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"Feliciano, potete avere il vostro soggiorno ora!"

"Va bene, grazie~" * Feliciano called back to his grandfather, thankful for the break. He felt his legs wobble ever so slightly as he excused himself from the kitchen and made his way to the back door. Once outside, he slid down against the wall and let out a sigh. Last night was terrible, seeing as he forced himself to make it through the nightmare alone. Yet, he felt it was all worth it once he saw how refreshed Ludwig looked that morning. Still, chills ran up and down his spine as bits and pieces of the nightmare flashed through his mind. He played with his trembling hands, muttering under his breath to ' Pull it together. ' Even so, the tears he had been holding back since midnight begun to sting at his eyes.

Feeling safe knowing he was hidden from crowds, he allowed the pitiful tears to fall. He covered his eyes desperately, as well as trying to swallow the large lump that had forced its way in his throat. His shoulders shook and his face felt hot. Everything tuned out and suddenly it was only him. With his mind blank, he buried his face into his arms, bringing his knees shakily to his chest. Feliciano sobbed loudly. It felt good to get it all out. Being 'strong' wasn't in his character, to say the least. He had to cry, or else he may as well be a completely different person. It was just how he grew up.

It wasn't until a hand gently shook his shivering shoulder did he stop. Hesitantly, Feliciano looked up only to meet the eyes of his concerned and a little more than pissed off twin, Lovino.

"Perché piangi?"* He asked gently, crouching down to his knees to meet his brother's level. Feliciano stared for a moment before blushing brightly and mumbling into his soaked arm.

"I'm not crying..." He protested weakly. Scoffing, Lovino smacked Feliciano's head and, finally, sat down next to him. He leaned his head against the brick wall, turning it to glare at his twin.

"Don't lie to me, fratello. I know something's wrong. Now tell me." Feliciano sighed sadly.

"I-I've been having nightmares..."

"So?" Lovino simply said, scratching his chin and staring off into space. "Everyone has nightmares, get over it. Don't be such a goddamn cry baby."

"I-I-I'm not a cry baby!"

"Then why were you crying so violently, huh?" Lovino retorted back, reaching out and wiping a stray tear off Feliciano's flushed cheek. "What was the dream even about?" He asked thoughtfully, giving a small ghost of a smile as if to say that Feliciano could trust him. For several minutes, Feliciano stared down at his hands, fidgeting and entangling them together in fast movements. Lovino was about to give up and go back to the kitchen when he felt the other Italian grip onto his sleeve, tugging it softly.

"I-It's..." He took in a shuddering breath, trying his hardest not to break down again. "It was about him, fratello." Lovino understood almost immediately. He ran a hand through his dark curls and frowned deeply. He opened his mouth and then closed it. He did it again, however ended up biting his lip. Lovino did this a number of times. Later, he extended his arm and gave Feliciano an clumsy half hug. Feliciano looked up and smiled brightly. Lovino returned the smile before standing up and leaving. Whatever he would've said would have been useless by now. And again, actions spoke more than words ever could. At least in Feliciano's opinion.

Feliciano returned from his break a couple minutes later only to be put back into being a waiter. His grandfather wanted to give him another try, seeing as yesterday Feli wasn't acting quite like himself. More determined then ever, Feliciano went to work, going about it slowly and paying more attention to his surrounding's. By the end of lunch time, not a single thing had happened. His grandfather beamed at him from behind the kitchen. Feliciano waved enthusiastically back at him, only to crash into a group of girls.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" One girl gushed as she tried to bend down and retrieve her fallen purse. Feliciano stopped her and gave her a gentle smile.

"It's okay, really, it was my fault. Anyways I couldn't let such a bella ragazza as yourself take the blame."* His grin widened as he watched the blush on her face grow deeper. Slowly, he bent down and picked up the purse when suddenly an abrupt rush washed over him and he felt himself swaying. His legs trembled and his head pounded.

"Um, sir? Are you okay?" He could hardly hear what the girl was saying. He looked up, and out of nowhere he saw black spots appear in his vision.

"Fratello?"

"Feliciano...! What's wrong?"

"Hello!"

A just like that, Feliciano fainted.

Ludwig yawned, stretching out the tightened muscles in his shoulders. He sat in his work's makeshift break room, sipping on some coffee and taking a break from his brother's rambling. It was bad enough that his brother Gilbert refused to do any form of work for their small mechanic shop, but now he was forcing Ludwig to stay in after hours to help with the taxes. With an angry sigh, Ludwig rubbed slowly at his temples, trying to stop the ongoing pounding in his head. How long has it been now? A week? More even? The aggravating headache frankly would not go away. Usually it only showed up when he was around Feliciano; now it would randomly show up even when Ludwig was doing the most elementary of things. With a long breath, Ludwig stood up and made his way back to the entrance of their shop. Shortly after returning back to work did Ludwig's phone begin to ring.

"Hallo?"

"Fucking bastard." Oh. It was Lovino.

"Why are you calling me? Shouldn't you be working?"

"No shit Sherlock. It's about mio fratello."

"Feli? What about him?" He heard Lovino scoff, whispering multiple swear words under his breath later answering with, "He fucking fainted at work. We tried to send him to the hospital but he woke up before the ambulance came. Now all he wants is too see your fugly face." Ludwig winced but nodded anyways. He was used to Lovino's hatred; hell, from the moment they met Lovino hated him.

"I'm on my way." And with that hung up, not caring for another round of insults. Ludwig walked back to the break room, grabbing his jacket and keys.

"Gilbert!" He called out as he tried to rush out of the shop. No response. "GILBERT!"

"WHAT?"

"I'm leaving now!"

"WAS? WHY? YOU HAVE TO FUCKING HELP ME AFTER WORK!" Gilbert laughed manically, poking his head around a trucks trunk. Ludwig shook his head sadly, his face grim.

"Feliciano fainted at work, I need to take him home." Gilbert looked a little shocked for a minute, fully coming into view. His sickly pale skin was tainted with motor oil, his red eyes looking more menacing against the contrast. He shook off one of the gloves on his hand and ran it through his wild hair.

"Your boyfriend, ja? Go ahead, take the day off." He grinned. Ludwig suddenly felt the urge to facepalm.

"He's not my boyfriend, Gilbert. We've been over this." He spoke calmly through clenched teach. Gilbert's resounding laugh filled the shop as he threw his head back and gripped his side. Always melodramatic, that man.

"Yeah, sure. Have fun playing doctor, bruder." Ludwig growled. Without saying another word, he turned and left the shop, trying to ignore his brother's laughter and focus on getting to his best friend.

The car ride back to the apartment was awkward. Once Ludwig had made it to Feliciano's work, Lovino came running out, pissed off about the fact that he had hung up on him. Feliciano luckily came out before Lovino had a chance to actually act out his threats, and with that they left. When Ludwig tried to cox Feli into telling him what had happened, the sick Italian gave him a sad excuse for a smile and plainly said that, 'they'd discuss it at home.' Now, outside their apartment, Ludwig watched slightly bemused as the boy tried to get out of the car without tripping.

"You really are sick, aren't you?" Ludwig asked as he immediately walked to his roommate's side. Feliciano gripped onto his shirt, his smile quivering as he attempted to stay standing straight.

"I'm f-fine, really! It's just the heat~ Summer, you know? Plus I'm really tired and I haven't exactly eaten today so-" In mid sentence Ludwig had bent down and gathered up the babbling Italian in his arms. Feliciano gasped, wrapping his arms around Ludwig's neck as to not fall.

"W-What are you doing, Luddy~?"

"You can't possibly expect me to watch you try walking up three flights of stairs, do you?" He grunted out as he kicked open the door. Casually, they started ascending up the stairs, avoiding any looks from the other tenants as they passed them. Ludwig was focusing too much on the fact that Feliciano was nuzzling his neck at the moment. He felt his friend's moist breath against his shoulder, his hair tickling his bare neck and his hands clutching onto his shirt material. All together Ludwig stopped walking, turning his head and peering down at Feliciano.

Feliciano felt the gaze on him, and he cleared his throat, despite liking the fact that he was being carried. It wasn't often that Ludwig agreed to such things, and it surprised him to see the German doing it without needing a push.

"Ah, Luddy?"

"...Ja?"

"We're at the apartment now..." Feliciano giggled as Ludwig blushed and nodded. He struggled to keep Feliciano up as he unlocked the door but he managed, finally walking in and closing it with his foot. He kicked off his shoes and without a single thought, started towards the bedrooms.

"Where are we going now?"

"You're sick. So you're going to bed. Have a nap and I'll make you some soup for your fever." Feliciano frowned, nevertheless nodded. He allowed Ludwig to dump him onto his unmade bed, and to strip him of his shoes and jacket. Just as his friend was going to leave did something dawn on him. He didn't want to go sleep! Whenever he slept, he had those god forsaken dreams! He couldn't handle another one, especially if they were going to be as bad as last night's! Feliciano, now clammy with cold sweat, cried out.

"Wait, Ludwig!" Said person came running back in, huffing a bit.

"What is it?"

"D-Do you think you can stay with me? Until I fall asleep?" Ludwig raised his eyebrows and frowned. 'He's a grown adult, yet he still needs things like this? Granted, he does keep having those nightmares.' He thought to himself. He was close to refusing when his eyes flickered over to Feliciano. Damn, those stupid puppy dog eyes.

With a sigh, Ludwig nodded. Feliciano beamed like there was no tomorrow and moved over to make room for his friend. Once laying down, Feliciano curled up against the German's side, sighing blissfully and smiling to himself. ' I shouldn't have any nightmares now; Luddy will protect me~'

"Night night Luddy~"

"Ja, ja, go to sleep."

AN:

-"Feliciano, potete avere il vostro soggiorno ora!"

"Va bene, grazie~" * Feliciano, you can go on your break now! Okay, thank you!

-Perché piangi?"* Why are you crying?

-"WAS..." WHAT...

If there are any Italian's or Germans here that would like to correct me, please do. I used google translate for this, lol.

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