Hi~

I am officially terrified of Japan. After too many Japanese horro movies, I now know and will never doubt again that Japan is the home of horror and fear and terror.

Yeah... I watched the slit-face woman. It's terrible acting, but I'm scared to all hell right now. It's so hard to post a new chapter when I can't stop thinking about my mom suddenly grabbing me from behind and cutting my cheeks with a pair of scisors and stabbing me and kicking me and...

Anyways, this is a good chapter, so enjoy~

V-ve...

Feliciano woke up on a concrete floor. He had no idea where he was, but this time he remembered right away what happened. The pain told him that. Feliciano opened his eyes.

"Oh, you're awake." a voice said. Feliciano looked up wearily, his vision slowly clearing. He saw Ludwig looming over him, a look of concern on his face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like hell." Feliciano whispered. His throat was dry and scratchy, and it was hard to talk.

"Well, at least you look a little better than last night."

Feliciano laughed weakly. But he couldn't. He just couldn't let himself laugh at Ludwig's jokes. He couldn't let himself fall in love with Ludwig. If he did... well Ludwig might end up in a worse position than being locked in a cage. And Feliciano couldn't let that happen. "I'm... I'm sorry." Feliciano stammered.

Ludwig was genuinely surprised. "What? What for?"

"For putting you in this position. I lied to you. I put you in danger and got you in this position. I'm sorry..."

"I don't get it, how did you do this to me? It's not your fault-"

"Yes it is!" Feliciano shouted. "Don't you understand? I'm the leader of the mafia, I kill people, and others have grudges against me, and they don't care who gets in the way! If you stay with me, you'll get hurt." Feliciano was close to tears, but to his surprise Ludwig just smiled.

"I know. And I understand. But I don't think you do. I don't care about all that stuff. If you're in trouble then I'll be there to help. And I don't doubt that if I'm ever in danger, you'll come running. No matter what happens, I'll be by your side. I promise."

Feliciano didn't expect this. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, but Ludwig wiped them away. "Yeah. It's a promise." They made it official by a kiss.

Ludwig drew back and smiled at the laughing Italian. Never. He would never leave Feliciano again.

Both of them were interrupted by a sudden knocking on the metal door. Feliciano got up on his arms, unable to sit up any more. Ludwig stood up, apparently ready for a fight. Through the window there was a smiling albino German with bright crimson eyes.

"Aw, you two are so cute." Gilbert laughed. "Too bad you'll both be dead soon. Kesesesese!"

"I hope you're comfy, cause this is the last room you'll ever be in." Gilbert laughed

"Just let us go, and leave us alone bruder!"

Brother? Surely Feliciano didn't hear that right. He couldn't be...

"I'm afraid I can't do that, West. You see I have a score to settle with poor little Feliciano over there, and as for you... well we'll see."

"You can't honestly still be mad about what happened over five years ago?! Das ist lächerlich!*"

"Oh, but it's so much more than that, West. You should know." Gilbert grinned. Ludwig seemed to know what Gilbert was talking about, so he walked up to the window and grabbed the bars.

"Listen, you miststück**, you may be mein bruder, but that won't stop me from killing you when I get out of here! And yes, I will get out. Me and Feliciano both."

Gilbert grinned, as if this was exactly what he wanted to hear. "I'll take that as a threat, Ludwig. Until then, auf wiedersehen." With that, Gilbert walked away. Ludwig slammed his fists against the bars on the door, exasperated.

He slowly walked back to Feliciano, who was sitting on the floor staring up confused. "Sorry about that." Ludwig muttered, not seeing Feliciano's face. "Just don't worry about what he said." Ludwig finally looked down. "What?"

"Brother?"

"Hm?"

"Gilbert is your brother? You didn't find it at all necessary to tell me the man who has locked us both in here, and caused me this much trouble and pain, is your brother?"

Gilbert wasn't that surprised. Even he now realized that it was sort of a stupid thing to not mention before. "Don't worry about it Feliciano. He hasn't been a brother to me for a long time. it would be better if he just died." Ludwig knelt down and put his arm over Feliciano's shoulders. "I won't let him get in the way."

Feliciano slumped over, his face void of all hope. "I don't see how we'll ever get out. I can't even tell how long we've been in here." Feliciano let out a deep sigh. "The others just think I'm on a scouting mission. There's no way they'll find us in time."

Feliciano looked so miserable. Ludwig hated seeing his Feli like this. "No."

Feliciano merely looked up confused, his cute little curl bobbing just a little. His face turned bright red as Ludwig got on top of him, holding his face up.

"I'm not going to let that happen, so you lose that hopeless attitude. We're going to get out. I promise. If the others don't come for us, then we'll find a way out on our own. There has to be something we can use. I won't let you die here, Feli." Feliciano had to ignore the fact that Ludwig was sitting on top of him right now. He had to ignore that his face was getting hotter by the minute. He concentrated on keeping his same old poker face, and instead smiled.

"ok..." Feliciano whispered. Ludwig tilted his face up even more, and then their lips met one another. It was long and wet, and Feliciano enjoyed every last second of it. Ludwig got off, even though secretly Feliciano didn't want him to, and they sat there, holding hands.

*"Das ist lächerlich!": "That is rediculous!" I kind of figured since Ludwig was now talking to his brother, they would use more German.

**"miststück": "bastard" That one was fun. I actually went online and found a website that gives cuss words in other languages. I went so overboard with it, though. Japanese cuss words are wierd. Just letting you know.

Here's the website in case you want to see for yourself :3 /german/insults

Till next time! Hasta la pasta!