Dein Hand, in Meine

Chapter 9

Blissful innocence.

My room was an unused storage space.

The walls were a pale green and the floor had many intricate cracks in the wood.

Lovino had insisted on me staying in his room, while he could sleep in his brother's.

But I declined, knowing he was obligated to give up his room, plus I liked my own space anyway.

I examined the rest of the room as I stepped further in.

It was about the size of a bathroom and a half, and had a small cot situated in the far left corner.

There was also a mahogany nightstand that sat in the corner opposite of the cot, a small oil lamp sitting on top of it.

It had 2 small drawers, which I figured were enough for the clothing I had packed.

I sighed, setting my stuff down and beginning to place my neatly folded clothing into the top drawer.

"Am I interrupting?"

I jumped in my spot on the floor, nearly sending my clothing flying all over the place.

I turned to see a very fearful Italian man, who was cowering in the doorway, his legs still not covered by a pair of pants.

I gulped, hoping to god I could keep myself under control.

His legs are too smooth to be normal.

"U-uh no. You're fine."

I said, stuttering.

"Sorry for scaring you."

Feliciano's sweet voice seemed to cage itself into my ears, sending my heart into a mixture of regular and irregular beats.

I closed my eyes, knowing I would explode.

"Would you please put some pants on?"

I asked, my eyes still closed.

I opened them slowly to see his two amber eyes, which were slightly cloudy, widen.

His cheeks were pink and he looked flustered.

"O-oh, sí (yes) sir!"

He said, quickly running from the doorway and out of sight.

I sighed in relief, hoping that this time; he would actually put some pants on.

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Once I had put everything away; I immediately laid down on my cot.

For some reason I had grown very exhausted, and my body tensed.

But I knew why this was.

I hated being an intimidating force.

I had always been one to keep to myself, to avoid other people.

It was my nature.

But never had I struck myself as "terrifying" or "menacing" or anything close to being "frightening."

The way I saw it; I was just another person, trying to live my life.

Which brings me to my problem; I do not like being this way to Feliciano, nor his brother.

They were forced to take me in, they had no say, and that was the way things were.

They were innocent human beings forced into the hands of the war.

Just as we claimed lives in London, their lives were being claimed by us.

The only difference was that they were not dead, and I prayed it would remain that way.