Oh. My. Glob.

I smell a plot.

Enjoy! (And don't kill me for how late this is!)

Feliciano woke from another dream of Roma, shaking. Ludwig was gone again. He seemed to be spending less nights with Feliciano, instead drinking with Ivan and Alfred. Honestly, he may as well consider giving up on Ludwig. He treated Feliciano like he was fragile, and slept with him very rarely. He was Italian damn it, and he needed physical love! Rolling over, he grabbed his cellphone, flipping it open. He had seven messages, and one voice mail. None of them was from Ludwig. Scrolling down, he clicked on one from Matthew. It was sent about five minutes ago.

Feli, meet me at midnight at the normal spot.

Feliciano rose an eyebrow, and clicked on the one above it, sent from Gilbert.

Kumpan, you going to be there?

His 'up to no good' senses were tingling, and he liked it. He responded to both with a quick 'K', and dressed, stopping at his tie. He didn't need a tie, he realized, placing it back among the others, before snatching it back up again. Yes he did. Lying to himself wasn't convincing anyone. He quickly left the room.

The wind blew slightly, causing the trees to creak ominously as Feliciano stepped out of the little armored car he had drove to the outskirts on Italy, where the ruins of a lost civilization was on the bridge of completely collapsing. Looks like home, Feliciano thought, hearing two distinct voices arguing in the background.

"I don't see why we always meet here." He heard Matthew whine.

"Because we freeze our butts off when we go to your place." Feliciano supplied, stepping from the shadows. "What are we up to tonight?"

"Hunting." Feliciano rose an eyebrow. "We actually thought you'd have been decommissioned, considering my bruder."

"Please, I get less sex then Roderich nowadays. I'm thinking about shopping around for a boyfriend who isn't afraid of breaking me in half every time we sleep together." Gilbert didn't say anything for a moment.

"Finally, you realized what a dummkopf my bruder is. Congratulations." He rewarded Feliciano with a thumbs up.

"Or he realized he likes women." A familiar, thick accent broke through the silence and Feliciano became even more confused, yet pleasantly surprised as Vladmir came through the brush.

"What are we hunting?" Feliciano asked.

"Verewovles." Vladmir tossed Feliciano a pistol. Ejecting the clip, Feliciano whistled at the silver bullets. "Feel free to use anything else, such as crucifix's and holy water, but be careful with those."

"Knew you were a vampire." Feliciano said smugly. "Oh, and I'm still batting for the other team, sorry little guy."

"For the last time, I am NOT a vampire." he responded with his normal, bored tone. He seemed to ignore the other statement.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this useless conversations. But didn't we come out here to kill things? Not that I enjoy killing things, but it would be nice if we could get to the point of this excursion. Killing things." Matthew said. Feliciano blinked, noticing something different.

"Where's Kuma?"

"Blood is hard to get out of white fur. He's at home."

"And what about killing things mein freund?" Matthew blinked at Gilbert innocently.

"Huh?" Gilbert shook his head.

"Nevermind." Vladmir, on the other hand, was itching to go like Matthew.

"Very well. Gilbert and Feliciano, you are going east. Gilbert will show you how to properly dispose of verwolves-"

"Does anyone else find his accent alluring?" Feliciano interrupted. Vladmir ignored him.

"-since he had been on these types of things before. Matthew will be coming with me." He finished. Matthew nodded.

"I'm ready." Matthew adjusted his glasses. Feliciano shrugged when Gilbert sent him a look that seemed to be regarding Matthew's ability to be perfectly calm when about to kill things.

"He's Canadian." Was the only answer he was able to give. After a few more safety tips concerning the guns, and the fact that werewolves were not 'fluffy puppies looking for a belly rub' had been spoken, they dispersed.

Feliciano, halfway down a winding path, began to get this hollow feeling inside his chest. He hated being sad. He shouldn't be missing a man who barely spoke to him anymore, unless it was in public.

"Kumpan, you okay?" Feliciano looked up, not realizing he had been pressing his hand over where his heart was supposed to be.

"Ah, yes." He slipped a hand in his pocket, the other one loosely clutching the gun.

"You don't want to leave him, do you?" Gilbert asked, eyes scanning the woods.

"Ve, Gilly, please don't try and be supportive." Feliciano moaned.

"Too late." Gilbert wrapped an arm around Feliciano's shoulders, drawing him close. "Now, let the awesome Gilbert make you feel better." Feliciano sighed into Gilbert's chest, inhaling the scent of long ago wars, parchment, and the open sea. After he cried a bit into the older countries shirt, he sniffled. "Better?" Gilbert asked. Feliciano nodded. "Now tell me why you think you still need him."

"He's..well..I don't know. It just hurts to think of leaving him." Gilbert pursed his lips as they resumed their walk.

"Hn. I think it's Stockholm Symptom. You did meet him when he kidnapped you."

"That theory is full of holes." Feliciano pointed out, smiling. "And you know it."

"Nothing the Awesome Gilbert thinks of is full of holes. You're imagining things." Still, Feliciano saw a smile grace the Prussians face in the dim light. "Who else are you attracted too?"

"Country or human?" Gilbert shrugged.

"Either."

"Channing Tatum." Feliciano hummed, licking his lips. Gilbert let out a quiet laugh.

"Seriously? Okay, countries, because that was a disgusting image." It was Feliciano's turn to laugh.

"Ve~! Your words hurt me. Though..Arthur." Gilbert stopped in his tracks.

"The guy with the eyebrows that look like dancing caterpillars?" Feliciano nodded, and Gilbert shook his head sadly. "Worse."

"Hm. Well, maybe..." he smiled wickedly. "...Haerion* is sexy."

"Try it and you'll be missing something important...like your face. Or your legs. Most likely your face." Gilbert told him, his voice dark and threatening.

"Hn. Like I'd touch him with a six-foot pole. He smells of soot."

"He has a dragon."

"I don't care." He twirled the gun. "That Swiss guy."

"The one who shoots at you?"

"Yeah. He's cute when he's angry."

"Are you a masochist?" Gilbert questioned.

"Maybe." Feliciano looked around. "I thought we were hunting. Where are all the werewolves?"

"Heard your suggestion of sleeping with Channing Tatum and ran." Gilbert joked.

"It's not fair." Feliciano whined, ignoring Gilbert. "All the sexy men are taken."

"You aren't."

"Fantastic observation. Do you want a sticker?" Gilbert was about to answer, when they heard soft talking. "Break-ups and werewolves and voices oh my." Feliciano mumbled as Gilbert crept closer.

"N-no. F-Francis we c-can't." Matthew stuttered. "There's wolves and-"

"Ohonhon...do you honestly think Vladmir would take you hunting?" Feliciano rose an eyebrow, sharing a look with Gilbert.

"Hey." he whispered. "You've killed werewolves before in these woods, right?" A low moan that sounded like Matthew came from beyond.

"Yes.." they crouched low in some bushes, watching Matthew and Francis embrace, Francis' hands were where they didn't belong. He was pressing kisses to Matthew's lips, and whispering about how much he loved him.

"Let's get out of here, before I throw up." he muttered, moving away.

"I second that motion."

After an hour of wandering in the woods, Feliciano decided they were lost. Or he was. Gilbert had disappeared somewhere or another. He was most likely lost all the same. Being lost together and being lost alone are two entirely different situations. So, Feliciano had his gun drawn, and was prepared to shoot anything that had the guts to scare the crap out of him. For another twenty minutes, he walked in silence. Nervous, he began to hum, hoping that someone would show up. Grandpa Rome, Lovino, anyone. Hell, he'd take Ludwig.

Dry leaves scratched across the hard earth as the wind shifted. Swearing Feliciano looked around, certain he'd heard footsteps. His eyes widened, and the gun nearly fell from his hand.

"Roma*.." he took a step back. "It can't be, you're-"

"Feliciano." The supposedly dead countries blond hair was rustled in the breeze, his black hat sitting atop his head. The outfit seemed a little childish for his now grown stature, but it...fit. He had grown tall too...very tall.

"B-but.." Roma put his hands on Feliciano's shoulder's.

"You don't realize it..you kept me alive Feliciano." He bent down, and kissed Feliciano's forehead. "Don't tell me you've forgotten? Vatican city-"

"The last piece of the Holy Roman Empire..how did I-" Roma silenced him by simply drawing his fingers down his jaw.

"You've grown so much from when I first saw you.." As Roma bent down to press his lips to Feliciano's, the scene turned to darkness, and a loud cadence played next to his ear as he received a text. Feliciano blinked groggily as he sat up. Another dream. Softly in the background, he heard a voice singing. His phone glowed with seven unread messages. Quickly he rose from bed, and grabbed his jacket. He needed to speak to the Pope. Grabbing his phone, he flipped it open, ignoring the ones from Gilbert and Matthew. There was one at the top, from an unknown number.

I'll come for you.

A shiver went down Feliciano's spine as he stood frozen. Behind him, the doors to the balcony slammed open, making him jump. He turned slowly, and tried work his jaw as the Roma from his dream stepped into the room.

"Feliciano, let me explain.." he began, but Feliciano cut him off, barreling into his arms. Though Roma was caught off guard, he wrapped his arms around the Italian, and kissed the top of his head.

"Shut up." Feliciano told him quietly. "Vatican City, right? The last bit of the Holy Roman Empire. It's kept you alive all these years, but you've been to weak to leave." He fisted his hands into Roma's shirt.

"You knew?" Roma tilted his head up.

"I only figured it out recently. If I knew earlier I would've-" he let out a choking noise. Roma stroked Feliciano's hair gently.

"Shh..It's okay. I know." They stood in an embrace for a while, before Roma spoke again. "So, you're your own country."

"I'll be yours again, just say it." Feliciano whispered into his chest. Roma chuckled.

"No..after all you've went through to become a country. No." He turned his head and kissed Feliciano. "In fact, I wouldn't have you any other way."

"I missed you, Roma. You don't have any idea-" Roma kissed him again.

"Let me love you." And the two fell upon the bed, intent on spending the night in each other's arms.

Gotta keep it clean, my friends. Want to see the yaoi scene? Tell me about it, and I'll see what I can do.

*For anyone thinking I mean my grandfather, I was meaning Roma as in "Holy Rome" -_- Calm your fangirls.