Guns and Roses
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Thread Topic: Guns and Roses
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((Yes, it's a Hetalia fanfiction, but it's an AU. Bear with me on this, but it you really want to know what they look like just search their names+Hetalia (as in 'Feliciano Hetalia'). Thanks for reading, though it's only part of the first chapter.))
Feliciano Vargas was a very sick man. Although, sick seemed to be an understatement. It was more of a disease; a raging sense of failure he couldn't shove away. No matter what anyone told him, no matter the medication he took, the fact that thinking- no, to him it was knowing- that he failed was a weight of guilt on his heart.
Some of the man's time was spent staring into space; this could go on for hours if allowed. Just thinking, contemplating of what he could have done differently. Other times he'd be screaming, or crying, with seemingly no sign of stopping. And finally, when he was a bit more content, he would play with little green army men action figures. Acting out what he wished had happened, what he knew he could have done to not have failed.
He'd been such a jubilant young man, healthy and kicking. Only two years out of high school, and he'd been in army training since sophomore year. One day, he was drafted to fight in Afghanistan. At first he was pretty excited to get in on the action, and proud that all his hard work would be paid off. But, after only one month on enemy territory, he became the sole survivor of his platoon. Every other man, every other soldier, was killed. And he's seen it. He'd watched those men die. He'd been held captive by the resistance and been tortured for information. All over his body, they'd given him scars, broken his legs, causing permanent damage. When the army finally saved him from his period of captivity, he was so scarred from the experience that they had no choice but to send him home and give him free medical care. Nowadays, there was only one person who could even try to bring a smile to the man's face.
Ludwig Beilschmidt was a long time friend of Feliciano, knowing him since they were small children. Of course, back then Ludwig also though Feli was a girl. But that's beside the point; they'd always been very close, the German taking good care of his Italian friend. Now, as Feliciano returned from Afghan, Ludwig was again put to the test with the task of taking care of Feli more than ever. Instead of just saving him from his older brothers, he was now in charge of saving Feliciano from his own mind. Raging in the Italian's head were flashbacks, which overtook him if he was not kept occupied. So Ludwig started working from home, letting the Italian make a permanent residence there with him, to keep a better eye on him.
As Feliciano sat at the dining room table playing his little army man game, Ludwig would work in his office in the next room. At the moment, that was exactly what was happening. Green plastic army men were littering the table, slight Italian hands moving them around occasionally. It was a time-consuming and occupying thing for Feli to do, which is exactly why Ludwig encouraged it so much. Without the game, the German would have a crazed and emotional Italian roaming his house 24 hours of the day. Not an option, what with work to do.
After two hours of this silent ritual, Ludwig walked up Feliciano, carefully whispering his name before placing a hand on his tiny shoulder. Jumping only slightly, Feli turned to look at the man standing behind him.
"Feliciano, it's time to eat. Do you want pasta?" Ludwig suggested, although he knew the answer. Even after a month of flat out torture there was one thing no one could change about Feli. He still loved pasta.
"Si." Feliciano curtly nodded, getting out of the chair while Ludwig moved out of his way. Despite many doctors telling him not to walk when unnecessary, the Italian continued to insist upon moving around on his own. They'd placed furniture around the house in strategic places, so while walking Feli could catch his balance whenever he needed by leaning on whatever was nearest. Couches, chests of drawers, even randomly placed chairs were scattered throughout the house.
((Okay, so that was only a little piece of the first chapter...)) -
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