Gilbert fell silent at the end of Feliciano's explanation for his knowledge of the past. Before Gilbert could reply to the story, a distant door upstairs unlocked, footsteps following down the stairs. "Oh no." Gilbert breathed as he glanced over to Feliciano, who was just as apprehensive at the sounds as he was.
"Quick, Hide in the broom closet." Gilbert voiced before he seized the back of the Italian man's shirt, dragging him into a door next to the dining table, forcibly opening it and tossing him inside. As he slammed the door close, Feliciano could hear the voice of the German from before.
"Bruder, who are you talking to?"
Gilbert laughed, trying to hide his nervousness before he answered, "Ah, I was on the phone with Antonio, he was talking about a dream he had last night. Flying bulls! Can you believe that?!" Feliciano leaned against the back wall of the small closet he was in, trying to assess the situation and where he was. The closet was dark and held what he assumed was brooms and other cleaning products. The scent of the chemicals was almost too much to bare. Breathing became harder the longer he was in there, as claustrophobia set in. Listening into the conversation about if bulls would make good pets or not, he finally gave up and reached for the door handle, finding it unable to move.
As panic set in, he began to breath heavily, fearing for death. On the other side of the door, Gilbert had his chair sat against the door, holding the door back as Feliciano tried to open it. "So." Gilbert said, "What made you visit Italy?"
"Business deals and the like. Who told you I visited Italy?" Gilbert immediately tensed up, his eyes darting from the door to the ground. The other German scanned Gilbert's face before glaring him down. Germany stood up and stepped towards Gilbert, leaning down to face him directly. "Are you hiding something from me, Bruder? You seem a little... distracted." His eyes looked towards the closet now, noticing the small movement of the handle.
Gilbert sighed and moved his chair, Feliciano immediately opening the door and taking a deep breath before realizing the situation.
After some awkward silence, the first one to speak was Germany.
"Feliciano?... Why... how... What are you doing here?"
Gilbert positioned himself more comfortably on the chair and simply sat and watched the two. Feliciano's face immediately turned red, the German's face reminding him of their encounter mere hours ago. Neither one of them moved or spoke for what seemed like forever.
Emotions filled Feliciano. Anger. Embarrassment. Confusion. And... Affection? The emotion was too much for him to bare for the moment. He swiftly ran out of the house and to his car door, the sound of feet trailing him. His hand shook as he tried to get the right key on his key hook. Before he could get into the car, a hand stopped him from getting in.
"Feliciano, wait! We need to talk!" Germany kept his hand on the door, gazing into Felicano's eyes as he turned to face him. Feliciano didn't know what to do but stare before glancing down at the ground. The German sighed, leaning his hip against the car as he let go of the car door. "I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable with the kiss. Its just been a very long time since I saw you. The last time I saw you, I had to leave you. I'm sorry I hadn't contacted before. My brother said it wasn't wise." He related to the frightened Italian, who began to contemplate leaving or replying. He went with the latter.
"I... I'm sorry, but... I don't know who you are... and I don't know why I don't know... and I'm really confused about all of this. I just want to find out why I don't know.."
Germany gawked at Feliciano, his eyes wide and filled with regret. That immediately shut him up and now, he had no idea what to say or do. Neither did Feliciano.