“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… Read more

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.

“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… Read more

“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… Read more

“I’d appreciate that, would help when I’m not feeling well enough to cook.” Feliciano stated, smiling a bit.

He waited patiently as the other headed out for the kitchen, partially wanting to ask if he could help out, but also wanting to rest his legs for the time being. He seemed a bit surprised when Gilbert asked if someone was giving him a… Read more

“I’ll gladly keep that offer in mind.” The Italian mused. “And grazie. Grazie for everything.” Feliciano was grateful that the other offered him so much, even if it was just simply food and shelter. He did have food to eat and a roof over his head, but he couldn’t easily get that when seeking companionship-he was often turned away by others.… Read more

“Fratello’s been busy.” The Italian stated, falling silent once the other started speaking once more. He was cornered. He couldn’t cover it up anymore, and he didn’t want to lie. So Feliciano simply opted for the truth.

“I have a medical condition. Have to eat a lot because of it.” The Italian explained. “Unfortunately, several times I was… Read more

“Not too much has been happening lately.” The Italian stated. “Been pretty lonely back home, to be honest.” Feliciano continued eating once there was a pause in the conversation. It didn’t occur to him just yet that the other was asking about his health-a subject that, due to failed attempts at finding friends, he often kept quiet about.

“I’ll eat just about anything.” Feliciano stated. “I’m not exactly picky anymore.” The last time the Italian showed his pickiness ended in complete disaster, so he learned to try new things-and learned to like most of them! Though part of it could simply have just been the fact he doesn’t wish to pass out again.

 

Waiting patiently,… Read more

Feliciano gave the other an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry I was late. I had some difficulty traveling.” He admitted, brushing the issue aside as if it was simply a matter of getting stuck in traffic, not difficulty walking, as his half-limp, half-stagger into the other’s house showed. The Italian looked around at his surroundings, smiling… Read more

The Italian had gratefully accepted the invitation the day it was sent to him. But come the day of the meeting, he wasn’t feeling the greatest. Incidents in the past caused by the disorder he has left him with some…side effects to say the least. And today was one of those days-a day where his overworked legs wouldn’t cooperate with him-the… Read more

“Si…” Feliciano replied, drifting off to sleep almost instantly. He seemed just so horribly tired from everything-walking so far, hunger, even the day’s whirlwind of events. He weakly pulled the blanket a little closer towards him.

Feliciano’s feet were terribly bony, as was the rest of him, though not as easily seen. The Italian shivered a bit once his feet were put in the water, but he eventually grew used to it. He wearily looked around at his surroundings, doing something to try and keep himself from dozing off.

“I have a Fratello. I was going to visit him when you found me…” Feliciano replied, whimpering slightly. He wasn’t feeling too well, and was grateful that he could recover in peace, with some kind people. Even though he was feverish, and still a little delirious from hunger, he tried his hardest to stay awake. The Italian wished for just a… Read more