*Luciano's POV*
I felt completely miserable. I hated being so useless. Just having Feliciano carry me made me feel weaker. "Hey, Luci. What were you dreaming about? And who's Claude?" he asked curiously. I sighed softly.
"Claude was the Holy Roman Empire. He was once the love of my life. Even we were just children. I teased him a lot, but that was my way of expressing my feelings toward him. It was awkward when I kissed him before he left. He had promised he'd return, but... he never did." I explained. A said 've' came from Feliciano.
"Oh. He sounds somewhat like the Holy Rome." he chuckled.
I sniffled a bit. "Hm... He was rather lazy like Lutz. They looked awful lot like each other too. But Lutz and I were never in that sort of relationship, nor will I ever be with him in that way."
"Hehe. Ludwig looks like Holy Rome, but he couldn't be him. He died and that's it."
A tear rolled down Feliciano's cheek, but I didn't notice my own. I coughed harshly, choking on some blood. It hurt so much. Feliciano frowned.
"Go to sleep Luci. You need to rest." He said calmly. I shook my head, but he began to hum and stroke my hair, making me fall asleep quickly.
"Sweet dreams, my love." Were the last words I heard before everything went black.
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Luci here. Sorry about this chapter being sooooo short. I'm working on things. Enjoy this anyway.
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~Black and Gold~
RandomA feminine Italian meets a familiar male that he thinks he had met before. Or maybe he was really just apart of his strange, yet wonderful dream. Feliciano will just have to figure that out himself
