This is a really really short chapter I'm sorry D:

Feliciano looked down at his phone, his spirits dropping as he read his old messages from Ludwig, he felt himself shake as he put the phone down. The past week had been the worst so far for him. He'd not left his room other than to eat, barely talked to Romano, he'd missed a meeting with his record producer, refused to talk to him at all even though all the man wanted to do was congratulate him on beating some record, Feliciano wasn't sure what record and he didn't care.

He'd arranged to meet him on Monday, two days time, he was leaving them, giving up, he couldn't do it anymore. His career had driven Ludwig away. He just couldn't.

He threw his phone across the darkened room, watching it smash as it hit the wall.

He was so…

He wasn't even sad any more, he didn't know what he was, he couldn't cry anymore, he wanted to but tears just wouldn't come.

Empty, that was what he felt, empty.

Although they had only been together for five months, Ludwig had meant the world to him.

For those five months he'd felt more alive than he ever had before, he looked forward to waking up in the morning because he knew he'd have a message from him, because he knew it was one day closer to seeing him.

Now Ludwig was gone, his world was gone.

He'd never realised how empty his life was, he had no friends, no long term goals.

With Ludwig he'd started to imagine them, life after his run of fame.

Now he didn't see a future for himself.

Nothing held any meaning any more, the past two months had been torture, every day he wanted to do less.

Stop going out, stop drawing, stop singing, what was next? Would he stop eating? Stop breathing?

Part of him really wished he could just stop.

His head jerked up as he heard Romano outside the door, he sat up as it opened slowly, Romano frowning as he looked through the gap in the door.

"Are you coming downstairs for dinner Feliciano?" he said softly, his voice uncharacteristically soft and sweet.

Feliciano shook his head, "No I don't think so, just bring it up here I'll eat in here."

Romano let out a small huff, "Remember to bring down the plate, we ran out of plates last week because they were all up here."

"They weren't all up here," Feliciano replied, giving his brother a small smile, Romano returning it before closing the door.

Feliciano stared at it for a moment, his smile turning to a frown as he realised what Romano was trying to do. He was trying to help, and Feliciano was rebuking it for no reason other than him feeling sad.

He forced himself to his feet and down the stairs where he found Romano standing at the stove, stirring something delicious smelling.

"I thought you weren't coming down?" Romano asked, looking over from the pot as he heard Feliciano sit down.

The boy shrugged, "I broke my phone," he stated, playing with his napkin, tearing at it purposefully.

"What?!" Romano snapped, the first time he'd snapped at Feliciano in at least a week. "Why would you do that Feli? Iphones are expensive."

He shrugged again, looking down, feeling himself tear up, "I don't know," he almost whimpered, "I was just… I was angry I think."

Romano frowned and huffed softly, walking over to him and running his hand through his hair. He was trying so hard to be supportive, he wasn't naturally a supportive person, not on a one to one basis at least, but he was really trying, he hoped Feliciano could tell.

"Maybe I should take you to a doctor Feli?" he said softly, "You're having mood swings and you don't want to go out or do anything anymore."

Feliciano blinked back tears, shrugging again, whispering that he wasn't sure if it was a good idea.

"Gilbert told me that Ludwig's on medication," Romano decided to mention, "It's really helped him. Perhaps it would help you?"

Feliciano looked up at him, teary eyed and shaking, "You think that'll help persuade me?" he groaned softly, "I upset him so much he had to have medication, how is that meant to make me feel better?"

Romano frowned and shook his head, "No, Feli, he's been on medication for months, it's nothing to do with what happened between you. You've not given him depression, that's not how it works."

He frowned as Feliciano let out a small whimper, nothing he was saying was doing anything to help, if anything it was making it worse.

"Just go to the doctor ok? I'll make an appointment," he moved back to the stove, looking back at his younger brother as he resumed cooking, "It'll make you feel better I promise, even if you don't take medication, you can still talk to them about how you're feeling and they'll be able to give better advice than me."

Feliciano chewed his lip, did Romano really think his advice didn't help him? He'd been the most stable thing in his life, his mere presence made him feel calmer, less lost and alone. He got up from his seat and walking behind Romano, hugging him and nuzzling into his neck, crying softly.

"You're the best brother in the world Lovi," he said through tears, the sound muffled slightly against his brother's skin, "I love you, I'm sorry I'm making so much trouble, I-I know I'm making it hard."

Romano shrugged him off, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him into a rare hug, kissing the side of his face, "Well you're an idiot if you think you're not worth it."

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