Spicy-Cinnamon

 Admins note; There is swearing in this. If it bothers you, theres a back button on the top left of your screen. I put Lovino and Antonio in the Allies, along with Gilbert, because I’m an idiota, so please don’t ask |D ”But Ludwig, its not ri—“ “Hush! You know very vell you can’t use my real name here.” You nodded at the German, a little shaken by his sudden change of tone. “Yes, I’m quite sorry, Germany.” Ludwig nodded curtly, impatiently tapping on the desk. “Very vell zhen.” He got up from his chair and walked over to you. You stiffened, scared of what he may d

                                        Chapter Two -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Feliciano patted the soil down, allowing the rain to do the rest. He set flowers down in front of the graves he dug, and kissed the tombstones he made. Feliciano smiled, but ended up crying. “Bye Mama Julia…Papa, Jonathan...” He put his hands together and said a silent prayer in Italian before walking sadly back to the house. It was so…Empty. The two blondes had ended up staying, but they never really talked to Feliciano unless it was to demand something. “Feliciano m