bright. "Ah! He's here! Thank you Bella! You can go back now." The woman, whose name was Bella, walked back to the door and shut it.

"So you must be Feliciano." The man said, walking foreword. Feliciano saw his face, and could have sworn he seen it somewhere.

I've been seeing a lot of faces I could have seen somewhere. Maybe I'm getting paranoid?

He reached out his hand to shake it. "You can call me Alejandro." Feliciano shook his hand. "Alejandro. Isn't that a Spanish name?" Feliciano asked. "Yep. I know, it's weird that a Spanish man runs an Italian restaurant, but this was inherited to me." "Oh? By your father?" "Nope! My friend!"

Feliciano had a look of confusion. "Ha Ha! I see you're confused. My friend was an Italian, and had made this restaurant by the work of his own hands. Around that time I needed money really bad, and I had no place to go to live. So he gave me a job and a little room at his place, so I owed him everything. And when that day came that his days were numbered, he asked me personally to take over the restaurant. And since he had helped me with my needs, I thought I should help him with his."

All Feliciano could do was stand there just looking at the man. "Ve. That's quite a long sad story." Feliciano said. "I know right? But enough about me, let's talk about you? So you're interested in the job?" Alejandro asked. "Ah. About that. I don't really know." "What do you mean?"

Feliciano looked at the paper. "Well, the job looks really good. Of course I can cook Italian, because my father left me many recipes, but… I don't know if I want to leave my other job. You know… since I have friends there. It I decided to switch, I don't know if I'll ever see them again. Just thinking about it makes me feel sad." A tear came to Feliciano's eye.

"Well, how about I let you think about it for a couple more days?" Alejandro said. "Ve? You would do that for me?" "Of course!"

Feliciano left the restaurant with many mixed feelings. The job will pay a lot but… having to let go of the most closest friends? Feliciano just couldn't choose.

He walked into work the next day, feeling so depressed.

What should I do?

"Feliciano?" Roderich said. "Something wrong?"

Feliciano had been working for about 2 hours, and looked terrible.

"Ve… Roderich? If you had to choose between a job and friends, which would you choose?" Feliciano asked in a very depressed voice. "Would this be pertaining to you?" Roderich asked. "Maybe." He said while looking to the side with a pout. "Well, it would depend on what type of friends you have." Roderich said as he walked toward Feliciano. "If you had a friend like me, he'd want you to be happy." He said as he ruffled his hair. Feliciano smiled. "Thanks." He said. "Because, I need to tell you…

Feliciano told him all about how he got offered to take a job as a chef, and how he didn't know what he should do. "Well, if I were you, I would choose the job." Roderich straight out said. "And I think you should, because you know how much I care about you, and you really need it." "Ve~ Thank you Rody! Oh…" Feliciano thought. "What about Alfie? I can't just desert him like this as well. I need to tell him that-'"Someone say my name?" Alfred said as he appeared at the counter. "Wha-!" Feliciano stumbled back a little. "Alfred, seriously! Don't scare me like that!" Feliciano said, blushing a little. "Sorry, sorry!" He said, rubbing the back of his head. "Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?"

(timeskip)

"Oh…" Alfred said. "Yeah. I won't be able to see you at all." Alfred put his hand to his chin. "Well, I could always walk you home! You know, these parts around here have gotten a little violent. It might be a little while, but I'll take whatever to see my little Feli!" Alfred hugged Feliciano. "Ve~ me too! But are you sure you want too?""Yep!" Feliciano hugged Alfred more tightly. "Thank you, Alfie."

I've never noticed it but… Alfred feels so warm.

Feliciano's eyed widened.

Did I really just think that?

"Feliciano? You okay?" Alfred asked. Feliciano looked up to see a concerned Alfred. "Yeah. I'm fine."

He looked over to Roderich. "I'm waiting." He said. "Ve?" Feliciano said, breaking the hug from Alfred. "Say those dreadful words I always never wanted to hear." He said looking to the side with a sarcastic sad face on. Feliciano giggled a little. "I quit."

Alfred took the initiative to walk Feliciano home. He insisted that he should, just in case anything happened. They arrived at Feliciano's place. "Ve~ thank you for walking me home and taking care of me Alfie! I'm really happy." Alfred hugged Feliciano goodbye. "Just as long as you're happy, then I'm happy. See you tomorrow!" He said, walking in the opposite direction. Feliciano waved back at him, and observed his backside.

Ve… did he always have his shoulders broad like that?

Feliciano giggled.

Just like him to look like he can do anything.

And he did. As Alfred was walking, his back was broad and sturdy, almost like he could take on the world.

Feliciano walked inside of his house.

Alfred is so strong. Not like me. I'm so weak! I mean… I have to have other people to take care of me! It's really pathetic. But him… he…

He found himself thinking nothing but Alfred. Thinking about how cool he was, and how he was so nice, and so strong, and how he wished he could be with him fore-

…

Wait, what?

Feliciano slapped his hand to his mouth, even though he said nothing. Did he really just…? Or is he…

Feliciano walked to his bathroom and saw his face. Pure red. Or like his brother might say, a tomato.

"Ve! Did I just… fall in love with my best friend?"

FFFFFFF fack.

And no. this will not be the last chapter. In my guess, I still have maybe… *calculating* 3 chapters to go. ;3; so expect that.
So how was it? Reviews are deeply appreciated.

On a sort of relative note, did you hear the terrible news? Japan had a very terrible earthquake, which made a tsunami hit, and… and… *BRB IM CRYING ;u;*

I wish I could go over and help somehow, but I'm only 16, and I'm broke. ;_; BAWWWW!

So I'll pray that everything turns out fair, and that the national flag returns to full-staff. (not on half-staff ;7;) And that every other country that also got hit is better too.

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P.s. do you think im getting lazy with this? ;3;