GerIta--Let us~

Part 15-Dreaming Again

"On one condition...you have to sleep in my room, with me." Feliciano said. Ludwig, automatically taking the words a different way, blushed to his ears. "Like sleep with you, or sleep with you?" he asked, still red. Feliciano smiled. "What's the difference? I'm just tired..." he yawned slightly. Ludwig shook off the previous thought, and nodded. "I-I guess that's okay..." Ludwig stood up and stretched. "Should we clean this up?" he asked. "No, lets leave it. I can get it tomorrow; I'm really tired..." he rubbed an eye and yawned once again. "Urm, okay. I guess as long as it doesn't rain." They made their way inside before Feliciano collapsed on the sofa. He just passed out, drooling during sleep.

Ludwig, meanwhile, was in the bedroom, getting dressed. He put on a tank top and sweatpants before returning to the living room. He saw the Italian just crashed on the couch, and sighed to himself. He shook Feliciano's shoulder, only receiving a slight mumble from him. "Wake up." he said. "You can't just fall asleep on the couch." Ludwig shook him again, slightly harder this time, and Feliciano woke up. The Italian, still tired, sat up and tried to stand. He waddled to the bedroom, and leaned his head on the doorway to hold himself up. Once he was near the bed, he just collapsed and almost fell asleep again. The German walked in and got him up. "Aren't you going to change into pajamas?" he asked. "You'll sleep better that way. You seem awfully tired." Feliciano heaved himself up without a word, and changed into his shorts and a shirt about a size bigger than his.

He slipped into bed silently, and was overtired by then. He felt like he couldn't move, but his mind just wouldn't sleep at all. Ludwig slipped into bed with him afterward. "Guten Nacht." he said, before drifting off to sleep. Feliciano began to feel tired again, and hugged Ludwig. "Ti Amo, Ludwig..." he whispered. He clenched the cloth on the German's shirt into his hands, and smiled softly. Before closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent of clean laundry and a hint of gunpowder.

FELICIANO'S DREAM:

I looked up at the sky; it was turning a pitch black. The ground shook under my bare feet, and my ragged clothes hung off of me crudely. I looked around me, taking in my surroundings. Dirt floor, and cement walls in the distance. I coughed as the ground shook again, forcing dirt into my lungs. My legs felt weak, yet I began to run. I noticed figures in the distance, small and shaking. Without a thought, my legs moved, causing me to walk up to them. Small children, both coughing. They couldn't stand up, and one had blood dripping out of a cut in it's cheek. My hands both seemed to be cut, and I couldn't help. I cried. I just felt miserable. I decided to inspect myself more, and I noticed lots of cuts and bruises along my legs. Dirt infected them, and they began to hurt more than earlier. I lifted up my shirt to look at my stomach. I almost got sick just looking at myself. My stomach caved in at a threatening angle. The right side of my hip was cut open, and my chest heaved up and down whenever I tried to breathe. I just looked so...disgusting. I felt blood begin to drip out of a few of my cuts. I saw a tall figure in the dusted distance near the wall. Other tall people were crowded there, and one seemed to be high up in the air before disappearing. One after another, several people were lifted up and vanished. I ran forward, grabbing both the kids in my arms. I came up to two tall men in some sort of uniform. They were heaving people up and over the wall, where a huge crack made it just tall enough to lift people over. In instinct, I handed one of the men the children, and he set them down by his feet. He grabbed my hips, lifting me up over the wall first. I didn't want to abandon those kids, and I tried to scramble back over. After a moment, the kids were lifted over and dropped into my arms. I felt something nudge my stomach, and the oldest child was trying to move his feet. He was probably only five, and his foot was broken. The one next to him, was a girl, even younger than him. She had collapsed and was out cold. Her breath was in short gasps, pulling in dirt and dust with every attempt for fresh air. I ran further, away from the dirty air, and laid her down on a patch of grass. She coughed horribly, followed by blood. I cried just watching her, as her chest slowly stopped moving, and her mouth no longer gasped for air. The boy, ran after her, him being behind me, and sat by her. He knew she was dead, and all he did was hold her hand as his tears dropped onto her soft skin. "I love you, sister." he whispered in English, before bursting into a wreck of tears and screams. He clenched her hand tighter, and coughed due to all the crying. He looked at her through green eyes, and let go of her hand softly.