Luciano was surprisingly in a better mood. Faliciano had grown used to Luciano's mood swings and anger issues. He figured that he was like his Romano in his own way, that he will spout curses at anyone no matter what. There was no used to being afraid of him. In other words, his bark was worse than his bite. Luciano was a nice character on the inside... way deep inside somewhere. Feliciano knew there was some bits of good character in him. Afterall, he is Roman Catholic like him. Feliciano noticed a couple of rosaries when he was going out the door one day.

"You dropped something," Feliciano stated a day after arriving in this bizarre world.

Luciano hummed, then looked down and noticed black, brown and red beads on the ground with a chained cross. He carefully picked it up, then traced the cross with his thumb before placing it in his pocket. He looked back at Feliciano, who stared at it with wonder.

"Grazi," Luciano muttered before leaving out the door.

If Luciano is Roman Catholic and worships the same God, he must be a good person. They were like brothers under the same church. Italy was always happy to meet another brother like him. Maybe he was going to ask for forgiveness. He wished they could go together, though there'd be no way he could go to church without risking death. It made Feliciano sad. He couldn't go to the church of God or to the Pope. What was the Pope like in this world? What were the people like or the girls? Were they pretty and nice like the ones in his world?

"What's eating you, Merda," Luciano asked. Feliciano was used to being called that.

"I want to go out," Feliciano admitted quietly, clutching something under his shirt to his chest.

"I can't bring you out without risking your death. There's no point," Luciano spoke quietly.

"I know. I wish there was a priest I could go to," Italy said sadly.

"Ugh, you're so emotional. Where do you even want to go anyway?"

"... church."

Luciano's eyes widened slightly, then sighed. He then stated, "the church here might be different from yours."

"It's Catholic, is it not? I saw your rosary," Italy said as Luciano's eyes looked up in shock and wonder. "Do you have a Pope here too?"

"... si."

"Then, that makes us brothers. I'm Catholic too."

"... hm... I'm not faithfully Catholic."

"Hm?" Italy wondered as Luciano sighed.

"I've committed too many sins I've not yet confessed. I used to be faithful... wouldn't surprise me if you were still faithful. I would have continued to be faithful, if..." Luciano confessed, his hands in his pocket as Italy cocked his head.

"If what?"

"... if I had not lost Holy Rome."

"Holy Rome..." Italy whispered sadly. Yes, that's right, Holy Rome was Italy's closest friend and the first to leave the Catholic Church. He didn't like Holy Rome's choice, but gave him his push broom as a symbol of their friendship. The last Feliciano heard of him was when France invaded him and he ran to Prussia's house sick in bed. Feliciano smiled. "I'm sorry. I would still like to go to church. Even if it wasn't Catholic, I would still go. America, England and Germany aren't Catholic, but still go to church with them during my visits, sing hymns and pray to the same God. That's what I want to do, because I know He will help me."

Luciano looked up, then sighed. He lifted up his hands, Feliciano smiled gratefully as he grabbed a hold of them. Luciano began walking out the door as Feliciano walked along with him, stepping onto the door frame. The sky was a long way down, wasn't it? Feliciano bit his bottom lip, not knowing what was going to happen.

"We are the same height, so I don't think we'll be falling into the sky, Merda... maybe slowly. It'll be like walking on the moon. You ready?" Luciano asked as Feliciano nodded nervously. "Let's go."

Feliciano stepped out the door frame, then Luciano gasped slightly as his feet began slowly hovering above the ground. He could feel the gravity pulling Feliciano up, while him down.

"Ah-aaaah!" Feliciano yelped, closing his eyes tightly at the same time he was tightening his grip.

"D-D-Don't panic," Luciano said, tapping on the ground as he found himself being lifted off the ground. "Ah-aaah!"

"We're going to die! We're going to die! Help! Help! Germany! Germany!" Feliciano screamed in panic.

"No, we're not, Merda! The Germany here wouldn't be able to help you either! He's as big of a crybaby as you! Hold on, while I figure out a solution!" Luciano instructed as he found he was right next to the wall of his house above the door frame. He placed his foot on the wall, then gently kicked himself from the wall, flying away from the house and toward the ground.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Feliciano screamed as Luciano ignored it, focusing on the ground his feet were gaining closer. "I DON'T WANNA DIE! I DON'T WANNA DIE! I DON'T-" Just then, Luciano feet hit the ground, and began jumping high above the ground like moon walking. "AHHHHHHH!"

"SHUT IT, MERDA! WE'RE NOT DEAD! WE'RE JUMPING REALLY HIGH!" Luciano shouted finally as Italy opened his eyes, his face seemingly awestruck.

"Huh?" Feliciano wondered, then looked up and watched as Luciano was slowly falling toward the ground before making a really high jump. Slowly, but surely, Feliciano began to laugh. "This is actually fun!"

"It is. Perhaps you're not as hopeless as I thought," Luciano stated as he made his way toward a very big church, everyone staring in awe at their country hopping, while holding onto a man that was upside down.

As soon as Luciano made it to the double doors of the church, he slowed down his jumps, on his toes, then released Feliciano on the ceiling of the door frame before opening the doors. Being the church held a tall ceiling, Feliciano still had to rely on Luciano's help to go inside.

"There's no ceiling for me," Feliciano muttered.

"Lie your back against the door frame. I have an idea," Luciano stated as Feliciano nodded, lying down awkwardly with his back against the door frame. Luciano jumped up, wrapping his arms around Feliciano's waist before they both slowly began falling down. With his upper body strength, Luciano quickly climbed on Feliciano's back, arms wrapped around Feliciano's neck. He used his foot to kick both of them from the door and inside the church toward the floor.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah," Feliciano nervously made noise as Luciano's arms unwrapped around his neck, then held onto his shoulders, sitting on his back like a horse. Luciano used his body strength and gravity to hop from one place to another. Feliciano found himself giggling. "This is fun."

"We're almost inside the sanctuary," Luciano stated as the duo made it to a door, opened it, then began hopping inside. Several people were praying. Many of them stopped and looked at the most bizarre scenery every displayed, then after a look from Luciano, continued their prayers.

The duo were hovering slightly above a prayer alter. Feliciano couldn't kneel, but he could reach out to the alter and pray. He took a hold of the alter, while his other hand reached under his shirt, showing a rosary of his own. He prayed quietly, so quiet that no one could hear him and only his lips moved. Luciano stared down at his counterpart. He would go so far as to move from the house just to pray to God for help in his predicament.

Luciano placed one hand on the alter next to Feliciano's, then another hand over his rosary, still hanging onto Feliciano to keep him afloat.

"Please help Merda, Father. Bring him home," Luciano whispered in a plea.