I month passed and I've been staying in Feliciano's house. I know it's childish but I've been ignoring Antonio, his calls, his visits and anything related to him.
"Fratello...I brought you food"
I look at my concerned brother as he hands me a plate of pasta. I show him a reassuring smile as I eat.
"Fratello I have to go to Ludwig's house today...are you going to be ok by yourself"
I look at him and the thought hits me as I stand up quickly pointing at him.
"you like the potato bastard don't you!"
Feil's face goes red as he looks away.
"w-what are you talking about"
"I knew you liked him....wait are you guys going out and you didn't tell me!?"
His face is totally red and shyly nods. My own brother didn't tell me something so important....but I can't blame him, he's been taking care of me.
He knows that if talked about his love life I would get worse. In other words he was protecting me. I smiled softly and I hold him close.
"f-fratello?"
"grazie Feli for everything."
He had a lost look on his face but that soon faded and hugged me back happily. Moments later he left and headed to Ludwig's place, leaving me alone at his home.
I was about to fall asleep in my bed, when I heard the door open and close from down stairs. I wondered if Feli forgot something and came back to get it, I stood up and went downstairs.
I looked around but I didn't see anyone, was it my imagination?
I sighed and turned around to head back upstairs when something hard hit me on the back of my head and all I could remember before I blocked out was me falling but never hitting the floor. Was this the end of me? Thoughts of the Spaniard filled my unconscious dreams as I felt two hands picking me up and carrying me away from reality.
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