He was the one who always had the flag clenched within his hand. He was considered weak, unimportant, even a blubbering idiot by almost everyone he came across. Even the women he would pass never really did take him as seriously as he hoped they would. What did they think of him? They more thought of him like a little brother than anything else.
What they didn't know, is that behind the smiling face or the distinct fear filled one, a war bigger than any that they have ever been apart of, was happening. Not even the Russian could compare his years of hardships to what this Italian had going on, and it was all inside of him.
Neither side is what anyone would even expect from him, even if they got to know the real him. Half of himself wanted desperately to be the man that someone needed but to be strong as his German friend or as understanding as his Japanese one, but the other half was wanting him to pretend to be happy.
To be the person that he was right now.
He never really was himself, he always painted a smile on his face even when he shouldn't have. He remained bubbly and happy in order to shut out the rest of the world while locking his own emotions deep down inside. Sometimes, if there were to much emotions, his heart would start to ache. He's been doing this for so long, his heart had started to ache each day, every day.
He truly was the man every woman would want, he just didn't know it. He needed someone who could depend on him, even after they got themselves to know the man. He needed that one person who didn't think of him as a little brother, but as his own person.
He needed someone to help him drop that white flag.
The Italian chuckled as he walked down the sidewalk, gently petting the cat in his hands. He loved the way the soft fur smoothly flowed past his fingers, the blonde hairs shining slightly in the sun. He loved doing it even more when the animal started purring, the small easily done action shaking the animal a bit as well as the hand it was held within.
Ludwig had called off practice, stating that it was a relatives birthday. His twin, Lovino, stated that he was going out 'girl hunting' with Antonio, whatever that may be. Kiku claimed that he was working on a new vehicle in which even Italians could drive safely.
This left Feliciano alone, with practically nothing at all to do.
He felt his feet continue their unknown walk till he decided to stop and go into an ice cream store, holding over dozens of different flavors to have. He felt a true smile appear on his lips as he traveled up to one of the many cases to try and decide what kind he should have.
He never really ate much of this desert, that was more of his twins job, but when he did, he simply didn't know which one to get. He heard a shuffle from behind the counter and looked up, an alright, to much tanner girl stood behind it with a smile. She asked with a soft voice what he would like.
She was one of those girls most guys would go for, but not this one.
He smiled, a fake smile this time, as he asked for chocolate twist (both white and dark chocolate together) in a cone. The woman gave him a slight glance, as if she were either angry or very confused. After a while of standing there, she seemed to get the hint and go to get his ice cream.
As he waited, he looked around the store, something about this simple place seemed familiar. The girl came back and handed him his cone. The Italian let out a happy thank you before he paid, turned around, and decided to take a seat by a window.
His gaze looked round, until he saw something upon the wall in which, was amazing to see. He got up and walked over to the item, his curiosity peaked. It was an old picture in which showed a family who came when this place first opened.
It was him, his brother, his Grandpa Rome, and the sweet lady owner. All the three Italian boys had a cone within their left hand, smiles on both the elder and the younger Feliciano's face while Lovino was already gorging himself on the sweet snack. The woman herself was smiling as she watched the small family.
Soon, his gaze fell upon his Grandpa's hand. This one limb was intertwined with the woman's free one, bringing them closer in some way. The Italian felt his heart grow heavy at the sight of it, memories of them flooding into his mind.
They were in love.
His elder always told him about that one feeling, how your heart feel's like it's made out of helium and that you're flying. How this new man wish he could feel that simple feeling, to feel someone even simply hold his hand.
Feliciano wiped away few tears, he didn't even think he had, before going back to his seat to finish his snack.
He sighed as he took his seat. Ludwig always dragged him over an hour early to these meetings, just to make sure he was ready for the hell that was going to break lose. Truth be told, it was way to much time to wait.
His fingers started drumming against the wood beneath it. His eyes wandered to the door as time seemed to crawl past. Seconds seemed to be passing like minutes, and minutes came like hours. He checked his watch again, only to growl slightly as it read only a quarter after he had came here.
He heard a few footsteps, followed by a few whispers. Curious and rightfully bored, the Italian looked up once more to figure out who exactly it was who came in. He prayed it wasn't that English man.
Lucky for him, it wasn't.
Unlucky portion, it was a woman.
She looked quite a bit like his friend Ludwig. Her long, darker blonde hair was slicked back quite a bit, leaving her cheekbones out a more pronounced. Her eyes weren't a bright light blue like the German man's, they were a deeper dark blue. Her mouth was curved into a smile as she talked, her scars moving as she spoke.
He could tell she wasn't like most of the other girls he could ever see. Her skin was tanner than the guy she was talking to, but it wasn't overly tan. The wife beater she wore was a bright red, complimenting her lighter green jacket and pants. Even her stance was herself, 1 hand on her hip the other on the table.
She was just amazing.
"Feliciano," Ludwig suddenly spoke to him, making him snap out of his small daydream, "I'd like you to meet my little sister, Geneva Belschmidt. The funny thing is, she represents Geneva."
"A city between Germany and Italy," she called, rocking slightly to her heals, "The only bad thing is I have pay the country of Switzerland to stay that way."
"You could be dead," the elder German snapped to her. She simply replied with an eye roll and nod.
"Alright," she said happily, "So, where exactly do I sit?" A gloved hand pointed to the chair besides his friend, making the Italian's eyes widen in surprise. He never got anyone new by him, they would always sit by Ludwig and this new one was his sister!
The female smiled and whispered something to her brother before she walked her way over, her combat boots thumping to a silent song. She reached a hand out to grasp the back of her chair and wrench it back before she sat down, slumping in order to put her feet onto the table.
"What's your name," she cooed, an accent similar to her brother's rolling off of every sound her mouth made. Feliciano felt his gaze look up to see her, only to be met with her gaze.
"F-Feliciano Vargas," he stated softly, which surprised his friend across the table, "It's nice to meet you, Geneva." She let out a slight giggle.
"It's nice to meet you to Feliciano," she stated. The young man felt his heart grow lighter at the simple sentence. A small, true smile escaped his lips as he felt happiness grow throughout his whole body. He knew exactly what it was he was feeling at that moment.
It was love.
She would always sit by him. They would talk about things, big or little, great meaning or a nah moment, anything that's what they would talk about. But today was different, neither her nor her brother showed up for todays meeting. It was strange to say the least.
Italy's eyes started tearing up as his gut ached with worry, only to find the Prussian looking down at him with worry.
"What's the matter," the Italian spoke.
"My siblings," the albino replied, "T-they got into an accident. Ludwig broke an arm and his collar bone, while Geneva crashed her head against the passenger side dashboard, the loss of blood and the intensity of the hit forced her into a coma."
At this, the Italian jumped up and dashed out of that meeting room before anyone could even think about stopping him. He needed to be there when she woke up, if she were ever able to.
~time skip~
He forced the door open to reveal a brightly lit room. Ludwig was sitting within a chair, tears streamed down his cheeks as his unbroken hand ran through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was. The bright blues eyes were locked upon the figure within the bed.
Feliciano's gaze was soon to follow. He gasped when he saw her head over halfway covered with bandages and blood. The monitor was keeping the steady beat of her heart while at the same time keeping her breath going.
She looked like an utter mess.
The smaller man felt his tears appear again, his heart aching terribly as he suddenly ran over to the blonde man in the chair.
"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU'VE DONE," He screamed, roughly shaking Ludwig's collar as tears streamed down his cheeks, "YOU COULD'VE KILLED HER!!!"
"Feli," a small weak voice whispered. The Italian whipped his head to see her, a smile slowly spreading across her face, "I'm so happy you came. I'm glad you didn't give up on me." The younger man smiled as he walked to her.
"I'll never give up on you," he whispered, "No white flag when were talking about you." He cuddled her softly and carefully while his mind took in all that happened.
He was happy, for he found a woman who was able to make him stand up for what he believed in.
To fight instead of running....
Instead of waving a pure
White
Flag.
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