Of Lost Italians and Christmas PresentsLudwig awoke to silence throughout his usually hectic house.Of Lost Italians and Christmas Presents4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That was the first sign that told him something was wrong.
The second thing that gave it away: Feliciano was not sleeping beside him. The little Italian always- without fail- ended up in Ludwig's bed one way or another. Usually it was through much begging or crying from a bad dream, but there was once or twice when it had been Ludwig's own idea. Said German blushed as he sat up out of the bed, trying to shake the memories of his and Feliciano's more passionate endeavors from his head. Right now he had more important things to deal with. 'Something must be up. It is Christmas, so perhaps Feli has a surprise. God, I hope not.' Ludwig got up and put on a shirt before heading out to see what was making him so uneasy about this peculiar morning.
"Feliciano? Italy?" he called out upon entering his living room. Only to find a hung-over Prussian on his couch, where he had (judging by the blanket wrapped around him and the pill
I'll Help You - Rydon"She was so young..." Brendon whispered brokenly. Ryan thought the singer looked absolutely pitiful, but Brendon truly was heartbroken. "I feel so bad she died..."I'll Help You - Rydon6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Brendon, you do realize-"
"She was so pretty; I can't believe something so awful could happen to something so pretty..." Brendon continued, staring at the wall and tracing the floor tiles as if Ryan hadn't even opened his mouth.
"Brendon, this is getting out of hand."
"Why did she have to die, Ryan? Her death was so unfair; she was young, pretty and...Gosh darn it...she mattered." Brendon sighed and buried his face in Ryan's shoulder.
"Brendon....it was fish. Not a human being. A fish." Ryan pulled Brendon away from his shoulder and forced him to look in his eyes. "Fish die, Brendon. They aren't meant to live long." He tried to speak as softly as he could, knowing that Brendon was in his 'delicate' state.
"But Karen was special!" Brendon wailed, diving back into Ryan's warm arms.
"It was a fish."
"She had so much mor