Memories of Old

Chapter 26: Final Farewell

Chapter 26: Final Farewell

We'd just finished eating a late lunch, when a familiar flash caught my eye. "Goddamnit, not again!" England shouted, frustrated. "How many more people are going to come through?!"

"Where the fuck am I?! Oi! Felice! Vino!" A familiar voice called out, and I quickly dashed into the room to find Luciano standing there, looking concerned, pissed off, and more than a little confused. "There you are!" His gaze softened in relief when he saw me.

"Luci?! What're you doing here?" I asked. Of all the people I thought would show up, I honestly expected the 2Ps to stay out of it.

"I'm here to find you, you inconsiderate turd!" He marched over to me and gently flicked my forehead. "How do you think I felt, when I heard you were in a goddamned coma?!" He glared at me, concern etched into his face.

I realized his eyes had heavy bags under them, and the edges were rubbed raw from many sleepless nights. They were bloodshot, possibly from crying, and there were new worry lines embedded in his brow.

"You look like shit." I observed.

"And whose fault do you think that is, huh?!" He huffed, pulling me into a hug. "Do you know how terrified I was when I heard that you were in a coma after a fucking earthquake?! Not just you, either, but all these other assholes?! And Lovi."

"Hey! Why am I a tacked-on name?!"

"1P Ireland, Scotland, and Oliver confirmed that you were hit by some kind of spell. They're still working on what kind it was, but from what we can tell, it'll wear off in due time. I just couldn't stand there, though, so I followed our Link and here I am." He held me at arms length, checking me over for injuries.

"I'm fine. We're watching my memories, though. This spell shows the past of whoever was hit, in this case, me." I sighed.

"When are we?"

"Acel just left for war." I mumbled, though I knew he could hear me.

"Oh..." He paused for a moment. "I'm here, you know that, right?" He whispered, suddenly becoming aware of the other nations who were watching the scene unfold.

"Oh, don't mind us." England smirked, enjoying seeing one of the most notoriously cold-hearted 2Ps being so gentle.

Luciano glared at him, before he simply sighed and looked tiredly at me. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"I'm as okay as I'm going to be." I looked him in the eye, reaching out through our Link. "I'm glad you're here, Luci... I'll need your support. Not just here, with Acel, but... with That Place..."

He stiffened a bit. "You mean it'll even show...?" I nodded.

"Remember guys, you're not speaking out loud. You're just looking into each other's eyes like star-crossed lovers and nodding." America spoke up, causing Luciano to send a glare at him.

"Come on, then. We may as well get this shit over with." He sighed, going towards the door.

With nothing more to say, the room vanished in a swirl of light, and the next memory started to play.

The scene started out showing an older Feliciano, now no longer wearing a dress, sweeping in front of Roderich's place. He was a young pre-teen, on the cusp of becoming a teenager—likely somewhere around the physical age of thirteen—and though he still looked rather feminine, an experienced eye could tell he was a male.

Gilbert came running up the road, a grin on his face. "Ita!" He called, waving.

"Prussia~! I've missed you!" Feli ran and hugged him. "How's Acel doing?" He asked.