lost ~completed~

chapter 13

Just as Feliciano promised, he received the ticket to the train station the next day. He didn't know where he was going other then some part of Italy. He had packed all his clothes, unsure of what to bring.

He didn't go visit Spain. He couldn't bear to see his face and not tell him what he was doing. He was scared; scared of what Feliciano would be like and what he would do to him.

He sighed and wheeled his bag out to his car. He got in and sighed. He began to have second thoughts on this new choice. The others would surely think that he was joining Feliciano's side. He should probably tell them what he was doing. But if they tried to convince him not to do it, Romano feared that he could be talked out of it. He didn't want to go but he felt that if he didn't, that he would be dooming Feliciano to be attacked by the others. He couldn't let his sweet younger brother get hurt, even if he deserved it.

Putting his own problems beside, he turned the car on and turned the radio on loud so that it could mask his thoughts. He gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white and drove to the train station. He quickly handed his ticket to the ticker man. He barely was aware of anything until he stepped onto the train's platform and waited for the train. He hated waiting. That was when all his thoughts came back to him.

What if Feliciano had changed too much ? Would he hate Romano ? What if everything he said about missing him on the phone was a lie to get him to come to him so he could kill Romano ? Romano knew he wouldn't have the guts to kill Feliciano and Feliciano must know it too. But surely since they were both Italy Feliciano wouldn't hurt him, much less kill him.

Luckily, he didn't have much time to wait before the train chugged into the station, blowing smoke. Romano waited until it rolled to a stop before he boarded the train. He took a seat. Feliciano had been kind enough to buy him first class but that again could just be a ruse to get Romano to trust him. Romano didn't particularly like trains. Trains were noisy and bumpy. Granted, he hadn't been a train in a very long time. This train was fairly smooth and wasn't as noisy unless it blew its whistle.

Romano uttered a string of Italian curses. He was probably walking right into a trap. How stupid was this ? Feliciano was probably sitting back where he is and laughing his butt off thinking of what a gullible idiot Romano was. Romano wouldn't stand a chance if Feliciano started fighting him. He stood up about to get off. Just as he did so, the doors shut tightly and the train creeped forward, steadily picking up speed. Romano groaned and watched the scenery go by.

Well, he was screwed now. He'd have to go on with it or somehow try to sneak out after he got off the train. He sighed.

What if this wasn't a fake ? What if Feliciano really did miss him? Romano didn't want to admit it but he missed his fratello as well. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to go. If he went and Feliciano did kill him then at least he died trying to make a difference.

Romano sat back down in his seat. There was only a few other people in the same cabin so it was quiet. Romano looked out the window at the passing scenery. No doubt, Feliciano represented Italy's beauty. Everyone always commented on how cute Feliciano was. The only one who ever thought Romano was cute was Spain and that seemed too biased since Antonio raised him.

Look at the bright side, Romano thought, if you die then no one will have to put up with my loud swearing or angry temper any more. Everyone will be happy.

Romano leaned his head against the seat, getting more depressed the more he looked at the beautiful scenery. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Excuse me, sir?" a polite voice asked a few minutes later. Romano blinked his eyes open, grumbling incoherently.