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Quattro - Untitled Ficlette
Drama/Angst
Characters Italy, mentioning of America
AmeIta theme

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"Could this place be any more cold?" Feliciano mumbled wistfully to himself as he walked the nearly-barren, snowy streets of New York City.

Well, of course it would be nearly empty; it was three o'clock in the morning – on a Monday.

Tall piles of snow sat at every street corner, and thin sheets of ice blanketed over the tire-tracked roads. The frostbitten Italian had not expected this type of weather in the States, at least not this bad. He certainly hadn't packed for such weather, and his sneakers and thin red sweater didn't do much to shield him from the unmerciful cold.

Still, the cherry-brunette continued his aimless wandering; passing rows and rows of little shops and bars, stopping to see how far he could count the floors of a skyscraper or two before the buildings seemingly disappeared into the foggy skies.

So this is Christmas then, huh? Or rather, there was still a day to go. Usually the holiday was one of Feliciano's favorites, but this time; it seemed like just another bland day in his ever so bland life. Sure, all the festive Christmas lights were stunning; and all the decorated pine trees on display in shop windows were fantastic; but something just didn't feel right.

Perhaps he should have just stayed home, with his brother. Yes, back home in Italy where the weather was at least withstand able, and the traditions were a little more familiar and a lot less…commercial. Of course, the boy enjoyed it here in America; the place had become like a second home to him. Still, he knew he had just time to turn back and take the next flight straight home; if he really wanted to. Besides, Lovino would be missing him, right? The older of the Vargas brothers had seemingly not minded, in fact urged his younger brother to go spend Christmas with his lover in America. Which was rather odd now, come to think of it; Lovino usually wasn't too crazy about his relationship with Alfred. Perhaps his flirty older brother wanted to spend the holidays with all of his girlfriends…again. Well, it all made sense now.

With a sigh, Feliciano rubbed his numbing hands together and muttered a quiet prayer for his brother's safety. He was not a responsible drunk, after all. Oh, what if he did get really drunk? He really had no one to take care of him besides—no. No, Lovino wasn't that stupid. He could take care of himself. Feliciano needed to come here, yes, he needed to spend the holidays with Alfred F. Jones and enjoy it. It was what the blonde deserved, at least. He knew Alfred was the snuggly type and holding up a long-distance relationship probably got awfully lonely for the cheery American.

The sky was slowly getting lighter as the minutes ticked by, and the shivering Italian paused to lean against the side of what looked like a Laundromat. The European had somehow traveled to a small neighborhood, with houses that connected much like apartments; big fancy apartments. Feliciano blew warm air onto his hands as he squinted up at the street signs, trying to figure out just where he was and how he got there.

Great, lost in America yet again.

If only he had went straight to Alfred's house when he'd arrived! Now what was the American going to think? The poor clueless yank didn't even know his lover was going to visit! Now not only would his surprise be ruined, but he might just have to explain his obvious hesitation. He supposed he could just play it stupid again, but in a way that made him feel quite guilty.

The Mediterranean shook his head and fell back against the cold brick of the Laundromat; slowly sliding all the way down until he was comfortably seated atop the snowy, dirty sidewalk. His face flushed from the cold and his skin felt extremely irritated; he knew the longer he stayed out here the sicker he'd become. Already he was looking a little zombie-like; then again he hadn't gotten much sleep on the plane. If it wasn't for his designer sweater and brand new jeans; Feliciano might look something short of a homeless person- or a "hobo" as it was known in America. He knew he was indeed lost and a little helpless, inside and out.

Things hadn't been going very well with Alfred, and Feliciano was almost worried the blue-eyed ball of sunshine would find Feliciano's visit an unpleasant surprise. Feliciano closed his eyes, hugging his knees up close to his chest; he tried to imagine a splendid reunion with his usually-loving partner. Yes, he would show up at his house with a big gift bag of gifts and candy; and Alfred would do that spin-hug thing where the American held onto Feliciano so tight the Italian was convinced he would suffocate some day; but hardly mind since he was in Alfred's arms.

Or…or maybe Alfred would open the door and get that look on his face. That dreaded, cold, distant glare he wore whenever he was deeply upset about something. His eyebrows would knit and he'd press his lips together in a hard line; as though he had something awfully sad to say but didn't know how to say it. There was nothing Feliciano hated more than when Alfred F. Jones grew distant. He'd take an angry, violent Alfred over distant Alfred any day.

Or worse, what if Alfred didn't even answer the door? What if Feliciano ended up using his house key to walk in and see Alfred with another man, or even a woman? He knew Alfred and Kiku were awfully close; and he found himself sending his supposed-best-friend more than a few warning glares when things would get too close for comfort. At the same time though, he knew Kiku never meant for it to be that way; the Asian was as confused by American flirting as Feliciano himself used to be.

There was that girl that works at Alfred's favorite burger res-no, there he went again. Feliciano mentally slapped himself- for his hands felt too frozen to function. Alfred wasn't the most logical man, or the nicest, or the smartest, nor the most understanding- but he was faithful. He was a good man, nonetheless. He was a good man, and Feliciano needed to see him; needed to stop moping about and at least get his money's worth of such an expensive trip.

"Mrrrooww!" The sudden call of little black cat startled Feliciano; as it marched its way over to him and rubbed up against his leg affectionately.

The Italian male smiled, picking up the feline and setting it in his lap. "What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold?" He cooed, taking a moment to scratch behind the kitten's ears. The little ball of fur was extremely warm…then again he figured his hands were extremely cold. The cat seemed to agree on this as it wiggled around and leapt from Feliciano, turning and staring up at him with big, curious green eyes.

"Sorry," The brunette mumbled with a chuckle. "I suppose I should get going before I freeze to death." He stumbled to his feet and began slowly walking back the way he came, before looking over his shoulder to see the cat was still sitting there; watching his departure.

"You should head home too, Kitty!" He called, waving to the small animal. "Someone is probably waiting for you as well."

The cat seemed to agree on this, and with one lick of his snow-covered front paw, the feline spun around and began striding away further into the neighborhood from which he came.

Feliciano smiled and for a moment wondered if that random, genderless little cat has ever had relationship problems of his/her own.