Feliciano looked at the arched glass doors, closed, but showing off the magnificent library. The Italian ran in, grabbing a large book off the nearest shelf. Ludwig came up the stairs, and saw him. He managed a small smile. Oh, how he thought of the young Italian. Adorable, Innocent. Maybe even friend. He looked inside, making the glass doors creak slightly. "Oh!" the Italian almost sang. " I haven't read a book in so long, much less been allowed!" He saw a hand grab the book and take it away. Then a beautifully decorated book was put in place of the old one. Feliciano looked up. "I think this one will suit you more." said Ludwig.
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After the Italian made it to chapter 10, he began to feel hungry. He looked out of the window, which was now blurred. He heard thunder rumble softly in the distance. He had been deathly afraid of storms since he was little. It sounded too much like blood hitting the windows, like bombs hitting the skies, like mobs' torches being lit in protests. He hopped back as soon as a rumble of thunder boomed, shaking the large house. A flicker began behind him. Before he had time to even realise what was even going on, the power went out. Those days, they didnt have very much electricity anyways, but they easily had enough to light a house.
He ran downstaris, falling in the process. Tumbling down the stairs and trying to get up. 'What a great impression i've made' thought Feliciano.He soon reached the end of the stairs, slamming his head into the door. He sat up, holding his head. Then the pain came. Oh, had it come. He yelped, rolling into a ball. Placing his head into his knees, he cried as softly as possible, not wanting Ludwig to worry about him. Unlucky for him, though, he heard footsteps coming towards him. He felt a warm hand touching his shoulder, and jumped. He turned around, tears streaking his red face.
"Mein Gott," Ludwig said. "Are-Are you okay?" The Italian looked up. He smiled a little. " You look good when you have that necklace on." he commented. Ludwig blushed, and looked at his feet. "Thank you, Mister." he said. "Now are you o-" he was interrupted by laughter. He looked down at his feet, seeing Feliciano laughing his head off. "You don't have to call me mister, Ludwig!" he gasped inbetween laughs. "Just call me Feli!" He soon calmed down. Suddenly, a loud banging at the door startled the two. " I wasn't expecting any vistors this evening..." Ludwig mumbled to himself.
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FanfictionA homeless young Italian, who has almost no hope, makes a new friend. After all the adventures, this shows how they bond, and become the bestest friends they could ever hope to be. ----
