Okay, so this chapter took a really long time and I am so so sorry. Schools been hectic, and so has stuff at home so I haven't had to many opportunities to write. On top of that someone seems to have stolen all my inspiration and I wrote this so many times before I was actually content with is. It's a bit longer than usual so maybe that makes up for it?I think it's been about 2 weeks, (Think!) and that's the longest I have ever taken to update this story. Hopefully I will be able to update quicker but unfortunately no promises. But if any of you lovely people (if anyone is still left after this long) wants to send me some reviews I would greatly appreciate it and the chapter would come quicker. Reviews are food for the soul! And the soul eats a whole chunkload of inspiration! Anyway, without further ado Enjoy the story guys!

Feliciano felt angry before he felt sad, a pure deep anger that made his guilt skyrocket. The sadness came quickly, but it wasn't as intense as the anger that didn't seem to be projected anywhere in particular. He hadn't been able to find any words that morning; he didn't think there were any to describe how he felt so he simply said nothing. As they trudged from under the bridge towards the highway he found himself glaring at the other two. They were talking about what the plan was now, holding each other's hands. Feliciano hadn't noticed when that had happened but it pissed him off almost as much as the fact that the only sign anything at all was wrong was the slight line of stiffness running through Gilbert's shoulders. It made him want to yell at them for brushing this off like it wasn't a big thing, for acting normally. Everything about this was wrong. Everything! Though something in his mind was holding the violent rage back, it wasn't their fault Ludwig was dead if anything it was his, so what if they didn't care that Ludwig was dead, if Gilbert didn't care that his brother was dead.

The world seemed to have it out for him that day and just kept adding to his unhappiness. They reached the highway pretty quickly but the car and all the supplies they had left in it were gone, probably by those people or the other group they were fighting with. Feliciano hoped it had been the others; the people who had taken Ludwig shouldn't get supplies as well. He also hoped that each and every one of them had been bitten and were now wondering around without souls. Both of these wishes were pointless, but they cheered him up a little. When they had found out the car Gilbert had yelled various obscenities while Lili had tried desperately to quiet him. The group began to walk again after several minutes and Feliciano, having tuned out most of the conversation, assumed they were just going to get another vehicle at some point. They had tried to speak to Feli several times throughout the day but he was afraid of what he might say and didn't open his mouth. By the afternoon they had stopped asking, although when they finally found a good truck he was given a nod which signified he was to drive.

The next day he decided he no longer wanted to get his brother, he was certain that the bad luck was following them and something terrible would happen to Lovino. Aside from the fact that Gilbert and Lili would tell him he was ridiculous and continue on, the only place he had to go no was back home to Italy and his brother was there anyway. Well hopefully.

"Is he okay Gil?"

"Course not, you know how much Ludwig meant to him."

"Is he going to be okay though…"

"I don't know. I really don't know"

"Are you going to be okay, I mean he was your brother?"

"Is" There was a moment of silence, "I think we should worry about Feliciano and not me though, I've never seen that kid like this."

"Maybe you're right"

Feliciano tuned out after that, he didn't want to listen to them talk about him like he was crazy. They always spoke together at night, when they thought he was asleep and not listening. As rude as he thought listening was, he reminded himself that they shouldn't be talking without him. Leaving him out. For all he knew, they could plan to run off without him or use him as bait, or god knows what. That was good enough reason to continue listening each night, in his opinion at least.

The next few days followed the same way, he would get up, drive south, occasionally stop to siphon gas, pass by many rotting corpses, stop as the sun went down and remain silent the whole way. It was so unusual for Feliciano to be silent that it made even himself a little uneasy, but that didn't help to find the right words. After two days, he had begun to blame Gilbert and Lili instead; they had held him back and made him leave. It had been them who had left Ludwig, not him so it was there fault. But it had only been one day before he convinced himself that if he had tried harder he could have broken free from Gilberts grip and it was in fact his own fault.

Currently Feliciano was sitting in the truck waiting for them to return from scavenging a highway pit stop for gas, food and anything else they might be running dangerously low on. "Gyah!" a squeal came from inside the building next to him. His hand flashed towards his gun, but he calmed himself, they both had fully loaded guns and it couldn't be more than one in that small shop IF there was one, they would be fine. He placed the gun back into his holster and drummed his fingers on the wheel, trying to find a singular thought to hang onto but his mind had not stopped screaming at him the whole week.

Tuesday. Ludwig had died on a Tuesday. Last Tuesday. It had been a week since then. Today is Tuesday. The Italian was unsure why Tuesday mattered so goddam much to him, but he didn't know what date Ludwig had died and if he counted how many Tuesdays it had been then eventually he would know.

"The fuck was that!?" A loud, angry voice boomed from outside his window. Feliciano turned slowly to face Gilbert who looked pissed and Lili who looked a little frazzled. He said nothing which the other took as a sign of confusion, which it probably was. "Why didn't you come in and help us! I know you heard her scream. What if there had been more than we could have handled. What if one of us had been bit? What then-"

"Gilbert, stop." Lili said as calmingly as she could with her voice still shaking, "I'm fine and he might not have heard me". Feliciano felt guilt roll in his stomach, he probably should have gone in, he couldn't think what he would do if one of them got hurt. But he still sat silently.

"No. This needs to. We need to deal with this" Gilbert yelled waving his finger in Feliciano's direction and pulling open the trucks door "You can't keep this up! You're going to get us fucking killed."

Feliciano began to grind his teeth, he wasn't angry though, well at least not at them. He could have gotten them killed, he still could, he needed to take this more seriously.

"Fucking say something. I know you're hurt, I really do. He was my brother! MY LITTLE BROTHER, I get it! but you can't just sit there quietly, Talk to us. For god's sake man, look at the world, we don't have time for you to be acting like this, so fucking say something."

Feliciano felt his eyes glance around desperately as the pain he'd been trying to ignore rose up through his body. The small nations arms flung out around Gilberts shoulders and he began to shake, tears falling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry Gil. I'm so sorry. I don't know wh… I'm just so scared….I'm such…idiot. Please don't hate me." His words slowly turned to hiccups buried in the fabric of the other nations shirt and a hand wrapped around his back comfortingly.

"Feliciano, I could never hate you, I don't think anyone could. Just don't go all quiet on us again. Me, you and Lili are a team now, us against the world and we need you to fucking cover our backs."

He nodded in response and eventually leant back up to the steering wheel as the other two climbed in the car. Feliciano didn't like this world or what had become of lots of people in it, but he thought that just maybe with them and his brother, he would be able to keep smiling.