Title: Taller
Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia
Rating: Strong T
Warnings: Mentions of suicide
Genre: Angst
.:V:.
I opened the door to be greeted by a wide, open smile and distant, brown eyes. "Lovi! You returned!" Feliciano quickly backed out of his chair and launched himself at me, his arms wrapping around my waist in a death-grip.
"Unng. Feli, what did I say about personal space?" Despite feeling uncomfortable, I allowed the welcomed contact.
Reluctantly, he let go but retained skin contact by holding my hand as he dragged me back to the table, still cutting off circulation to my hand. "Oh, Lovi, I can't wait till we can cook together again. Just like when we were younger."
I let out a deep sigh and tried to remain patient and understanding. "Feliciano. You need to understand I'm not-"
Suddenly cutting me off, Feliciano reached up and poked my forehead. "You know Lovi, you do look taller! I'm glad that rope technique of yours worked. It even drew a bit of media attention, maybe you could market it someday!"
I couldn't say no to that innocent, misplaced smile, but wasn't my job to break. No matter how much I wanted and needed to.
I was just here for a simple, short test. A lab rat. A lab rat that just failed their one task and collapsed on the ground dead.
"Feli... I'm sorry to say this but I can't stay. But I promise I'll be back tomorrow."
Expectantly, Feliciano was quiet for several minutes before speaking. "... Ve. Ok ... Lovi. Just, please come back." Small tears were stained in his eyes.
I nodded to him and let myself out, the same beaming smile and hazy eyes watching my exit. Awaiting my next arrival.
Just as I closed the soundproof door, "How did it go, Ludwig?"
Recognizing my name, I looked up and, for a brief moment, believed it was my boyfriend saying that last word.
If only Feliciano said those trailing two syllables...
Dr. Wang's calculating eyes sucked up my body language, already knowing my answer before I shook my head. The same deduced answer for three months.
"He's. He's still the same. Confused? In denial? I honestly don't know anymore." Dr. Wang has already seen my tears, what more is my despair.
A few blonde locks of hair escaped their gel prison and hung loosely in front of my eyes, teasing with their closeness, yet not acting as they were suppose to.
I felt a comforting pressure on my shoulder; the same action I get every time hopeful, brown eyes on my back get cut off by a metal door. "Ludwig. Feliciano will let his brother go. He just needs time."
"... No doctor. I should start learning Italian."