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On foREVerhauntingme's suggestion, here's a list of Feliciano's and Lovino's skills:

Rosario Impale: A series of golden spearheads, formed out of pure holy energy, appear and speed towards the direction the user waves his/her hand.

Sequentia: The user cups his/her hands and forms a ball of energy that is then thrown at the target. The longer the user holds the ball and focuses on the power being transferred into the circle depends on the strength. Unable to move when in charging.

Amen: The user will charge forward and form a cross in his/her hands that can be used against the opponent. The user must focus on keeping the cross there; faltering results in the cross disappearing.

In addition to these three, they have the ability to talk to people they know from far distances (Feliciano to Ludwig, Arthur, Alfred, Francis, and Gilbert. Lovino to the various Mafia members that answer to him such as Natalya, Ivan, and Matthew). They can also heal the wounded or sick; in return for taking it on themselves (Healing a broken leg would result in the healer's own leg being broken).

That's longer than I thought it would be. If you guys still have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll answer them to the best of my ability! I hope this helped you guys out!

Grazie for all the reviews so far!

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The silence that followed Gilbert and Feliciano as they continued onto Arthur's house was one that was best left unbroken.

Feliciano had opened his eyes, his skin dimming until it had stopped glowing, and explained to Gilbert what Ludwig wanted him to do.

Gilbert agreed, even after Feliciano had asked him if he was fine with it considering he had to run the bar that night and he wasn't sure how long Gilbert would be guarding him. Gilbert quickly explained his regulars would be okay with him not having the bar open for a few days, but Feliciano had a growing suspicion that Gilbert was more afraid of Ludwig than a bunch of drunks.

"Whoa!" Gilbert broke the silence by having to make a sudden turn.

Feliciano gripped onto the seat for dear life as they went down a side street. He wasn't sure what the sudden turn was for, but it probably wasn't good.

"What's going on?" Feliciano asked, looking behind them.

Gilbert grunted, "Company." He adjusted one of the mirrors and made another swerve; this time into an alley.

Feliciano looked behind them and saw a black car with tinted windows following them. He couldn't see the driver, but hanging halfway out of the car, through what must've been the sunroof, was a pale blonde female holding a rifle.

And that rifle was pointed right at them.

Feliciano ducked so the seat was between him and the girl, Gilbert shouting at him, "You've got to use them!"

Feliciano, that affectionate voice of his grandfather and teacher whispered to him. Feliciano remembered when his grandfather had taught him how to use his holy gifts to harm, and now that memory was rising to meet him through the din that filled the morning.

"Feliciano, you know how to use the gifts for healing, enough to make me believe it natural talent," The Late Pope said, patting on the head and smiling. His next words brought a dark look to his eyes that shadowed his features. "But I'm afraid that part of your training is to also use them to harm those that would seek to harm you."

"But I don't want to hurt other people!" Feliciano cried, not wanting to believe what he was hearing.

His grandfather nodded at him, saying, "If you're lucky, you'll never have to use these skills that I'm about to impart on you. But, even if you do, always, always, make sure that it's the only thing you can do to protect yourself."

"Okay," Feliciano replied, wishing that he would never have to use these abilities.

"Feliciano!" Gilbert cried, shooting out of the alley and swerving onto another back road. Needless to say, Gilbert was glad he took the Jeep.

"But-" Feliciano tried protesting.

Gilbert shouted over him, "There's no other option! Feliciano, you cannot die now, and we've got no other way to fight them!"

Deep in Feliciano's heart, he knew what Gilbert said was true. He didn't want to believe Gilbert's words, but he knew that, from the moment the Mafia showed up in his bedroom, there wouldn't be any choice. Feliciano had wished, against all odds that eventually would never come.

Sadly, it looked like eventually had come.

Gilbert now had to concentrate as he was forced to swerve into another, narrower alleyway. This alley didn't allow any room for error, if the Jeep drifted too far to the right or left, it would create sparks.

But for all of Gilbert's attention, it was impossible for him to miss the flash of light next to him and Feliciano's cry of "Rosario Impale!"

He heard the car chasing them screech to a stop, lucky for them. Gilbert spared a glance into his rear view mirror and saw the attack land on the ground harmlessly a few inches in front of them.

Gilbert winced. Feliciano's grandfather really had taught him well; if the car hadn't stopped it would've been a direct hit.

"Gilbert!" Feliciano cried as he gripped to the seat as sparks started appearing alongside him. Gilbert's lapse of concentration had caused the car to drift too far to the right and hit the wall.

"ScheiBe (shit)," Gilbert muttered, turning the steering wheel far enough so the car was going along without hitting the walls.

The sound of gunfire became intense from behind them. Feliciano looked and saw that the car had started moving again. Now the female hanging out the top wasn't sparing anything and just trying to shoot at them.

Feliciano felt a bullet shoot by him and shatter the windshield.

"Get down!" Gilbert shouted to Feliciano. "Call Arthur and tell him what's happening."

"Okay!" Feliciano replied, quickly crouching down so the car seat was between him and the rapid fire of bullets.

He pulled out his phone and, sticking his finger in one ear, dialed Arthur's phone number and held it up to his ear, praying that Arthur would answer.

"Hello?" a voice on the other end asked.

"C-ciao, Arthur," Feliciano said.

There was a shriek as one of the tires blew, probably from a bullet.

Gilbert cursed as he managed to make his way out onto a street, swerving with the flat tire in an attempt to keep control.

The sudden movement of the Jeep caused Feliciano to crash into the passenger seat. He was probably going to have a bruise on his shoulder later.

"Feliciano?" Arthur asked, sounding concerned. "What's going on?" It was apparent Arthur heard the bullets and tire through the phone, which wasn't any real surprise.

"I'm not sure. We were on the way to your house when Gilbert suddenly swerved into an alley," Feliciano cried, trying his best to stay in the vehicle.

It took Arthur a few moments to reply, but when he did, he said, "Let me speak to Gilbert."

"He's…busy…" Feliciano said, watching Gilbert furiously turn the wheel in an attempt to get the car under control.

Arthur sighed. "Where are you right now, then?"

"Ve…" Feliciano looked around, peeking over the dashboard to try and see a sign and heard a bullet whistle past him. He ducked back down and said, "I can't tell."

The car suddenly came to a screeching halt and smoke poured out from underneath the hood; the engine had blown. Or, for all her efforts, the girl had managed to shut it off.

Gilbert shouted something in German, standing up. He ducked back down when the female attempted to shoot him.

"Let me talk to Gilbert," Arthur said. "This sounds bad."

Feliciano handed Gilbert the phone, and he took it in one hand and said, "Hey." He was using his other hand to search for something he had tossed in the back.

"Like I know," Gilbert grunted, pausing to listen to Arthur. "Hey! Don't go blaming this whole thing on me! He's still alive! Give me some credit."

Whatever Arthur replied to this appeared to upset Gilbert even more.

"Listen, I've got things under control," Gilbert growled, pulling his own gun out of the back. "We'll be there once I teach these guys a thing or two."

"And who will be the one doing the teaching?" someone asked as a shadow fell over the Pope and his guard.

Both looked up, Gilbert dropping the phone onto the floor of the Jeep, and found the girl staring at them. "You have lost," she stated. "We don't wish for things to become violent, but if you do not comply it will be that way."

"Bring it," Gilbert growled, pointing his gun at Natalya. "If you try anything I'll shoot you."

"Oh, will you now?" Natalya asked. She pointed towards the other end of the street and said, "Why don't you take a look and see what will happen if you harm me?"

Feliciano and Gilbert moved to see over the dash.

Gilbert cursed under his breath, but Feliciano cried out, "Ludwig!"

Standing at the end of the street was Lovino, with a gun pointed squarely at Ludwig's head.