Here is the real next chapter; I hope it was worth the wait…
Warning(s): Words from Romano's colorful dictionary and OOC Feli.
"Don't you think it is time to give that to me?"
Feliciano couldn't move. He couldn't run nor shout. He stood there in the middle of the church. The paintings and the design on the windows were both beautiful and grotesque at the same time.
He couldn't stop admiring them, but something always caught his attention. The dark figure from the night of his parents' death stood in front of the sacred altar. The altar seemed to be luring the Italian closer to it.
"Now, why don't you give it?" the figure asked with a somewhat cheerful tone. Feliciano STILL didn't know what the man was talking about. He could have asked but he couldn't speak.
Unwillingly, he shook his head. The figure came forward. It was dark in the chapel. The man revealed his indigo eyes and placed his palm on Feliciano's chest.
"No! Please! I don't know what you are talking about!" The Italian thought. As the seconds passed, his chest began to hurt. It was aggravating. The pain was unbearable.
He could feel tears fall from his eyes. A bright light was starting to appear from his chest. It was as if the man was ripping out his very heart. He wanted to leave.
"My Master would be happy if I showed him the Rosario Niño's power with his fresh heart." The man said eerily.
Feliciano woke with a start and he started screaming. Lovino barged in the room and ran to his brother.
"Fratello, what the fuck? Stop screaming, damn it!" Lovino yelled. Roma burst in the room and joined the twins.
"What happened? Feliciano, did you have a nightmare?" Roma asked as he tried to calm down his youngest grandson.
"He's going to get me!" Feliciano whimpered as he grabbed his own hair and curled up into a ball.
"Who?" Lovino asked, as he growled.
"That man! That man who killed out parents!" Feliciano cried as he buried his face in his legs as he started to cry. Lovino and Roma shot up as their eyes widened.
"…What?" Lovino said as his eyes widened. He looked at the wall clock; 5:30 PM. It was still early. The thought of that night of his parent's death made his stomach hurt. He wanted to cry but he just couldn't show it to the others.
"Calm down, Feliciano…it was just a dream… he would not get you…" Roma said as he hugged the boy. The image of the tall man couldn't get out of his mind. It was terrifying.
After Roma left, Lovino stayed inside his twin's room. His eyes were now dull brown. It was like Kiku's eyes but brighter.
"Feli, what did you do?" Lovino asked as he stared at the floor. Feliciano raised an eyebrow. Lovino continued to stare at the wall not daring to look at his brother.
"What?"
"If he is after you, then it's your fault mama and papa died?" The older Italian asked. Feliciano was petrified with his brother's accusation.
"Nonno is right, Lovino. It was just a dream…" Feliciano sighed. Lovino snapped out of his state and walked out of his room. Feliciano followed him out but went towards the stairs.
When he reached the kitchen, he saw his grandfather there with two women. Feliciano sighed again and went to the library (that was not mentioned in the first chapter…)
The room was crowded with books of different kinds. It was going to take him forever to find out about the Rosario Niño the man was talking about. He walked around, looking at the categories. There were Fiction, Non-fiction, Suspense, Mythology and History.
There were about a dozen bookshelves cramped with large books. Feliciano stared at the mythology books and opened each one of them; scanning the table of contents.
It was already 7: 00 and he still hasn't found out anything about the Rosario Niño. Should he go ask Ludwig? He might bother the blonde though. If he bothered Lovino, he would probably shoot tomatoes at him again. Roma was "busy" with the ladies in the other room. Who could he call?
On cue, the phone rang. Feliciano picked it up and heard a familiar voice.
"Good Evening?" It was Antonio. He sounded cheery as usual. Perfect; he could ask him!
"Ciao, Antonio?"
"Feliciano! Hola! Can you put your Grand papi on the phone?" He asked.
"Er…he's busy…" Feliciano said nervously. He heard Antonio hum a short sound and reply.
"I know what you mean…he's playing with some chica's…so have you seen the city and how is mi tomate?" Antonio said, seductively stressing out the "mi tomate" part.
"Ve~ Si and Lovino is fine; I guess…anyway, I have a question." Feliciano continued. He was suddenly getting distracted by the awkward moaning sounds coming from the living room.
"What is it?" He asked in his native tongue.
"Do you know anything about something called the Rosario Niño?" The boy asked. A deafening silence struck the two of them. All Feliciano could hear was Antonio clicking his tongue.
"It's nothing…" is all he replied. Antonio sounded nervous when he replied. "Well, it's getting late, bye Feli!"
When the call ended, Feliciano stood there in confusion as he held the phone close to his ear. It seemed like something dreadful. What could it be?
"Oh, Feliciano, I did not notice you there!" Roma smiled at the doorway. The man must have been done with his business.
"Ciao, Nonno…do you know what the Rosario Niño is?" Feliciano sighed as he slouched. Roma stared at Feliciano as if he were something disgusting.
"Where did you hear that?" Roma glared. His voice was cold and scary. It was rare to see him like that.
"I heard that man say it…" The younger Italian replied.
"Feliciano…the Rosario Niño is just a myth…don't stress yourself over it…" Roma was growing more serious by the minute. Feliciano needed to find out about this Rosario Niño. Why did that man call him that? What did it have to do with him?
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The Next Day
Feliciano woke up as the bright sunlight had enlightened his room once again. He began to think again. He wanted to find out about this Rosario Niño. He got dressed and ran down the steps. When he looked in the kitchen, he saw Lovino sitting there like the day before.
"Buongiorno, fratello." Feliciano greeted, but not as enthusiastically as before. Lovino gave a small nod in reply. There were no bowls of pasta today. Feliciano began to raid the fridge and took out a plate of left over Panini.
"Fratello, I'm sorry about yesterday…" Feliciano whimpered as he bit on the sandwich. Lovino gave him a glare and sighed.
"Yeah, yeah, just don't bring it up, damn." Lovino growled. Feliciano lit up and smiled like an idiot. He then hugged his brother in joy.
"Grazie, Lovino!" The younger smiled.
"Bastardo! Let go of me!" Lovino scowled. Feliciano did as he was told and went back to eating his sandwich.
"Ve~ Fratello, do you know what a Rosario Niño is?" The younger twin asked. Lovino just shrugged grumpily.
"How should I know? Idiota!" The older one snapped. Feliciano just sighed as he plopped the last bite of Panini in his mouth.
"I'm going to Ludwig's house, see you, Fratello!" Feliciano smiled.
"I don't trust that potato-macho, Feli. If he does something to you, I will surely kill that damn bastard." Lovino scowled. Feliciano just nodded and skipped outside. Maybe Ludwig does know about the Rosario Niño.
He walked across the streets and realized that he had left the rope on Ludwig's balcony. So again, he climbed up and looked through his window. The blonde was not there so he decided to wait.
After a few minutes, inside the room, Ludwig walked in after having breakfast. He looked out the window and viewed the whole subdivision. It seemed so rushed. It seemed like he had a crush on Feliciano. He would have asked Gilbert about his crush, but he knew he wouldn't be much of help.
The last time Gilbert found out about him having a crush, the albino sent a mushy letter to the poor girl, and the letter scared the lass. During that time, he hit Gilbert with a beer bottle.
"I wish I were never born…this bastard of a brother of mine is such a pain…" He snorted. As he stared out, he noticed an odd curl on the windowsill. He could recognize that curl anywhere.
"Feliciano" he called out as he opened the window. When he saw the Italian, the boy was sleeping like a dog. Ludwig groaned and carried the boy, bridal-style and placed him on the bed.
"Gott…" He muttered.
No…not this again. Feliciano walked around in the same church he had seen in the same dream; however the dark figure was not there, fortunately. As he examined the church, the only thing that dazzled him was the magnificent altar.
It seemed so divine…there was a replica on top with two golden chalices placed on each side. The table cloth was neat and spotless. His hand suddenly emerged towards the table, but as he held it, he felt as if he was becoming possessed.
"You dare claim the powers of the Rosario?" a voice repeatedly played in his head. It sounded both calm and fierce.
"Don't hurt me please! I'll do anything!" Feliciano begged mentally. A bright light shone from the altar. It illuminated the church and gave out a tiring effect. Feliciano tried to pull his hand away from the sacred item, but he just couldn't. Something else seemed to be controlling him.
"Do you DARE claim the powers of the Rosario?" The voice screamed. Feliciano could not control it anymore and he accepted unwillingly. After nodding, more pain emerged in his chest. The light blinded his eyes but he could not close them.
"Help…" he whispered.
The Italian suddenly woke up with a start and let out a scream. His eyes shot open with tears as he could still feel the agonizing pain. Ludwig, who sat on the computer chair, jumped and Gilbert barged into the room with Matthew behind him.
"West! What happened?" Gilbert shrieked. He caught the sight of the screaming Italian and began to calm him down. Matthew ran into the room and sat beside Gilbert and Ludwig.
"What happened?" Gilbert repeated. Ludwig seemed panicked as he held Feliciano arm and shook him.
"He was asleep then he woke up and started screaming!" Ludwig yelled. They were lucky that Gerald had gone to work already or else he would have started interrogating Feliciano about why he screamed and how the hell did he get in the house.
"Feliciano, calm down!" Ludwig cried. Feliciano's tears kept on falling as he clamped his hands on his own chest, trying to ease the pain. There was nothing else Ludwig could do. He then had an idea but he didn't want to do it in front of Gilbert but it was for Feliciano.
He pulled the boy closer to him and hung his biceps on the boy's shoulders. He rested his chin on Feliciano's shoulder and whispered.
"Don't cry, Feliciano…everything is alright…please stop crying…" Ludwig whispered in his ear. On cue, the younger teen stopped whimpering and just rested his head on Ludwig's shoulder in return, however the tears did not stop overflowing.
Ludwig pulled away from the hug and held Feliciano by the shoulder. He was blushing madly. The other three who sat on the bed shook him and wiped his tears.
"Feli, did you have a nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?" Ludwig asked.
"'Did you have a nightmare?' No shit, Sherlock." Gilbert snapped.
"Maple, Gil…don't be so harsh." Matthew whined.
"Sorry, birdie." Gilbert said as he kissed Matthew on the forehead, causing the Canadian to turn beet red along with Ludwig. Feliciano sniffled and looked up at the two Germans and the Canadian.
"Ve~ I'm sorry, I just had a nightmare…it's nothing…" Feliciano giggled as he tried to hide his fear. Ludwig stared into the boy's eyes, and he knew that Feliciano was hiding something.
"Feliciano…if it was nothing, you wouldn't have screamed…" Ludwig said.
"Yeah, you can tell the awesome me anything." Gilbert grinned. Ludwig and Matthew rolled their eyes at the albino's self egotistical attitude.
"Tell us…" The larger blonde commanded. Feliciano waited for a few minutes before he could answer. He could sense that Ludwig was becoming a little impatient.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about it…anyway, I wanted to ask you something…" he replied. The other three shot up but slouched again, except for Ludwig who sat with a straight body.
Ludwig looked at Matthew and Gilbert and noticed his brother sending him a message. The blonde had a feeling that it said "he's going to ask you out" behind that Cheshire smirk. He just scoffed in reply and Gilbert groaned.
"Do you guys know about something called a "Rosario Niño"?" The brunette sighed. The three exchanged glances and shrugged.
"I'm too awesome for that type of stuff." Gilbert said.
"I have never heard of such a thing…" Ludwig added.
"hmmm…is it something magical? Rosario Niño means Rosary boy in Spanish." Matthew said.
"A boy walking around wearing about fifty rosaries on him?" Gilbert smirked. Matthew face-palmed and turned back to Feliciano.
"I think…" The Italian replied.
"I'll bring you to someone who might know this stuff, but he's a bit of a potty-mouth and a friend of my brother." Matthew explained.
"More like boyfriend of your Idiotic brother…" Gilbert stated again his side comment.
"Bruder, just shut up." Ludwig growled.
After a few minutes of walking out of the house, with Gilbert tagging along, of course, they arrived at a decent brick building that looked like the ones from England, in their perspective.
Matthew knocked on the door and a familiar blonde opened the door. It was Arthur and inside was Alfred, hogging down a mountain of hamburgers and Kiku drinking some Japanese tea.
"Yo, Mattie! Hey, you brought Feliciano, Ludwig and…the Idiot." Alfred said with a smile, but when he saw Gilbert, he just scowled like a cat who was being threatened.
"…Says the one who doesn't know what a cold is." Gilbert spat.
"Maple, there's going to be an endless chain of bickers…" Matthew groaned. The unexpected visitors crowded around the couch and floor.
"Is there something I could help you with, Matthew?" Arthur asked politely.
"Um, yeah…you're really into magic, right?" Matthew asked. Gilbert began to muffle a laugh, and Alfred hissed at the albino, soon after, he threw a fat, greasy burger at him.
"What was that for, you dumb ass?" Gilbert growled as he stood up and wiped off the ketchup on his face.
"Don't go insulting Artie here!" Alfred grumbled.
"That name insults me Alfred!" Arthur yelled. Feliciano began to wave his white flag he pulled out from his shirt, Matthew and Kiku tried breaking the three of them up, and Ludwig rested his head on the coffee table. After the minutes of unbreakable bickers, Ludwig snapped and put a stop to the screaming. Feliciano widened his eyes and the others did as the blonde said.
"Do you know anything about a Rosario Niño?" Matthew asked.
Arthur widened his eyes in shock. He knew all about that certain something. He was at loss of words when he heard it. The myth about the Rosario Niño.
"I know something about it...the Rosario Niño is the handler of a deadly yet sacred-like magic. If the powers go out of hand..." Arthur continued to explain. All 6 of them listened attentively to the Brit, all of them growing interested.
"The handler will die..."
I know, I gave it a crappy name… and the altar scene was a little too...can't describe, I'll just head desk*.but well, that's all for now. I hope it was a nice chapter. The next chapter will be boring again, but there will be a little drama.
Translations:
Hola- Hello
Chica-Girl
Mi Tomate- My tomato…
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