[Chaos!AU!Feliciano Vargas [HETALIA RP ONLY!]]

“Si, that sounds goo-” Feliciano fell silent after the mention of the camps, not wishing to push anymore. He knew that those were HORRID places, somewhere he would never want to go. Taking a deep breath, the Italian spoke once more.

“Don’t worry.” He stated. “Next time something happens, I’ll let you know.” Given that Feliciano often attempted to make friends no matter where he ended up, it wasn’t a matter of if, but a matter of when.

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He sat back in his chair and folded his fingers over his stomach, red eyes levelling their gaze at the Italian and lips drawing downwards, apparently unhappy with the reply. Something was evidently going on in his head, but he didn’t voice any of his thoughts.

 

“…So. How has your country been? Things stable nowadays? Merkel has got me working West and I’s collective asses off. I swear to Christ, that woman is a slave-driver.” He rolled his eyes, referring to his current Chancellor.

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[Chaos!AU!Feliciano Vargas [HETALIA RP ONLY!]]

“Things have been okay.” The Italian said. “Fratello’s been doing a bit more work since I’ve been under the weather, but I keep insisting on doing some of it as well.” Feliciano insisted on actually chipping in at least a little bit, despite his lazy nature, since the fact Romano was picking up on things was due to his illness, as opposed to him willingly lazing around.

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The albino’s brows rose a touch and he finished his lunch, politely sliding the plate away from himself and returning to resting his elbows on the table, gaze attentive and eyes very slightly narrowed, scanning the Italian’s face as if subtly searching for information, apparently unhappy with the answer he had received.

 

“…Feliciano. May I cut the bullshit?” He had always despised inefficiency, and the other had been unresponsive to the probes, at least not in the way he wanted. He hid that under a carefully constructed veneer of apparently earnest worry and interest.

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[Chaos!AU!Feliciano Vargas [HETALIA RP ONLY!]]

Feliciano gave a light nod in response. “Go ahead.” He stated, slightly nervous. He didn’t know what the other was going to say-he really didn’t like talking too in-depth about his illness due to how others had treated him before. The Italian was used to being on his own with the matter.

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Gilbert clucked his tongue and met the other’s eyes properly, holding his gaze in a brazen display of control. His fingers linked together as he shifted subtly, considering how to phrase his question. Would it be too blunt, or would he be too light on the poor kid? He internally rolled his eyes, this was a nation he was talking about. So blatant forwardness it was.

 

“What is going on? You’re very clearly not okay. You’re half-starved and you look like you’re about to keel over. The conditions in your country alone are not enough to warrant this. I understand you have a… ‘condition’–” He phrased the word delicately, gaze unmoving. “–But I doubt that’s the end of the matter. I need you to be completely honest with me, please.” He resisted the urge to remind the other that he could tell when he was lying.

[Chaos!AU!Feliciano Vargas [HETALIA RP ONLY!]]

“It’s a medical condition, it’s just not been very well taken cared of due to multiple circumstances.” The Italian explained. “Fratello’s been busy often, so I’ve been on my own. I can’t stand being alone, so I’d often travel to other nation get-togethers…which often went horribly wrong. Others were mean to me, so I’ve ran..it’s often a choice to have food or company.”