/= "Servant of Evil –classical- Instrumental" =/
He had no idea what he was doing. First, he was talking to Charice's valets, and now here he was at the door of what sounded like Feliciano's room. Ludwig paused for a minute before he knocked on the door, hearing a mumble before the door opened to reveal a tired Matthew.
"…how is he?"
"He's lost a lot of blood…I'm worn out just trying to keep him alive…" He rubbed his eyes. "I'm…I'm scared for him. Why did he hide these wounds from us?"
"…it's all right. You should rest."
"But Feliciano…"
"I'll look over him."
Matthew was about to say something when he swooned; definitely tired. Kiku steadied him as they left, leaving Ludwig to walk in to assess the damage. He closed the door quietly and turned back around to see what Matthew had been working on.
Feliciano lay quietly on the bed, the covers going up to his shoulders but still thin enough to reveal the figure that it was hiding. As he walked quietly, he heard quiet shallow breaths escape his lips, and a bandage was still wrapped around his head. His fingers twitched and he lifted his hands to look, only to see that the bandages were starting to turn a little red. He blinked before looking under the covers, revealing that there were bandages and towels at all his wrists, and they were turning red as well. When Feliciano hiccupped and a tear went down his face, he saw more blood escape his veins. He paused.
What in the world?
"D-Doitsu…" Feliciano's face scrunched, and the rag on his forehead turned an even deeper shade of red. "Doitsu…Doitsu…"
Ludwig blinked and sat down next to him, quietly replacing the rag on his forehead. The minute his fingers grazed Feliciano's skin, he saw his eyelids twitch and the wounds on his forehead seemed to shrink a few inches. He stared for a few minutes before Feliciano relaxed and the blood continued to flow. He blinked.
I could've sworn that the wounds closed just now…
He looked up to Feliciano's innocent face, turning slowly paler by the minute. What was going on…?
/=+=/
He was wondering just what was keeping Feliciano so long. Ludwig looked at the calendar and saw the date: October 13. After a few minutes, he finally found his house. He knocked on the door and saw with surprise that there wasn't anyone answering the door. Ludwig sighed.
"Must've fallen asleep again…"
He grabbed his keys and opened the door, blinking to see that there was no one there. Ludwig sighed and closed the door behind him, hearing some shuffling of feet and the light grabbing of something heavy. He turned his head as he heard a cry and something raining down on him at a speed so slow that he had the time to grab the attack and twist his arm at the same time. He heard a sharp yelp as he saw the face of his attacker.
"Geez…Feliciano…" He sighed. "It's just m-"
He blinked for a few minutes before noticing that Feliciano's wrists and forehead were wrapped in bandages, tightened to the point where they were starting to fray. Ludwig paused as Feliciano chuckled lightly and lowered his arms.
"Ve…y-you should've announced yourself."
"Sorry…I thought you slept in. Calling for you wouldn't have done anything." He answered. "What…happened to you?"
"Oh…n-nothing. I just had an accident with some cutlery, that's all."
"Oh, I see." Ludwig sighed. "That's a lot of bandages, though."
"…the wounds were a little deep…"
"Then you need to go to a hospital if they're that deep."
"But…they're not that dangerous deep…"
"Then you don't need the banda-"
He looked down and saw that the thick layers of bandages were starting to be stained with blood. That caught Feliciano's attention as he stepped back and tried to hide the wounds, but was powerless against the other's arms. Ludwig grabbed his wrists and started unraveling the bandages, seeing that after a few wraps that it was caked with blood. He continued until he saw strange cross-shaped marks on his wrist, leaking with blood when he removed the bandages. Ludwig looked up, clearly alarmed.
"…Feli…?"
"…u-um…"
Ludwig quickly grabbed the other arm and started unraveling the bandages; this time he didn't bother to resist. His other wrist bore the same wounds, and so did his forehead. Surprisingly enough, Ludwig didn't remark on them, instead heading to the back and grabbing more bandages for him. The Italian didn't mention anything as he came back with the rubbing alcohol and the bandages. He lightly held his fingers, and he could feel how delicate they were becoming.
"You don't need the alcohol."
"No?"
"These don't get…infected."
He decided to go with it as he sat Feliciano down and wrapped the bandages around his arms, hearing him wince at how tight he was making them. When he was wrapping his forehead, he noticed that Feliciano's eyes were starting to water up yet again. It quickly made Ludwig's nerves tense.
"W-what? Does it hurt? Is this too tight?"
"N-no…I'm just…crying…" He sniffled. "It…happens."
"Feli, tell me what's going on. You don't like wounds."
"…"
"Tell me."
"V-veee!" He whimpered. "I-it's…stigmata…"
"Stigma-"
"I-I've had it for a while…ever since I was young…every time I cry, it comes back…" He leaned on Ludwig. "And…it…it hurts…when it happens…"
"…it's all right now…it's all right…" Ludwig held his shoulders, being careful not to break him. "Don't…um…don't cry…"
"I-I'm trying…" Feliciano's eyes were watering up again. "But it's hard…"
"Feli…don't cry, please." He smiled. "I'm right here. There's no need to cry."
"…veeeee…I-I won't cry…because you're here now, right…?"
"…yeah…I'll make sure that you won't cry…we're all making you happy, right?"
"Veeee…"
He looked at him and realized that he had fallen asleep. Sighing, Ludwig decided to replace the bandages, seeing that the wounds had mysteriously vanished while a smile crept on the boy's face. He smiled softly as he lay down the Italian on the couch he was on.
"I'll make sure that you never cry again, Feliciano…I'll make sure of that…"
/=+=/
His eyes opened, utterly confused. In a daze, he found himself gazing back toward the Italian still sleeping peacefully on the bed. Instantly, he felt the memory of what he experienced flashed through his mind, and after that it felt as if something had broken in his head…a wave of emotions flooding through him…he turned to him in shock.
"…Feli…? Feli!" He ran back to his side. "Oh god, oh god…Feli, is this for…?"
How could he be such an idiot? How could he yell at him for no reason, walking away when he clearly needed someone to wipe the tears away? He made that vow, the day that he found out the truth…that he would always be there for the Italian, and make sure that he never cried again. And it was him who made him like this…near death…
"Feli…Feli, look at me…Feli, please look at me…" He didn't want his voice to break. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…please wake up…"
"…Lud…?"
He blinked when the Italian stirred and opened his eyes. The fact that it took him almost a few minutes to even pry them open made his heart break all the more. Still…when they opened all the way when he saw the watering tears off his face…
"Feli…Feli, you're…"
"…am I…am I dreaming…?" He whimpered. "But…you…"
Feliciano flinched before turning away, shaking, desperately trying to move away from him. Ludwig looked down at the back of his head, hearing him whimper pathetically.
"No…I…I must be dreaming…" He sobbed. The bandages were getting darker. "Lud…Ludwig told me that he would never…talk to me again…"
"Feli…" He caressed his cheek, hearing the boy whimper and flinch. "Feli…look at me."
Slowly, he pushed his head back until they were face-to-face again. The fear in his eyes made the German shiver in reluctant understanding, and he neared him until they were touching foreheads. He knew there was only one way to wipe all these tears away…and god knows he should do it.
"…I…Italia…"
"…a-ah…" He was shaking now. "D-D-D…Doitsu…?"
Ludwig was crying at this point, holding onto the shaking body with all his might while hearing the boy in his arms sob into his shoulder. His body was still drained with energy, clearly seen when he tried to lift his arms to hug him. They parted, and he couldn't help but be startled by the tears flying out of Feliciano's eyes.
"Y-you're still crying…"
"D-Doitsu…I'm not…sad…" He was sobbing at this point. "I'm just…I'm just…so…happy…I thought I lost you forever…"
"I'm not leaving you…even if I say otherwise…" Ludwig held Feliciano's back, feeling just how vulnerable he was. The bandages were falling off Feliciano's forehead, revealing that the wounds were gone and that they had left a dry mark. "I'm so sorry…I…I never wanted to hurt you…"
"Ve…" He cuddled into his shoulder. "I know that…I'm not mad at you…I'll never be mad at you…"
"…Feli…"
The Italian felt himself be lifted into the air, leaning on Ludwig's body and feeling how warm he was. The German watched as Feliciano finally found enough energy in his body to move his arm and touch his chest, breathing deeply into his neck and still feeling the happiness going through his fragile skin…
"GEEEERRRRMMMMAAAANNNNYYYYY!"
"Hm?"
*BAM!*
"YOU MADE FELI-CHAN CRY, YOU JACKASS! TAKE THAT! AND THAT! AND THAT!ASIAN INVASION, YOU BASTARD! NO ONE MAKES FELI-CHAN CRY AND GET AWAY WITH IT! TAKE THIS! PADDLE TO THE FACE!"
Feliciano flopped back down on the bed as he saw Charice bash the living hell out of Ludwig with a random paddle and the other pillow on the bed (Feliciano wished he had that pillow). She started shaking her fist at him.
"Don't think that's all of your punishment! I have more where that came up! Take this! ASIAN INVASION!"
Nothing happened for a few minutes, leaving the others wondering what Charice was talking about. Ludwig staggered up to his feet, muttering something to himself as Feliciano tried to find enough energy to call out to Charice.
"…daaaaaaa-ZEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Eh?"
*CRASH!*
"Hah? Yong Soo?" Charice turned around. "I thought Kiku was following me…"
"He's too busy talking to the others about some plan or something!" Yong Soo rubbed his chin, cleaning the blood out of his shoe. "Francis just came in and told us that someone should come in past you guys to fight the murderer because he thinks that you guys can't handle him like this."
"HAAAH? Well thanks a lot, Francis!"
"What? What with half your guys going unconscious or being mind-controlled and stuff, da ze!" He stated. "Besides, we all saw what happened and we all agreed that everyone's going to come in one at a time if you need help!"
"…all…of you?"
"Yeah! Anyone with a Persona is planning on coming in here when you need it! The only problem is that one of them has to stay behind to keep the other side of the portal open, and I'm like 'that won't be me, da ze!' Besides, I want personal revenge on Ludwig, too!"
"Why?"
"Well, we all saw it up there, but no one saw it in here, but…" Yong Soo leaned in. "Ludwig was cursing out Feliciano on their boat ride here, calling him pathetic and crap while saying that he was a worthless piece of life, adding that he shouldn't bother talking to him until he got over someone or something like that. It was a toss-up between me or Elizabeta, but I won out da ze~"
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"All right, that's it YOU'RE GOING DOOOOWN!"
And the beating commenced.
"C-Charice…"
And there was blood flying in the air.
"Y-Yong Soo…"
Amazon war cries.
"I-it's OK! Really…"
And then they stopped.
"Um…h-he remembers now…and he was making it up to me…" Feliciano blushed cutely, hiding underneath the covers.
"…uhhhhh…" Yong Soo blinked, rubbing the back of his head. "H-how bad do you think we beat him, Charice? Cause we might've made him forget again, da ze…"
"What? Oh crap! We can't have that!" Charice started shaking the body of the downed German. "Quick, Yong Soo! Beat him in the back of the head and maybe he'll remember!"
"I still remember, geez!" Ludwig pushed her off, standing up. "Though…I have to admit that I did deserve a bit of that."
"Eh? How are you still standing, da ze?"
"I cast a Regan spell before you came in." He sighed. "The last thing we need is for Feliciano to cry again."
"…yeah…right…"
"So I kindly ask that you leave so that Feliciano can recover."
"Eh?"
"NOW."
"Right, right!"
And with that, the two of them started scrambling out of the room. Ludwig sighed before turning toward a semi-hiding Feliciano with a little bit of his energy back. He smiled a bit before kissing his forehead, hearing him coo underneath his lips before he turned up and seeing him chuckle.
"Now then…where were we…?"
And then they ended the repentance with a kiss, for that is how most of them end.
/=+=/
So for those of you who wanted revenge…are you guys happy now?