Lost. Chapter 5

Germany's POV


Ludwig continued to yell Feliciano's name even after he left the room. After a few minutes his yell was barley a whisper from straining his voice for so long. He wished he had some water to soothe his throat but he wouldn't get his water bucket until the evening. He slumped against the pole, his breathing coming out as short wheezes.


He could understand that Feliciano could be mad at him but he couldn't imagine him being mad at Japan. Japan was so even tempered and had defended the Italian when people called him names.


Ludwig didn't know what Feliciano had done to Kiku and he couldn't see the extent of his injuries except for the dried blood on his face and neck. Without proper attention, the scratches would certainly become infected. There was no doubt in Ludwig's mind that he wouldn't receive medical attention unless they left the building. Feliciano only just kept him alive by giving him food once every two days and a small pale of murky water at the end of every day. The scratches on Ludwig were inflamed and throbbing, screaming at Ludwig to get them taken care of. The only think Feliciano did about them was agitate them even further by his weekly beatings. It had occurred to Ludwig that Kiku must be here because Ludwig missed a meeting. It's been about a few weeks since he arrived in his private hell so he must have missed a meeting sometime between then.

Kiku groaned softly, his voice echoing in the small room and snapping Ludwig from his thoughts. His bowed head glancing up weakly, blinking his dull eyes.


"Kiku?" Ludwig said. He was surprised at how much his own voice cracked and how weak he sounded. Kiku's usually emotionless eyes looked even deader.


"Ludwig-san?" Kiku asked, his voice thick in confusion. He groaned. "W...what happened?"


"Feliciano kidnapped you." Ludwig said softly. Kiku's eyebrows furrowed, his mouth forming a small 'o'. After a few moments, Kiku nodded. Ludwig knew Kiku was awkward in situations like this. Kiku didn't have many friends and Feliciano had always been kind to him. He knew how Kiku felt like he had been stabbed in the back. It was painful and hurt more then any real wound.


"Ah. I remember now." Kiku said quietly.  "I went to his house to see if you or Feliciano were there since you both missed the meeting today and he invited me inside for tea. He then hit me in the head with the water boiler." Kiku winced as his back rubbed against the pole.


"What's wrong?" Ludwig asked, worried that maybe he was hurt more. Kiku winced again.


"He left the boiling water inside the boiler when he hit me with it and it burned my skin." Kiku said. Ludwig winced. His body already hurt enough without having burns to aggravate it. He felt his heart wrench in pain at the thought of Feliciano doing something so horrible just because he had been ignored.


"You said Vargas-san did this?" Kiku asked shifting slowly against the pole.


Ludwig nodded. "Yes he did this." In the dark, Ludwig could see Kiku's stunned expression. Kiku's shaky breathing echoed in the room, sounding more ghostly then human. In any normal circumstances, Ludwig would have been nervous at the sound but he was too weary to feel anything other then the sharp guilt that replaced his dead feeling whenever he looked at Feliciano or Kiku.


"But why? I would not imagine Feliciano-san doing something like this." Kiku said in disbelief. Ludwig winced, knowing the feeling of betrayal all too well. The hurt in Kiku's voice was like a thorn in his heart.


"Feliciano is mad at us for making fun of him." Ludwig explained, not having the energy to explain further. His voice was flat, already a shadow of his normal bellowing voice.


"S...so he puts us in a cell? Ludwig-san, you look horrible. How could he do this to us?" Japan asked, his voice rising. The Japanese man never got mad unless it had to do with money. "He's pushing everyone away! He's not going to be able to get out of this situation unharmed." Ludwig winced. He never felt so depressed in his long existence, even through any of the World Wars. He knew Feliciano wouldn't stop at this point. He had gotten a taste of revenge and, judging by the look in his eyes, wanted more.


"Poor Feli. He must have felt horrible all these years. How could we not have noticed?" Ludwig said dejectedly.


"This isn't revenge anymore Ludwig-san. I think this is more like some insane obsession" Kiku commented.


Ludwig nodded, his body trembling. "I know. How do you suppose we stop this? I don't want to hurt him but I can't let him walk around free to hurt other countries and innocent people." Ludwig said.


"I honestly don't know. What can we even do being tied up like this?" Kiku asked quietly. Ludwig blinked sadly. This question had often crossed his mind but he still hadn't been able to figure it out.


"Nothing; there's nothing to do." Ludwig sighed. Kiku's eyes drooped, his energy and hope dwindling down. Ludwig regretted having crushing his hope but what was the use of building his hope when there was no hope


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Italy's POV


Feliciano neared the meeting room. He had been late on purpose in order to make his story look accurate. As he approached the door he could hear many loud voices, mostly Arthur, Alfred and Francis. He rubbed his eyes roughly and quickly blinked tears into his eyes. Once he looked like he was crying he quickly burst into the room.

"Help!" he cried. "Ludwig and Kiku are missing!" he sobbed pitifully. Romano and Spain was quickly by his side. Spain rubbed his back trying to comfort him and Romano circled around him like a nervous mother.


"What?!" Gilbert asked shocked to hear about his bruder. Feliciano wondered why he even at the meeting? He didn't represent a country anymore and yet he was still convinced he was 'awesome' when all he did was use his friends for his benefit.


"Kiku was at yesterdays meeting." Arthur commented, looking up from fighting Francis. Stupid British know-it-all who treated Feliciano like an idiot. England had always tormented Italy during World War II, even though it helped Italy's act. He hated when people acted like they were better then others when they so clearly weren't. His economy was low and he insisted he was an empire when those days were long over. He looked forward to crushing the Brit and seeing his crushed face, wet with dirt and tears.


"I we...went to his h...hotel yesterday b...but he wasn't there. I tried his cell phone and he wouldn't answer!" Feliciano sobbed.


"Aiyaaa!" Yao exclaimed loudly. "Where could he be, aru!?"


"He must have became one with mother Russia, da?" Ivan asked smiling sweetly. The massive Russian had always scared Romano and Feliciano. He had some dark secret hidden under his sweet smile that chilled Feliciano. Maybe it was time he turned the table and showed the tundra country who was stronger.


"What about Ludwig? He wasn't at yesterdays meeting." Arthur commented matter of factly. Well, duh? Don't sound so smart like you're the only one who knows it!


"What if they're hurt?!"  Feliciano wailed helplessly. These people were so easy to trick it was actually quite funny. Spain rubbed his back and smiled gently. The Spaniard constantly got on Feliciano's nerves. He would always smile and laugh no matter what the situation was. It was quite annoying since the Spaniard pretended to adore Feliciano when he didn't even try to understand Feliciano or take him seriously.


"Don't cry, amigo. I'm sure Senior Ludwig and Senior Kiku is alright." he said soothingly. Feliciano sniffed and wiped his eyes.


"W...what are we going to do?" Feliciano whimpered helplessly.


"I'll go find them 'cause I'm the hero!" Alfred exclaimed with a loud laugh. Alfred's voice was always so loud and annoying. Didn't the stupid American ever know when to shut up? He was always the self proclaimed hero when he didn't even save anyone. He was always butting into others business and making things worse. Many years ago, Feliciano had desperately leave hints to the others so that they would notice something was wrong. No one noticed, always being too busy with their own problems and never extending a hand, even if they were close to Feliciano. Feliciano desperately wanted one of them to notice so he wouldn't have to through with his plan. As time passed, he got so irritated that he wanted them all to pay for ignoring him and making him feel so horribly.

"And what do you suppose we do?" Arthur snapped, his thick eyebrows furrowing. He crossed his arms over his green uniform.


"You can all be my back up!" Alfred loudly exclaimed with a fist pump.


"You bloody git! You can't just expect us to just stand back and let you do all the work!" Arthur yelled.


"Aww! Are you worried about me, Iggy?" Alfred asked in a joking manner. He probed Arthur's side with his elbow, earning himself a smack.


Arthur's eyebrows twitched, a light blush blossoming on his face like a pink rose. "N...no I'm not!" he stuttered, looking away from Alfred so he wouldn't see his blush.


"Well good! Because I'm the hero and heroes don't need people to be worried about them!" Alfred exclaimed a faint blush heating his face.


"Can we please focus here, aru?" Yao exclaimed, masking over everyone's voices. It was good that Feliciano wouldn't have to rely on them. They wouldn't be able to work together even if their lives or someone else's depended on it.


Everyone quieted down, surprised by Yao's outburst and paid attention.


"We need to figure out what to do about this." Roderick said. Austria had raised Italy after Grandpa Rome disappeared. Not even Italy's cuteness had been able to win him over or at least lessen his cruelty. He had forced young Italy, deemed as Chibitalia, to wear dresses. He had locked him in a room without pasta and only showed kindness when he played the piano.


"Well, why don't we wait to see if they come to the next meeting? Maybe they don't want us to bother then because they're sick or something." Hungary suggested. Italy didn't have much against Hungary. She had been kind to him and defended him when the others talked about him and even comforted him when he lost Holy Rome.


"Maybe Germany is on his period again and Kiku is playing maid again. Honhonhon." Francis laughed. Everyone rolled their eyes.  Francis was always a pervert. Even when Feliciano was younger, Francis would try to do dirty things to him, like make him become part of France.


"Francis, you wanker! Men can't have periods!" Arthur exclaimed loudly.


"Then why are you so crabby, Angleterre. Amerique always told me it was because you were having your 'friend'" Francis teased, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.


"I'm not crabby! I'm a proper English gentleman!" Arthur said.


"We should focus, da?" Russia said still smiling sweetly.


"There's nothing to do! We should wait for tomorrows meeting before we get stressed out." Roderick said. Heaven forbid Roderick gets stressed and actually grow a few white hairs!


"B...but..." Feliciano whimpered. His bottom lip jutted out over his upper lip.


"Shh. Don't cry, Feli. Things will be ok. Why don't you come stay at my place? It's not too far from here." Spain said cheerfully, still trying to comfort the crying Italian.


"O...ok. Grazie." Feliciano sniffed.


"H...hey! What about me, bastardo?" Romano snapped. Romano always got jealous if Spain paid attention to Feliciano. But Feliciano could always use that to his advantage. He would love nothing more then to destroy the other countries with his fratello by his side. They were both half of the same whole, bound together heart and soul. Despite Romano's tough outside, Feliciano knew it was just his way of asking for attention.


"You can come too, Lovi." Spain said ruffling Romano's hair making his face blush. "You're always welcome at my house, mi tomate."


"G...good." Romano stammered. He seemed to catch himself and quickly added, "Not that I care at all, bastardo!"


"Let's get this meeting started!" Alfred exclaimed. "I'm really hungry!"


"But Amerique, you just ate before we came!" Francis exclaimed looking at the North American country.


"I'm hungry again!" Alfred whined pouting.


Arthur pinched his nose. "Your both hopeless!" he sighed. All the commotion eventually faded from Feliciano's ears. He pretended to be too shocked to pay attention but he could see Elizabetha, Antonio and Romano casting him glances. The meeting shortly ended and Spain gently laid his hand on Feliciano's shoulders.


"Let's go home, amigo." he said gently. Feliciano nodded, looking like a beaten puppy and allowed Spain to guide him to his car. Romano followed behind practically biting at their heels.


Feliciano stared out the window the entire way to Spain's house. Spain had bought a house in Italy so he could be closer to Romano. He sometimes used it if he wanted to go on vacation or if there was a meeting in Italy.


Feliciano was led by Spain through the gate, along the side of the pool and into the house. Feliciano glanced around the brightly lit house and thought of how he could stage the next part of his plan. Everything was running perfect and smoothly. He only had a few things to do before his master plan could be fulfilled.