#engita week 2022

[engitaweek2022]

OK THE COUNCIL OF ME AND 8 OTHER PEOPLE HAS SPOKEN.

EVENT WILL TAKE PLACE FROM THE 26TH OF JANUARY TO THE 2ND OF FEBRUARY

Prompts are

Fears- 26th jan

Fashion- 27th jan

Hurt/comfort- 28th jan

Magical creatures/fantasy- 29th jan

Crime- 30th jan

Food- 31st jan

Music- 1st Feb

You either now have an option of horror or a free day- 2nd feb.

Any entries are welcome as long as they come with warnings for sensitive content. Fanfics, moodboards, art, anything really

[aphenglandfan01010169420]

28th - hurt/comfort (also a bit of fashion 27th because i missed the previous two days)

@engitaweek2022 thank you for makig this weekyou are so cool and smart

he may have come completely unscathed out the bar fight but he is not going to say no to free affection

[the-heaminator]

Engita week 2022, prompt fashion

Ah yes, my shit writing for my own shit ship week.

"Arturo, come on, wear something that is not dull for once?!" Feliciano whined as he watched his husband wear the same dull clothes he'd seen him wear for most of the time he knew him.

It didn't even suit him. The clothes were much too loose and baggy for his rather slender figure and it made his vibrant eyes somehow look dull. Though that may be the restrained anger that he knew the Briton held against almost everybody

"Well you are the one who wears such colourful clothes when it is always cloudy outside, you stick out like a sore thumb." The British man grumbled without bite. He loved his husband more than he ever thought he could but he did stick out much like a sore thumb in the dull greys, blacks and blues that people generally wore.

At least he could always spot him if he ran off somewhere.

After a rare few moments of silence while Italy was reajusting himself on Arthur's painfully old sofa so that he was upside down on it he put forth a trade.

" Ve~ I have an idea, I get to make you wear bright clothes and you get to make me wear all the dull colours that you choose."

"Bloody hell Italy I do not wear dull colours, understand that!"

"Please," the italian said, doing his best puppy eyes at Arthur, knowing that barely anybody could resist, and Arthur was not in that small amount.

He scowled but mumbled "Fine, but only because I like you and not because I want to,"

Italy looked ready to burst with happiness and excitement, well more than usual at least and dived himself into England's slightly crowded cupboard.

"DON'T LOOK THROUGH THAT!" England yelled, this however no longer deterred the Italian like it used to and he did it anyways.

The most used pieces of clothing were at the front and they were what Italy expected, dull greens and browns but searching through it deeper revealed some interesting things.

One, that England's cupboard was much larger than it looked not knowing if had been enlarged with magic and two, that he had some rather interesting clothing.

He pulled out an old looking leather jacket and a very, very bright red shirt with skinny jeans.

He smiled wickedly and said "Wear this, I want to click a picture of you."

England, instead of looking annoyed like Italy expected, looked at the clothing with a fond, reminiscing look and wore them without hesitation.

These looked much better on him than his usual clothing, though it was still a little looser than it should have been and Italy, with his ever present needle and thread quickly altered it.

When he put it back on Italy nearly died of a nosebleed, it outlined his slender figure perfectly and when he put on the jacket, which Italy realised was ripped in some places.

He proceeded to squeal, a very high pitched squeal.

Arthur muttered something under his breath that Italy barely caught, yet chilled him to the bone. "It's my turn next..."

England then nation hopped with Italy to his place then rifled through his cupboard and was rather frustrated to find so much colour.

"Come on! Don't you have any darker colours, "

He continued to rifle through his clothes until he found a maroon sweater and a brown shirt that he gave to Italy, along with suspenders that Italy had for some reason.

Once he put them on England couldnt help but smile and he laughed, saying "God Feli, you look like a history professor."

"Well I am old,"

They both clicked multiple pictures of this and never spoke of it to anybody other than eachother.

[engitaweek2022]

Hello human people.

This is the engita week blog for 2022

Please choose no more or no less than 7 prompts from the doc and once we get enough results we will choose the days and the week shall commence.

This will be found at engita week 2022

[engitaweek2022]

Engita week 2022 is now officially over. Thank you to all that participated and created wo fearful fanworks for all of us to enjoy.

Also if you would like s ship week for another ship please tell me.

[twstgabrielle]

EngIta Week 2022

Day 8: Horror

Warning: Blood, Gore, Unsettling monsters, Time loops, Language, Temporary Character Death.

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Why?

Why did it have to end this way?

It was a question that Feliciano had been asking himself for quite sometime. A question that always remained answer less. But then again, did he expect anything less than that? To forever be in the dark when it came to his questions? Feliciano sat against the wall, the silence deafening as he took a breather. His arm was throbbing from the deep cut he'd received earlier. He should have been paying more attention to his surroundings, should have known better than to let his guard down. He'd learned too many times what the consequences were when he wasn't paying attention or using his head. Pressing the wound Feliciano tried to keep the pained hiss in, not wanting to make any noise. Noise was bad, noise made things more difficult. Noise was what got him and his friends killed in brutal and inhumane ways. And he refused to put them in that position.

Not again.

Feeling the thick warm blood soak his hand made him shiver with slight disgust but he didn't remove it. He had to get the bleeding to stop, he couldn't be bleeding. Blood was a sure fire way to get himself caught and that was absolutely not an option. After a few seconds of applying pressure he deemed it okay for the time being. With cautious and quiet movements he slowly pushed himself up from the floor. His military boots made a small creak against the old floorboards, the creak seemingly extremely loud in the silence. Feli stiffened, freezing in place and barely breathing.

'Shit.'

The Italian nation strained his ears, listening for any noises. Silence greeted him, the unnerving tension making his heart pound in his chest. He wished that his heart didn't beat so loudly, terrified that it'd give away his position. For a few agonizing moments he stood there, stiff as a board and not daring to move. After several minutes of nothing but pure silence Feli slowly inched his way towards the corner. After a brief moment of gathering courage he slowly peeked his head over the edge........

The Italian about sagged with relief when the sight of the empty corridor greeted him. So it hadn't heard. That in itself was a miracle and it was a miracle that he wouldn't dare waste. Not hesitating Feli quickly and quietly made his way down the corridor not daring to slow down. If he did that would leave him wide open. It seemed to go on forever until he finally made it to the end of the corridor. The sight of the stairs greeted him voided of all life. It made his skin itch, his entire being growing anxious. He needed to find his friends and fast. The longer he went without seeing them the more uneasy he felt. Having them out of his sight made it easier for them to be picked off one by one. As the nation made his way down the stairs to go look for his friends, a sudden loud crashing echoed throughout the house. Feli froze his gut dropping with terror. He didn't hesitate already knowing that whatever made that noise had most likely attracted its attention. Racing down the stairs he practically flew towards the area where the crash was heard.

Finally reaching the area where it'd come from he quickly began to try the doors turning them to see if they were open. He felt his palms break out into a sweat with each resistance he was met with. Cursing he continued onwards desperately praying that he'd find the right room.

'Please mio Dio, please just let me get to them first!'

Feliciano begged hoping that someone was listening to his pleas. Grabbing another handle he turned it and felt it give way. The Italian nation about burst into tears as he pushed open the door harshly. A cabinet had been knocked over and underneath pinned like an insect on a dissection table was.....

"Arthur-!!!"

The younger nation gasped. Arthur's head snapped up at the gasp, his eyes pained and on edge as he finally caught sight of Feliciano. The older nation seemed to relax somewhat, now knowing that it wasn't an enemy that had entered the room.

"Feliciano......"

Arthur breathed relief coloring his voice. Feliciano bent down next to him, his hands hovering frantically as he tried to figure out what to do. Arthur's entire lower half of his body was pinned down by the antique cabinet. Broken glass and a growing puddle of crimson was staining the floor. His forest green military uniform was slowly becoming crimson as well, painting his waist like a bundle of flower petals.

"Oh God....! Arthur just hang on I'll get you out from under there!"

Feli said his voice shaking slightly as he tried to get himself to calm down. With shaking hands he went to try and haul the heavy cabinet from Arthur. The Englishman let out a pained cry as the cabinet moved, making the Italian freeze at the sound.

"I'm so sorry I know it hurts but it'll be over soon I promise just hang on-"

Feliciano started to say when he caught the sound of the wooden floorboards from the corridor creak lightly. Feli and Arthur went deathly still, their eyes widening in fear. Feliciano felt his hands begin to shake, his mouth going dry. Arthur while in immense pain didn't dare make any noise, looking somewhat pale. The two remained still listening. To their horror more creaking floorboards sounded out, slowly making their way towards the corridor they were in.

It was here.

It was looking for them.

Feliciano panicked went to go and try to remove the cabinet again, desperate to get Arthur from underneath it and get them the hell out of there. As he went to try and heave it a pale bloodied hand gripped his uniform sleeve.

"Feliciano you.....you need to go. You....you can't be here......it's too late for me. The cabinet it.....it crushed my legs and the.....the glass......."

Arthur wheezed softly blood staining the corner of his mouth. Yet his expression held nothing but fear for Feli, as well as a seriousness that made the Italian feel sick.

"No....no Arthur please don't make me do this don't make me leave you....!"

Feli begged shaking his head. Arthur gave him a pained but stern look.

"You have to. If you get caught that's the end of it. Please just leave, save yourself and the others."

Arthur said his voice demanding yet pleading. Feliciano felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn with tears. He knew that Arthur was right, if he was caught then none of them would be able to leave this wretched place. But even with the logic being presented to him he couldn't help but want to save Arthur. Couldn't bare the thought of leaving him to die.

But in the end he had no choice.

With a choked, muffled sob Feliciano gave Arthur one last look. His amber eyes full of sorrow, regrets and unspoken apologies. Arthur just gave him a small smile, his own eyes misty.

"I'm so sorry Arthur. Next time, I swear it next time I'll keep you safe."

The Italian swore his voice thick. Arthur gave him a tired nod, before letting his head fall back onto the floor. The crimson pool of blood was larger now, staining the rug and floor. Feliciano felt his heart sink as the cold reality hit him. Even if he'd managed to get Arthur from under the cabinet, the older nation would still die. Bleeding out from his wounds full of broken glass. Fighting back the rush of tears Feli got up from the floor and went to leave the room to try and fix this awful fate. When the sounds of the creaking floorboards stopped right in front of their door. Arthur sucked in a sharp breath having heard it as well. His expression was alarmed, conveying a silent message to Feli.

Hide. Now.

Feliciano didn't hesitate, quickly going to hide. A nearby closet sat in the corner of the room. Opening the door as quickly and quietly as he could Feli gave Arthur one last devasted and broken look before finally getting into the closet. He'd made it just in time as the sound of the door being slammed open filled the room. Feliciano watched through the crack of the door, fear flooding through his veins. It was here. He watched as it made its way towards Arthur, its large soulless black eyes burning into the dying nation. Arthur let out little wet huffs of air, his lungs and throat filling with blood. Yet he was glaring at it, his green eyes dark like a toxic plant. Filled with nothing but hatred and pure defiance.

"Fucking bastard....! Go to hell.....!"

Arthur spat out, putting every ounce of hatred and disgust he could into the sentence. It stared at him unblinking before it moved. With horrifyingly quick movements it grabbed the cabinet and hurled it off of Arthur. With large thin hands it grabbed the English nation, making him scream in pain before with a ruthless motion slammed the man into the floor. Arthur's body hit the floor with a sickening spat, his pained scream cut short. Feliciano bit his fist to stop the scream that threatened to break out. Hot silent tears flew down his cheeks as he was forced to watch the gruesome display. It picked Arthur back up again and slammed him down again, another splat filling the room. Only now the sounds of brittle bones breaking joined the awful sympathy.

Splat. Crunch.

Splat. Crunch.

Splat. Crunch.

Over and over again it continued to slam Arthur's body into the floor until it finally deemed it necessary to stop. It held Arthur's corpse up, the once living breathing body now nothing more than a bloody lump of flesh, hair, bones and blood. It then dropped him onto the floor, before making its way out of the room. Feliciano sat in the closet shaking and feeling nauseous listening to the fading footsteps of their enemy. After a few minutes of nothing but silence Feli finally crawled out of the closet. Now seeing the full view of the carnage that painted the room Feli let out a small agonized wail. Blood stained the walls and floor, making the room smell of death and copper. Arthur was on the floor, his corpse bent and broken. His eyes once bright and full of fury now stared into nothing, no longer seeing the world. Feli crawled towards him, his hand reaching out for him. Grasping the cold limb Feli let out another heart wrenching wail, his tears flowing fast and furious. Pressing a kiss to Arthur's hand Feli grieved.

Why.....?

Why did this always happen.....?

Why did everyone he love have to die...?

Why couldn't it just let them go, hadn't they suffered enough?

Why? Why? Why? Why?

Feliciano didn't know.

~~~~~

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

It was always the first thing Arthur heard whenever he'd awaken. The sounds of an ancient grandfather clock, ticking away. It was a sick joke in Arthur's opinion. To make him hear a clock yet forcing him and others through the same thing every time.

Tick.

Tock.

Always forced to enter that God forsaken place, forced to pretend that he had no clue what was going on. Forced to watch the same people he cared about and loved die in gruesome and grotesque ways. Sometimes even ending up in the same position as them. It was madness, it was cruel. Yet he was powerless to stop it. He had no control over any of it, all he could do was desperately hope and pray that he could help save the lives of his fellow nations. How many times has it been? How many times has he reset this timeline in a desperate attempt to save those around him and to help Feli?

How many times has he seen them all die?

Alfred, Matthew, Francis, Yao, Ivan, Ludwig, Kiku, Gilbert.

All of them he'd seen die countless times. All of them he'd failed to save and protect. Their blood stained his hands. And he wasn't the only one who suffered. No Feliciano was also one who suffered like him. The Italian nation, whose smile was like sunshine and happiness had seen the horrors he had. Remembered each and every death like him. Was consumed by the same guilt and devastation as he was. Perhaps that was why they'd gotten so close. Two broken and tortured souls who were forced to endure madness at the hands of a insane and twisted monster. He could still remember the last loop. The pain he'd felt when the cabinet fell on him. The feeling of the glass cutting and tearing him open in the middle. He remembered the destroyed look Feli had when he'd failed to help him escape, forced to hide. He remembered the agony of hitting the floor by that monster, the pain of his body that had already been fallen apart become nothing more than a bag of broken bones and glass. He was lucky he'd died from the impact. He didn't think he'd be able to go on if he'd been forced to live through it. Forced to stay alive as he was smashed into the ground like a toy.

Arthur shivered shaking the phantom pain away. He couldn't be shaken up now, he had to remain in control. He had to keep his head. Yet despite telling himself this he couldn't stop the horrific feeling that hit him when he saw the mansion in front of him.

"England-San are you alright? You look as if you seen a ghost."

Kiku's soft voice made him recover. Green eyes met with dark brown ones. Trying to offer a small smile Arthur shook his head.

"Sorry was just thinking about Flying Mint Bunny being at home all alone. I think I'd forgotten to feed her today."

Arthur said the lie falling smoothly off of his tongue. Kiku gave the British nation a searching look. Arthur felt his skin itch a bit at the focused gaze. After a moment longer of staring Kiku finally looked away.

"That does sound rather upsetting. Then we should finish this exploration that America-San wants to do so you can return home swiftly."

The Japanese nation said. Arthur felt his stomach sink at the words, a bitter taste filling his mouth. He hadn't been home in God only knew how long. He almost forgot what it looked like. Instead he just gave a small nod and dropped the subject. The group finally made their way into the mansion, making the English nation want to scream.

How many more times would he be forced to do this?

How many more times will he be forced to die, to be forced to watch the others die?

Arthur had no clue.

~~~~~

It was funny how such awful things could bring people together. After so many loops and seeing so much death, it'd been almost natural for Feliciano and Arthur to end up clinging to each other. Two nations who knew too much about the cursed place that caused so much suffering. It was another loop when the two had finally actually spoken about their situation and somewhat acknowledged their relationship. The duo and the rest of their friends had barely managed to escape from the thing that was hunting them for its sadistic pleasure. The other nations were asleep, the only ones who were awake were Feli and Arthur. The Italian nation was leaning against the bed, staring blankly at the walls. The English nation was sitting beside him, quiet as a grave.

"Why?"

Feli muttered, his voice soft and hallow. Arthur turned to look at him, his gaze questioning.

"Why are we doing this.....? Why when all we ever do is die. I've seen so many things, seen all of our friends die gruesome and disturbing deaths. I've died in so many ways, felt so much pain only to repeat it over and over again....."

The Italian said his voice starting to shake slightly as he thought of it. It wasn't fair, being in the position he was in. It wasn't fair that horrid thing was after him, that it had killed all of his friends. He could still see all the blood, could still hear all the bones breaking. Feliciano hadn't realized that he was shaking until he felt a pair of arms wrap around him gently.

"I don't know. I don't know why we're the ones who are in this position, I don't know why we're forced to watch our loved ones die. I don't know why we've been forced to go through so much pain and grief. But what I do know is that no matter what happens, we still got each other. No matter how many times we've got to loop and start over, we'll always have each other. And that for me at least is enough to keep me going."

Arthur's voice said, sincere and comforting. Feliciano felt his throat tighten as he fought his tears. He couldn't cry now, not when everyone else was asleep and could possibly hear him. So instead he just clung to Arthur like a lifeline, refusing to let him go. The older nation tightened his embrace, rubbing soothing circles into the younger nation's back. Feliciano didn't know why this was happening but he knew one thing.

As long as he had Arthur around, he'd keep holding on. Even if it ate away at his sanity and hope he'd hold on and fight. He had to not just for his sake.

But for Arthur's as well.

~~~~~

'No.'

'No, no, no. Please not him I can't do this without him.'

Arthur thought staring in horror and disbelief at the sight before him. There crumpled up on the cellar floor was Feliciano. The Italian nation was bleeding, his once lively eyes now dull and lifeless. The flag that he had with him and used for self defense was now through his abdomen, the wood having been splintered and made into a makeshift spear of sorts. It was clear that whatever had done it hadn't been the thing. It would've torn him apart and then killed them itself. That was the deal that kept them here after all.

If Feliciano was caught before he could get everyone out of the mansion they'd all die permanently. But if he got all of them out they'd be let go. It was a sick and twisted game of cat and mouse, forcing him and the other nation to go through time over and over again. Which meant that whoever had killed him had been a fellow nation. The thought made Arthur's heart freeze in fear as he realized that it was one of those loops. It didn't happen often but on occasion the pressure and trauma of the situation was too much and a nation would snap. Going completely unhinged and insane. The Englishman quickly looked around trying to figure out if the one who had killed Feli was still in the cellar with him. It didn't take long before his question was answered. He barely had time to process before the sudden feeling of a sharp object piercing his body took him down. With a soundless scream of pain he collapsed onto the cold stone floor, blood pooling into his mouth.

'Vital area......I'm going to bleed out......'

He thought choking on his own blood. His vision began to blur and he could vaguely make out the shape of another person. Though who it was would remain a mystery to him. Turning his blurry gaze to the side of him he took in Feli's face one last time, his hand weakly reaching out to him.

'See you in the next loop love.....wait for me please......'

With that last thought Arthur faded.

~~~~~

He was so tired.

He was so tired of all of this.

Feliciano stared at the ground, barely taking in the chaos going on around him. Arthur was on the ground, the thin nation cradling the head of Matthew in his lap. The large Canadian nation had been crushed by the weight of a piano. The top that was always open having crushed his skull and upper body. Blood stained his long wavy blonde hair and his pale face. His eyes were half open, a look of death forever stuck in his gaze. Arthur was sobbing over the dead nation, his agonizing wails breaking Feliciano's heart in a way he had never experienced. Beside the Englishman was Alfred and Francis, the two men grieving as well. The American was desperately trying to wake his twin, only to have his pleas fall on deaf ears. Francis was holding onto Arthur to try and calm him down but it was obvious that he too was just as broken.

"Matthew, my sweet boy please answer me.....oh God Matthew....."

Arthur's voice crocked, his tone full of grief. It was the type of grief that only a parent could feel and hearing that devastated tone come from Arthur made Feliciano want to cry with him.

'Why? Why? What the fuck have we done to deserve all of this? What the fuck did we do to deserve such a harsh punishment?'

The Italian's thoughts screamed in rage and agony. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair that Arthur had to suffer such a cruel fate. That he had to suffer the loss of his children in different loops over and over again.

'This is madness......I've got to stop this. Even if it kills me I'll stop this sadistic game. For Arthur, mi tereso.'

~~~~~

Run.

That was all he could do.

Feliciano ran through the corridor, his lungs burning from how much he'd been running. But he couldn't stop, not now. Not when he was so close to getting to where he needed to go. Panting harshly Feli sprinted onwards, clutching the red book in his hands. Behind him that thing was chasing him down. Its large eyes, voidless and demonic focused in on him. But the nation refused to stop, refused to get caught. Not when he was so close.

Not when he and his friends freedom was finally within reach.

Feliciano flung himself around a nearby corner, barely managing to avoid the grasp of the monster pursuing him. Looking around he desperately searched for the place he needed to be.

'Where is it??? Where the hell is it?????'

He screamed mentally becoming desperate. He couldn't lose, he just couldn't. Losing meant that he had failed, losing meant that he and his friends lives would be forfeited. Losing meant Arthur would die. That alone was enough to make him determined to see this through until the very end.

"FELI-!!! UP HERE!!!"

A loud familiar voice called out to him. Head snapping towards the voice he caught sight of the familiar frame of his best friend. Ludwig was waving him towards him, the German holding onto his gun and prepared to shoot should the thing get close. Feliciano practically flung himself into the muscular body and with little hesitation Ludwig practically flung them up the stairs. A large metal door sat at the top of them. Arthur and Kiku were waiting by the door reaching out for them.

"Feli! Ludwig! Hurry!"

Arthur cried out. Kiku pulled out his sword his eyes full of terror.

"Behind you!"

Kiku shouted. Feliciano turned his head and barely managed to not scream as he caught sight of the monster climbing up behind them and catching up fast. Ludwig swore and took aim shooting his gun straight into one of its eyes. It screeched in pain and fury but it was enough to let Feliciano and Ludwig escape. Arthur held open the door while Kiku grabbed onto Feliciano and Ludwig and yanked them through the doorway. As soon as their bodies hit the floor of the safe room Arthur slammed the door shut the lock clicking into place. The sounds of the thing's body hitting the steel door boomed throughout the room before it loud screams of fury filled the air. The room was quiet as the listened to it scratch at the door unable to get through it. After a moment or two the other side fell silent. The group of countries stared at the door, stunned and holding their breath.

They'd done it.

They'd beat it.

They could finally go back home.

With cautious and hesitant steps the nations made their way towards the second door that was in the safe room. Behind this door was their ticket to the outside world. Feli felt his heart race with emotion. Turning his eyes towards Arthur he reached out and pulled him into a tight hug.

"We did it.......Arthuro we're going home......!"

The Italian said choked up and shaking. The Englishman clung onto him as well his own body trembling as well.

"Yes Feli......we can finally go home....."

Arthur breathed happiness and relief making him dizzy. The two pulled away from each other, yet still held each other's hand. Exchanging small yet shy smiles the two made their way to the second door. Behind them stood all of their friends, safe and alive.

Alfred, Matthew, Francis, Yao, Ivan, Ludwig, Kiku and Gilbert.

They were alive and okay and that was the best thing Feli and Arthur had ever received. Reaching for the door Feliciano turned the knob and opened it. Giving a small squeeze to Arthur's hand, the Italian led him into the doorway and into the light with their friends close behind.

~~~~~

Bright.

It was so bright.

Feliciano let out a small groan pulling the blankets over his head to block out the sunshine. Movement came from the other side of the bed making him peek from underneath. There greeting him was the sight of his husband Arthur. The English nation let out a small yawn before turning his tired gaze towards Feli.

"Good morning love."

Arthur said his voice gruff and full of sleepiness. Feliciano let out a small hum before sitting up and giving his husband a kiss.

"Buongiorno amore mio."

Feli chimed back making Arthur smile at him. The two sat in bed together content and enjoying each other's presence. Feli was running his fingers through Arthur's hair before he suddenly broke the silence.

"I had the strangest dream last night."

The Italian said making his husband look at him in curiosity.

"Oh? Do you remember what it was about?"

The Englishman asked. The younger nation went to tell his husband before a look of confusion crossed his expression.

"I.....I don't remember."

He said confused by his sudden memory loss of his dream. Arthur gave his husband a small look before placing butterfly kisses on his cheek.

"Well whatever it was about, it was only a dream. Now let's get up so we can get breakfast started. I'll even make you your favorite coffee brew."

The older nation said his voice soft and fond. The younger nation smiled lovingly at him, already getting out of bed to join his husband in the kitchen. Arthur was right, even if Feliciano can't remember the dream it was only just that. A dream and dreams weren't real. As the couple made their way out of their shared bedroom, an old red book sat neatly in an old box, long forgotten and devoided of anything inside other than blank pages that had turned yellow from age.

Somewhere far in the distant the sound of an ancient grandfather clock ticked away.

Tick.

Tock.

*Finally the last prompt for EngIta week!!! I decided to go with the very thing that got me into this ship in the first place, Hetaoni. It's an fan made horror game that's based off an old RPG game that has the same premise. It was because of RPG horror games that I'd actually discovered Hetaoni and let me tell y'all it was an experience shshdhd. While I was writing this I was inspired by other RPG horror games such as Corpse Party and The Witch's House. RPG horror is surprisingly unnerving and hella scary and I tried my best to make this as unsettling as possible without it getting completely off track. I just hope that I was able to do it correctly lol. Anyways thank y'all so much for reading my fics for EngIta week, I had so much fun while doing this and I hope y'all had just as much fun as I did!!! Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's the final prompt @engitaweek2022!!! Thank you for letting me submit my writing!!!!*

[twstgabrielle]

EngIta Week 2022

Day 7: Music

Warning: Smoking, depression, somewhat unhealthy coping, alcohol, breakups, basically no happy ending, all around major feels town. (I'm so sorry-)

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I don't want a friend (just me)~ I want my life in two (my life in two)~ Just one more night~ Waiting to get there~ Waiting for you (all night)~ I'm done fighting all night (waiting for you)~

The low neon lights flashed through the club, illuminating the party goers who resided inside. Tables filled with alcohol, cigarettes and other things sat in the pits where partying guests could take a break. Sitting at a table alone in the corner of the club was a handsome young man. His eyes were half lided, disinterested in the things going on around him. In front of him sat a glass of a half empty martini. An ash tray full of butts and ashes sat by his hand, awaiting for him to put in yet another butt of a smoked cigarette. It wasn't often that he was here in a shady club, smoking cigarettes and drinking. But tonight was one of those nights. Where his head would be filled with harsh whispers and poisonous words hissed. Where his mind would replay memories of a different time, a happier time when everything wasn't so fucked up. The man took a drag of his cigarette, the nicotine and smoke filling his lungs with a burning pleasure.

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark~ Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms~ You have made up your mind~ I don't need no more signs~ Can you?~ Can you?~

As the burning filled him, he began to think. To drift back to a time that he desperately tried not to dwell on. Yet as always on nights like these, the memories slowly creeped in. The sounds of a shy laugh and a warm smile. Bright, brilliant green eyes that held the galaxy in them. Pale skin that shimmered in the pale moonlight in their shared bedroom. A gentle phantom touch that felt all too real. He scoffed, his chest tight and raw. It was painful thinking about how those memories haunted him. Then again anything involving these memories was always somewhat haunting. Like an unknown disease that slowly consumed you, leaving you with nothing but the echoes of something that once was. But the worst part of it was that he himself was responsible for the dull ache that seemed to follow him now.

After all it was him, Feliciano Vargas that ended up breaking Arthur Kirkland's heart.

It'd been a moment of weakness. An error that he didn't realize he was committing until he had already lost it all. Arthur and him had been together for a long time, the two of them having met at a club when they were in college. It was attraction at first sight but after meeting one another a few more times and getting to know one another it quickly became something so much more. Two young fools who recklessly jumped into a relationship without thinking it through. But at the time it hadn't mattered to them, as long as they had each other it was enough. Then one day Feli woke up and just.....stopped loving Arthur. No longer did he feel that rush he always felt, no longer did he feel that excitement, the passion and sparks that were there in the beginning. So he'd begun to distant himself, staying out late and not going out with Arthur much. For months it went on like this, with Arthur trying to remain patient and welcoming while Feliciano completely drifted away from him. But like most people Arthur had reached his breaking point. He could still remember that fight they'd had that night, the harsh and cutting words that were thrown at each other.

Until it had finally died when Feliciano said those two little words. The two little words that would at the time unknowingly ruin the Italian man.

"It's over."

He could still remember the look on Arthur's face. The pain in his eyes as the words fully processed. The tears and the heart broken expression he'd had before his face had become like stone. Arthur hadn't begged him to stay, to fight for them. Instead the Englishman just looked at him, his bright green eyes now dull and unrecognizable before going to their bedroom. It wasn't long before he'd came back downstairs, a small bag full of his essentials on his shoulder. Without even sparing Feli a glance Arthur had left the house, the only sign of him falling apart being the silent tears that flowed down his face. At the time Feliciano had no idea the mistake he'd made. Had no clue of just how much Arthur still meant to him. That he still loved him and was just too blind and foolish to see. But now after two years of separation between them and being haunted by his actions and trying to mend the heart he'd unknowingly torn to shreds Feli now knew the truth.

He had never stopped loving Arthur. And for these past two years that fact remained. It was only when he was finally gone that Feliciano realized just how much he truly loved him. Arthur Kirkland had become the one that got away, the one that Feliciano Vargas now knew was his one and only. The one that he could ever be with and ever want to be with. Feliciano gripped his now finished cigarette tightly, the memories slowly eating him from the inside out. His eyes burned as he felt the beginning of tears gather in them. The club seemed completely oblivious to the man who was falling apart at his table. Surrounded by the echoes of his past mistakes and his hallow memories.

Wiping at his eyes to stop the tears Feli grabbed his glass and tossed it back, practically inhaling the alcoholic beverage. Nearly slamming the glass down on the table he grabbed a few bills from his wallet and tossed them onto the table. Standing up he made his way towards the dancefloor, desperate to run away from the ghosts that plagued him. The loud bass of the speakers vibrated the floor, hot sweaty bodies pressed up against each other as they danced to the music. Feli eased himself in, joining the sea of people to try and forget because that was all he could really do at this point. As he swayed to the beat, getting lost amongst the bodies that surrounded him, his gaze caught sight of a familiar figure. Pale skin that glowed under the neon lights, messy golden blonde hair, and brilliant green hues.

It was Arthur.

Feliciano felt as if the world stopped, his blood freezing in his veins and his face paling as he stared at the face he'd never forget. The face that haunted him for two years, the face he hadn't seen since that night when he'd ruined everything. Feli sucked in a wheezing breath, suddenly feeling as if he was suffocating. Arthur hadn't seen him, instead he was dancing with someone. His body moved along with the stranger, pressing against him as they danced. It made Feliciano's blood boil seeing the sight. Even if he had no right to feel that way, it still showed its ugly head. He'd been staring for so long that it'd caught Arthur's attention. The Englishman turned his attention towards the prying eyes and stiffened when he saw Feli. It was as if someone had pulled a gun out and shot him, his already pale face going even paler. The two stared at the other, seemingly lost at what they should do.

Give me reasons we should be complete~ You should be with him, I can't compete~ You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well~ Can't you see? (Can't you see?)~ I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance)~ In the dark~ Dark~!

After a moment of a tense stare down Arthur's attention was taken away from him by his dance partner. The man was holding onto Arthur's shoulder, a concerned look on his face as he seemed to lean down and speak with the short Brit. The Italian could only watch, the pain that had been tormenting the entire night becoming suddenly unbearable. The man held Arthur with such a tenderness, as if he was familiar with him. It made him feel like his heart was torn from his chest as he realized that Arthur may have moved on. Moved on to someone far better than Feliciano, to someone who wasn't as blind as he had been. And even though Feli wanted to scream and cry and beg for Arthur's forgiveness, he knew deep down that he didn't deserve it. Not after the way he'd treated him, not after shattering him and his fragile heart.

When you gotta run~ Just hear my voice in you (my voice in you)~ Shutting me out of you (shutting me out of you)~ Doing so great (so great, so great)~ You~ Used to be the one (used to be the one)~ To hold you when you fall~ Yeah, yeah, yeah (when you fall, when you fall)~ I don't fuck with your tone (I don't fuck with your tone)~ I don't wanna go home (I don't wanna go home)~ Can it be one night?~ Can you?~ Can you?~

There had been a time when Feliciano would have been the one in the stranger's position. A time when he would be the one who would comfort Arthur and hold him. A time when he had had Arthur by his side. But that time was no longer around. No in its place was the present moment and the bitter sting of seeing the one he loved seemingly moved on. The other man had wrapped an arm around Arthur, giving Feliciano more of a view of him. The man was taller than Arthur, with wheat blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A pair of glasses sat on his tanned face making him have a boyish like charm to him. Arthur had turned his head towards his partner, speaking into his ear. The man's blue hues then snapped towards Feliciano. A dawning look of realization came onto his face before he quickly but gently moved him and Arthur further away from Feliciano.

It became very clear that the man was most likely Arthur's newest boyfriend by the way he had acted at that moment. And it hurt so badly seeing it. But he couldn't blame Arthur, the Englishman had found someone who obviously treated him better than Feli had. And that alone was enough for the Italian. Not wanting to be on the dancefloor Feli made his way off of it. Once he was out of the sea of people he made his way towards the exit of the club. Stepping out into the chilly air Feliciano began to walk away from the club, leaving his heart behind him with every step. Life was a cruel mistress at times, leaving you broken and laying in a pit of despair and agony. It was a somewhat bitter joke for Feliciano. To realize too late that the one he had wanted and loved had moved on. He could still see the look on Arthur's face, the pain and the tension he had when they'd made eye contact. It was clear that although Arthur had moved on, the old wounds that were exchanged that night still lingered. Still stung him just as much as it did for Feliciano. But unlike Feli he'd forced himself forward. While Feliciano was stuck in the whispers of the past.

Give me reasons we should be complete~ You should be with him, I can't compete~ You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well~ Can't you see?~ I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance)~ In the dark~ Dark~ In the dark~ Dark~!!

Perhaps in another life, he and Arthur had stayed together. Perhaps in another timeline they'd managed to avoid that fight. Perhaps another version of him wasn't as blind as he had been. Feliciano didn't know and he didn't dwell on it. It was already one of those nights and after the events he'd just been through he no longer wanted to be thinking about it. As he made his way home, his heart seemed to sing a heartbroken melody. A bitter and broken song at the world. The Italian was forever stuck in this loop, now forever dancing on his own. With no music or Arthur in sight.

All that reminded was him and his lonely, slow dancing in the dark.

*...........what have I done?????? To be honest I didn't mean to make this this sad. I was listening to Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji and it got my brain going and with the prompt being music it just went from there. I highly recommend listening to the song to get the vibe I had while writing this. This fic is basically a lyric inspired piece. Since the prompt was music I decided to do this with it. I apologize in advance for the sad ending, it just seemed fitting for the music vibe I was trying to go for. And I also apologize for Feliciano for being OOC, but I wanted to go with him as the main POV. I personally don't see a lot of fics involving Feli being the one who messes up in the world of relationships. It's usually Arthur who's the one who screws up so I decided to switch it up. Also yes the person who's with Arthur is Alfred, whether it's platonic or romantic is up to the reader to decide. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's the seventh prompt @engitaweek2022!!*

[twstgabrielle]

EngIta Week 2022

Day 4: Fantasy/Mythical Creatures

Warning: Other than inaccurate descriptions of witch hunters there's really nothing. Unless you count being super mushy and soft.

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The dark streets of Venice were quiet save for the occasional muffled sound of music and people from nearby restaurants. The dark night sky was decorated with shining stars and a bright full moon as a small shape went strolling down the streets. The small form was that of a cat with strange curl and closed eyes. The feline made its way down the stone streets, sticking close to the waterways. It paid no mind to the restaurants it passed nor the people who were out this late at night. It had only one goal in mind and it refused to be deterred from it. Disappearing from the streetlights the white and brown feline continued on towards its destination, passing by many things until it finally started to reach the outskirts of Venice.

The cat let out a small meow of joy and began to walk faster than it did while in the city. After a few minutes of walking through the tall grass and being guided by the pale moonlight it finally reached its destination. There sitting before him was a house. The small little place had a large garden on the side of it, its brick walls covered in vines and flowers. Magic seemed to cover the place from prying eyes, like a curtain hiding it from the world. The windows were lit up with lights from the inside, and a lone figure passed by one of them. The feline let out a loud meow and practically ran towards the house. Reaching its old, oak door the small animal began to scratch at it, meowing as loudly as it could.

The sounds of footsteps approaching the front door could be heard inside before the large door opened up. Warm light poured onto the doorstep illuminating the small feline's body and the person's body.

"Ah, you're here! I was starting to worry about you, come inside you silly little thing. You'll get sick if you remain outside."

The person, a man said his tone short and welcoming. The cat let out a happy meow and quickly made its way inside. Once in the man shut the door and locked it. The inside of the house was full of different plants and old books as well as other little trinkets. A large fireplace sat in the living room and the kitchen was full of all sorts of books and pans and other things. The man made his way towards there giving the cat a look.

"It's a good thing you came back home at the time you did. I was just about to make dinner."

The man said his British accent coming through. The Brit went towards the kitchen island were a large cookbook already sat there waiting to be used as well as the ingredients. The man went to get started on chopping the vegetables, not bothering to look back at the feline he'd let inside his home. As he cut through the carrots and celery he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

"Ve~ I'm glad that I made it home then. I love helping you with dinner mi amore~"

A smooth, affectionate Italian voice spoke into his ear. The man shivered at the close proximity.

"Well.....yes it really was a good thing.....considering that I enjoy it as well...."

The man mumbled his pale cheeks turning a lovely rose color. The other man felt a smile come onto his face as he hugged the smaller man closer to him.

"You're really are too sweet for your own good Arthur. Makes me want to kiss you."

The Italian cooed as he began to nuzzle the other man, Arthur's neck. Arthur stiffened at the affection, his face turning darker as he tried to find a response.

"Oi, you can't just blurt things out like that-! It's distracting, I'm trying to cut the vegetables- FELI-!"

Arthur yelped as he felt the man behind him, Feli trail kisses on his neck. Feli seemed to not care too much enjoying the flustered reaction of his treasure.

"Feliciano Vargas so help me, if you don't cut it out now I'll hex you!"

Arthur said trying to sound stern but it was clear that the affection that he was receiving was making him melt. Feliciano gave another small kiss on his neck before finally letting him go.

"Alright you win mi tereso. I'll let you finish what you were doing."

Feli said leaning against the counter. Arthur seemed to flounder a bit before pulling himself together. With a small half hearted glare the Englishman continued to do his original task. As Arthur cut Feliciano began to watch him, obversing him. The warm yellow lights of the kitchen shined down on him, making his blonde hair look golden. Beautiful green eyes honed in on his hands, keeping a focused look on his cutting. Smooth ivory skin stretched over thin yet sturdy muscle and a sharp yet gentle face, decorated with light freckles. Thin hands worked diligently on their task, seemingly moving on their own. Feliciano couldn't help but get lost in the sight before him. Even after centuries of being with this man, the sight of him always took his breath away.

Feliciano could still remember the first time he'd ever met Arthur. The memory crystal clear despite it having been so long. It'd been during the medieval times of Italy and England. A time when people like him and Arthur were hunted for sport or burned at the stake. After all witches and mages and anything unnatural were condemned for being born that way. Feliciano had been caught by these witch hunters, forced into a small cage and left to wait in fear of his fate and impending death. The Italian was to be burned at the stake in a few days, having been found guilty of performing witchcraft. When in reality the young man was only a shapeshifter of sorts, a familiar with no witch counterpart. Feliciano had been so scared, stuck in his feline body and at the mercy of those who captured him. He was so sure he was going to die that day when a miracle had happened. The group of witch hunters had been attacked, destroyed by a small coven of witches and mages. And the leader of that coven was Arthur.

The Englishman had been one of the few magic users who refused to let their fellow witches and mages suffer. He along with several others had raided different witch hunting groups and set free those who had been caught by them. And it was during one of his raids that Feliciano had first laid eyes on him. He still remembered how awed he was by the mage, his green eyes fierce and full of magic and power. His dark forest green cloak blowing behind him in the wind, making him look even more rugged and otherworldly than he already was. Arthur hadn't wasted any time as he'd let Feliciano out of his small prison, allowing him to return to his human form. Gentle yet firm hands began to look over him for possible injuries.

"Are you alright lad? Did they hurt you?"

Arthur had asked concerned for the younger man's well being. Feliciano looked up at him and felt his heart skip at the sight before him. The sudden need to be with this wild and untamed mage with the kind green eyes began to overwhelm him and at that moment Feli had realized that he'd found him. He'd finally found the counterpart to his familiar magic.

"Tereso I will follow you till the end of time. This I swear."

Feliciano had said, sincere and not even bothering to answer Arthur's questions. The Italian was going to do whatever it took to keep this mage safe, even if it meant dying for him. Arthur had been baffled by him and at the beginning wasn't very nice to him. But as they went through their years together and had gotten to know one another Arthur had slowly but surely began to accept his companionship. And it wasn't long before the mage and the familiar ended up in an area that was less than platonic. For centuries afterwards they remained by each other's sides, and fell deeper and deeper in love with each other. The flames that burned within them refusing to die even after all those years.

"Oi, why are you staring at me like that?"

Arthur's voice called Feli back from his reminiscing. The Italian blinked and looked at Arthur seeing the concerned look on his face, his cutting all but forgotten. Feliciano gave him a small loving smile, touched by the concern even after all these years. Pushing himself from the counter Feli went to stand in front of Arthur, somewhat trapping the shorter man between him and the island. Arthur blushed lightly confusion in his eyes.

"Forgive me mi amore, I just got caught up in the beautiful sight that is you."

Feliciano said his voice smooth and low. Arthur sucked in a sharp breath his face once again turning red.

"Shush you smooth talker."

Arthur said his voice a bit flustered making Feli's smile grow. The Italian cupped one of Arthur's pale cheeks and caressed it gently.

"I only speak the truth. You are the most beautiful sight I've ever laid eyes on. Every time I look at you, from the moment I'd first laid eyes on you, I've fallen in love with you over and over again."

Feliciano said his face leaning in towards the shorter man. Arthur's face filled with a small look of affection and longing, his nose barely touching Feliciano's.

"You are the most sappest man I'd ever met. Yet I too feel the same way and I'll continue to fall in love with you till the end of time and even beyond."

Arthur said softly, shy and sincere. Feli felt his heart race at the words, love and affection welling up inside him. A feeling that would forever belong to Arthur Kirkland and to Arthur alone. Feliciano leaned in and Arthur went to meet him, their lips meeting in a loving kiss. The Italian sighed softly into it, pulling Arthur closer to him. Arthur's arms came to wrap around Feliciano's shoulders, melting into the kiss. It was magical, it was addictive to kiss the mage in his arms. Centuries of kisses shared between them and Feli could never get enough of them. The two continued with their kiss before finally pulling apart from each other breathless. Feliciano felt his breath catch at the sight before him. Arthur's lips were slightly red, his eyes dark and full of longing and love for him. His freckled cheeks a beautiful ruby hue that was only meant for him. The sight made Feli breathless, it made him want to keep the mage all to himself in every way possible. Before Feliciano could even think it through his heart spoke for him.

"Marry me."

Feliciano breathed making Arthur go wide eyed.

"W-what?"

The mage said his tone soft and shocked. Feli gazed at him, his amber eyes honest and full of determination.

"Marry me. I love you Arthur Kirkland, I have loved you for centuries and I will love you forever and always. I want to have you in every way that a man could possibly have the one they love. So please......marry me."

The Italian said his tone soft and full of devotion. The Englishman stared at him, his gaze filling with tears and overwhelming love for the man in front of him. Letting out a wet laugh Arthur pulled Feliciano back into him.

"You're crazy, absolutely off your rocker. Bloody hell yes, I'll marry you you absolute insane yet sweet man you."

Arthur said choking slightly through his happy tears. The Englishman let out a gasp as Feliciano picked him up and twirled them around, kissing every part of him that he could. Arthur let out a small laugh at the kisses before grabbing his cheeks and pulling him into a proper one. Feliciano kissed him back his heart full and his entire being singing with unbridled love and affection. He was going to marry the man who held his heart. Marry the mage who saved him all those years ago and who stuck with him for better or worse. Arthur Kirkland was his completely.

The mage and familiar remained like this, forgetting about dinner completely and getting lost in one another. They'd always be with one another till the end of time, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

*Fluff makes the brain go bleh shshshdh. I surprisingly had a somewhat difficult time with this one considering that the one story I've got going on involving fantasy is still ongoing and I lowkey don't wanna put all of my possibly good ideas out yet lol. So I went with a Mage Arthur and his Familiar Feli. There wasn't much magic in this other than the magic of love and sappiness shsgsdehdhs. I apologize if this sucks lol. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's prompt four @engitaweek2022!!!*

[twstgabrielle]

EngIta Week 2022

Day 1: Fears

Warning: Major character death and blood. But it's not forever I promise.

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Warmth.

There's so much warmth. It reminded him of a peaceful spring day, his favorite kind of days. A vast green meadow surrounded him, a gentle spring breeze blowing through his auburn hair. Behind him a familiar house sat in the distance. It was a house that he hadn't seen in centuries.

'I know this place.....'

Feliciano turned around in his spot searching for the familiar person that he was desperate to see. Gazing around he caught sight of another figure in the distance. A familiar shorter frame, bright, messy blonde hair and warm green eyes stared back at him. A small shy smile on a lightly freckled face. Feliciano felt his heart pick up as a smile came across his face.

"Arthur...!"

The Italian called out to the other nation, waving enthusiastically at him. Arthur stared at him, still wearing that same shy smile yet he did not wave back nor did he come any closer. Feli not liking this began to head towards him, to feel him in his arms again. Only.....every time Feli drew closer to him, Arthur seemed to pull away. The Italian nation felt a small sense of unease set in as he felt himself break into a jog to try and catch up to Arthur.

"Arthuro! Wait for me-!"

Feli called out his voice being drowned out by the wind. Further and further he ran after Arthur, never able to touch him. The British nation was always so close yet always out of reach. The younger nation felt his heart race as the sense of unease grew larger. A deep rooted need to get to Arthur began to consume him. Arthur continued to move ahead of him, not seemly bothered by the distance between them.

"Please Arthur-! Wait for me amore! Don't leave me behind-!"

Feliciano said before he tripped over his own two feet, his body hitting the ground harshly. The Italian hissed in pain before snapping his head up to try and catch a glimpse of Arthur. Feli felt his stomach drop as the sight of the sudden empty meadow greeted him. Arthur was gone, seemly having disappeared into thin air. Blood began to pound in his ears as he forced himself to his feet, his amber gaze searching frantically. Yet no sign of the familiar Englishman was seen.

"Arthur?!? Arthur where are you?!? Please answer me!! Don't leave me all alone!!"

Feliciano shouted out as he began to run into a full on sprint. He needed to find Arthur before it was too late. The meadow around him began to grow dark the longer he ran. Its once vibrant grass and flowers becoming dead and brittle. The warmth he'd once felt began to become cold and biting. Yet he persisted onwards refusing to leave Arthur alone. The Italian finally found the Englishman however......

"ARTHUR!!"

He screamed his eyes burning at the sudden tears that threatened to fall. There laying amongst a battlefield of bodies was his beloved Arthur. The Englishman's body was curled up in an awkward position, his once bright lively eyes, now a dull grey color. Blood stained his clothes and weapons and hair, making the sight of him even more horrific. Feliciano's body moved on its own, not caring if he had to step over the soliders who'd fallen. All he cared about was getting to Arthur. He needed Arthur to be okay.

'Please....! Whoever is out there listening please....! Not him.....anyone but him.....!'

The Italian nation pleaded to any deity that was listening. After an eternity of stumbling over the dirt, soliders and discarded weapons he finally got to Arthur. The English nation didn't move as his lover came up beside him. Feliciano felt his throat tighten and his heart shatter as his worst fears were confirmed.

Arthur, his sweet and fierce Arthur was gone.

Feli's legs gave out from under him, causing him to collapse beside Arthur. Fresh stinging tears burned at his eyes and overflowed onto his cheeks. With trembling hands the younger nation reached out to cup one of Arthur's cheeks. Cold met his warmth and brought forth more bitter and broken tears. Feliciano gently gathered his lover into his arms, laying his head into his shoulder. Cradling him close Feli let out a broken wail as the reality hit him. Burying his face into Arthur's hair Feliciano wept and sobbed. His heart shattering even more as he clung to the once strong and warm nation.

"Arthur.....Arthur mi amore please come back don't leave me alone......I can't do this without you......"

Feli begged receiving no reply. Instead all he received was the cruel silence of the dead. With stuttering breaths Feliciano kissed Arthur's head, praying for a miracle that wouldn't appear. Arthur was gone, no longer would he have his sweet shy smiles directed at him. No longer would he have his stern yet gentle scoldings whenever he'd done something silly or foolish, no longer would he hear his laughter or see his adorable pouts.

No longer would he hear those three words whispered to him in their most intimate moments.

Choking on his tears Feli rocked the two of them back and forth, drowning in his own grief. Once again he'd failed to protect the one he loved, once again he was left completely and utterly alone in this world. Forced to continue living while his heart was no longer with it.

'First Holy Rome......and now you......forgive me Arthur please forgive me for not being able to keep you safe. Amore mio, mia cara, ti amo per favore non lasciarmi solo.....'

Feliciano was alone and broken and there was nothing he could do.

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A sharp gasp and Feliciano flung up in his bed. His eyes wide and filled with tears and fear. Shaking slightly he ran a hand through his hair, biting his fist as he bit back his sobs. A small whimper came from him, causing the other body in the bed to groan sleepy. Feli's eyes snapped towards the other side of his bed as his beloved Arthur awoken. Sleepy green eyes blinked at him as he rubbed at one of them.

"Feli.....? What's going on you alright luv.....?"

Arthur asked his voice soft and full of sleep. Feliciano began to shake some more as he took in the sight of Arthur alive and well next to him. The Brit was completely fine, his skin and clothes clean of any blood. Arthur was okay, his love was still there with him. Feli let out a choked sob making Arthur become more awake instantly at the sound.

"Feli, love what's wrong? Poppet you're crying...."

Arthur said his voice soft and full of concern. The Englishman barely had a chance to prepare himself before he was tackled by a sobbing Italian. Stiffening for only a moment Arthur quickly relaxed and hugged his boyfriend tightly. He had no idea what was going on but he knew that Feli was shaken up and he was determined to make it better.

"It's alright my darling. It's going to be alright, I'm here. I've got you love."

Arthur spoke soothingly, rubbing gentle circles on Feliciano's back. The younger nation just clung to him, his ear pressed up against the older nation's chest. The steady, gentle sound of Arthur's heartbeat filled Feliciano's ears. Showing him proof that his treasure was alive and with him. That his precious Arthur wasn't on a battlefield somewhere dying or dead. That Feli wasn't alone again. The Italian clung to him tightly not wanting to let him go. The two stayed like this for a beat before the silence was broken by Feli.

"I love you Arthuro, mi tesoro. If anything happened to you......it'd break my heart.....please.....please don't leave me Arthur....."

Feliciano begged his voice thick and full of a fragility. Arthur gave his lover a stunned look before his gaze softened in understanding. Leaning down he placed a loving kiss on Feliciano's head.

"I could never leave you darling.....you're my heart and soul. To leave you would be a pain that I could not bare.....I love you too much to leave you alone."

Arthur said squeezing the Italian gently. Feli gave a whimpering sniffle, more eased now that he heard that his feelings were mutual. Arthur gently manoeuvred them back into the bed to lay down. Keeping Feliciano's head over his chest above his heart, the older nation began to run his fingers through the other man's hair. Arthur began to hum a soft lullaby as he did the soothing action making Feli relax at the combination. Closing his eyes he listened to the sound of Arthur's gentle heartbeat and his soft and sweet humming. A feeling of ease and love filled him as he slowly began to fall back asleep. Arthur wouldn't leave him and he wouldn't leave Arthur and at that moment it was enough.

*This is my first time writing for a prompt week so I'm pretty excited!! Our first prompt was Fears and I'd decided to go with Feli given that he's a usually chipper guy. I think that his biggest fear would be being left alone. After losing someone like Holy Rome it'd make sense that he'd have a fear of losing his loved ones and being left behind. So I wrote this small piece with that idea in mind. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's my first submission @engitaweek2022!*

[twstgabrielle]

Got tomorrow's prompt for EngIta week written up. I'm returning to work tomorrow so I'll just post it sometime throughout the day since I'll be busy.

I'll try to get the other two prompts done either tomorrow or the day of if I've got the time. But if not then I don't know if I'll be able to write for the last two prompts. So! In case that happens I just wanted to let y'all know that I enjoyed doing this and writing for this pairing! It's been so much fun and I'm so happy that I was told about this event so I could take part in it!!!!

Thank y'all so much for reading my works for EngIta Week and for liking them and reblogging them. It means the world to me and I'd love to do this again sometime with these guys or any other pairing!!!! Hope y'all had as much fun and enjoyment with these fics as much as I have!!!!! Love y'all lots and thank you again!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

-Gabrielle the rambling writer

[misteria247]

Second prompt for EngIta week 2022!!!!

EngIta Week 2022

Day 2: Fashion

Warning: Arthur and Lovino's mouth, my boys likes to swear. As well as possibly incorrect fashion designer things.

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Being a fashion designer was no cake walk Arthur had come to learn. Ridiculous hours and having bosses who would completely toss your projects if they deemed them not up to stuff. Running yourself into the ground and if you weren't lucky, you sometimes got stuck with a stingy boss who would make up every excuse in the book to not pay you what you deserved. Yes being a fashion designer, especially a struggling one was no easy feat. It was a vicious cycle that Arthur had found himself in. For the past few years he'd been struggling, desperately trying to make a name for himself despite everything in the world seemly trying to make it impossible. The grumpy man had been stuck in this situation for quite sometime and it was slowly wearing him down. From putting his blood, sweat and tears into his works only to have his insane boss completely scrap the projects. However Arthur still held on despite being at his limit, desperately holding onto the hope that his efforts would finally bare fruit at some point.

And today it seemed as if his prayers were heard.

The company that Arthur was working for was finally getting some attention. But not just any kind of attention oh no. They were getting attention from agencies that specialized in models who displayed newest fashion trends and clothing. Vargas Modeling/Fashion agency was one of these parties that were interested. They were known for making the newest trends and making small time fashion designers become big. And Arthur Kirkland was determined to try and make a good impression on these people. The Englishman looked through his sketchbook of designs making sure he had everything that he needed as he sat at his work station. Bright and elegant drawings greeted him, full of future designs and clothes that he had been working on over the years. Having counted the papers and seeing that they were all there he let out a small sigh of relief. With gentle hands he placed the book down on his desk before going to grab his scissors and beginning his design for the day.

The sounds of the fabric being cut and placed on his mannequin were soothing to him. A pin cushion was strapped to his wrist and a needle was placed in his mouth as he worked, getting lost in it. Even when his job was utterly ridiculous he wouldn't trade the making of his designs for anything. Seeing his once mere ideas coming to life made him feel a sense of happiness. Knowing that he could create something out of pieces of cloth and thread was addictive in a way. Arthur was so focused on his task that he nearly stabbed himself in the hand with his needle when the office door burst open. Standing at the door was his boss, a short older man who was extremely unpleasant. Mr. Henderson was his name and he was one of most cheapest, stingiest people Arthur had ever had the displeasure of working for. The man seemed to glare at the room around him, taking in all of his underpaid workers with a sneer. With the sounds of his expensive shoes clicking on the hard floors Mr. Henderson stared at each worker's designs with a critical eye.

"You call this a dress? Pathetic I've seen dish rags with a better presentation."

Mr. Henderson said to one person, a Hungarian woman named Elizaveta. The young woman seemed to glare at the old man, her bright green eyes full of barely hidden restraint.

"Of course Mr. Henderson, I'll do better next time."

Elizaveta said her tone sickeningly sweet. Mr. Henderson just grunted not seeming too interested nor concerned about whether or not he'd upset her. Once Mr. Henderson moved away from her Arthur glanced over at her with a small look. The Hungarian looked back at him seemingly understanding what he was trying to do and gave him a small nod and a tight smile. Mr. Henderson continued on his rampage, saying nasty things to each and every worker. Arthur bit back the urge to snap at his boss, no matter how much he wanted to. All to soon it was Arthur's turn at being in Mr. Henderson's sights. Cold eyes stared at Arthur's piece. The Englishman had been working on a suit, the coat being a nice warm red color with a cream colored shirt underneath it. It was still within its beginning stages having been barely pieced together. Mr. Henderson gave this coat and shirt a burning look, his eyes full of disgust.

"You call this a suit Mr. Kirkland? This looks like it belongs in a circus! Honestly after being here for two years one would think that you would have learned a thing or two! Throw it away and try again!"

Mr. Henderson snarled before moving on. Arthur felt his hands shake with barely contained anger and frustration. It was like this every time Arthur's turn came up. It was almost as if the old man was personally out to get him. Mr. Henderson returned back to the entranceway of the work room, a disappointed look on his face.

"I honestly can't believe none of you have managed to come up with something better than these pathetic excuses you dare to call clothing! The Vargas Modeling/Fashion Agency will be here anytime this week and this is all you have to offer them??? Inexcusable and unacceptable! If I don't see any improvements by the time the agency gets here I will personally fire each and every one of you in this room."

Mr. Henderson thundered before disappearing from the room. The workers stared at the door in disbelief before harsh, panicked whispers broke out.

"He doesn't mean that does he? Surely he's joking!"

A Spaniard named Antonio said unable to believe what he'd just heard.

"Mr. Henderson can't do this isn't it illegal???"

Another worker a Taiwanese woman named Mei said looking downright furious at the audacity their boss had. Other voices continued to talk amongst themselves, some of them disbelieving and others ready to just call it quits. Arthur just stared at the door, his whole body frozen as he tried to get himself back to together. The Englishman and his fellow workers were snapped out of it by Elizaveta who quickly brought order to the impending chaos.

"Enough! We will worry about this when we cross that bridge! Right now we have to do our best and show that old jerk that we are more than capable of making wonderful things! Now let's get back to work!"

She said scanning the room with a stern look. Shortly after the people began to go back to their designs, though their hearts weren't as into it as before. Mr. Henderson's words and threats had made them none too enthusiastic to continue. Yet in this world were jobs were necessary they really didn't have much of a choice but to suck it up until a better opportunity presented itself. Arthur stared at the coat he was working on, it's warm red color now looking somewhat small and not as good as he'd first thought. The British gentleman gripped his fabrics tightly, wanting nothing more than to scream when a familiar hand grabbed his arm gently.

"If it's any consolation, I think your suit coat and shirt are absolutely wonderful Arthur."

Elizaveta said her tone sincere. Arthur gave the Hungarian a small look before sighing softly.

"Thank you Elizaveta. I think your dress is rather lovely as well. That old git doesn't understand talent when he sees it."

Arthur said making Elizaveta smile.

"If that's the case then it applies to your work as well."

She said sweetly. Arthur just turned away not really in the mood to argue on it. Elizaveta gave Arthur a gentle squeeze before going back to her work station and continuing on her dress. The Brit took a deep breath and began his own work, wanting nothing more than to take his coat and shirt and go home.

'Just a little bit longer Arthur old boy, soon you'll get out of here.'

~~~~~

Arthur ran through the busy sidewalk, trying desperately to get to his destination. Pushing past the people without straight up shoving them over. It'd been a few days since the unpleasant meeting with Mr. Henderson and the Englishman had been working non stop on his new project as well as the project that he'd been told to get rid of. Days of nothing but working overtime and desperately trying to get it done and ready to present it to the agency. Days of sleeping barely at all and working himself to the bone. All in the hopes that he would be able to wow the agency and finally get away from the place he was stuck in.

Only to completely mess it up by sleeping in due to his alarm not going off.

"Fucking hell of all the bloody days for me to cock up!"

Arthur hissed under his breath furious with himself. This was possibly his one chance and he was going to screw it all up. The Brit was so busy scolding and berating himself for his carelessness that he didn't notice the man stepping out into his path. Arthur collided with another person, their bodies tumbling onto the cold sidewalk due to the momentum of Arthur's running. The papers that were safely in his sketchbook went flying, scattering around them. The Brit sat up with a pained groan, trying to ignore the pain of his body.

"Ah-! I'm so sorry sir! I wasn't watching were I was going! Here let me help you-"

A voice thick with an Italian accent said. Arthur blinked and turned his attention towards the voice to see that it was the other man who he'd ran into. Bright auburn hair and a strange curl covered a handsome tanned face. Amber hues full of worry stared at him, seemingly unconcerned about his own tumble onto the pavement. He looked a few years younger than Arthur, and he was the most attractive man he'd ever seen.

'Bloody hell he's like a model.....'

Arthur thought stupidly. The Italian man waved a hand in front of his face, making Arthur snap out of his stupor.

"Oh Dio are you alright? You don't have a concussion do you?? You did hit the sidewalk pretty hard.."

The man said his tone filling with more concern. Arthur felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment and quickly retorted.

"No-! No I'm fine I'm the one who should be apologizing, I was the one running!"

Arthur said mortified by his behavior. He felt like an awkward teenager instead of a grown man who was twenty three. The man gave him another look obviously not believing him. Arthur didn't pay him any mind though, scrambling at picking up his sketches and designs. He refused to make eye contact with the handsome stranger. Just as he went to reach out and pick up another sketch a tanned hand beat him to it. Arthur's eyes snapped to the other man who was now offering a smile as he handed it to him.

"Here let me help you, it's the least I can do for not paying attention."

He said with a closed eyed smile. Arthur felt his already red cheeks burn more, his brain short circuiting at the smile.

"Lord have mercy he's even more attractive when he smiles."

Arthur thought only to hear a chiming laugh near him. The man was now looking at him amused.

"Ve, so I'm more attractive when I smile si? Well grazie bella."

The man said giving him a small smirk. Arthur felt his embarrassment go up when he realized that he'd actually said it out loud.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry, I didn't realize that I'd said it out loud! For fuck sake what's wrong with me???"

Arthur said nervous and mortified by his actions. The Italian just watched him, slightly taken with this scrambled man in front of him.

"It's alright bella, I don't mind if it's from you. In fact I find it rather flattering that you think so highly of my smile. Would you perhaps like to join me for a morning coff-"

The man began to ask only to be cut off by a loud swear from Arthur. The Brit had remembered that he was running late and was already getting back onto his feet, clutching his messy sketchbook to his chest.

"Fucking hell-! I'm late I've got to go! I'm sorry mate!"

Arthur said already running again to try and get to work. The Italian let out a startled noise and shouted out to him as he himself got to his feet. But Arthur was too far away at this point to hear him, instead running full speed down the sidewalk and disappearing into the crowd. Leaving the handsome man behind on the pavement.

~~~~~

Mr. Henderson was not happy.

In fact he was furious.

The short and stout man was bright red in the face, invisible steam coming off of him as Arthur burst through the doors. He'd been extremely late unfortunately and his boss was laying into him in front of all his coworkers.

"TARDINESS IS UNACCEPTABLE! ESPECIALLY WHEN WE HAVE SUCH IMPORTANT CLIENTS COMING IN! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ARE THE MOST USELESS WORKER I'VE EVER HAD THE DISPLEASURE OF EMPLOYING-"

Mr. Henderson roared, his face slowly turning purple from how loud he was being. Arthur just stood in front of him, gritting his teeth and biting his tongue. The last thing the Brit needed was to lose his own short temper and lose any chance of getting his work noticed. Arthur noticed the pitying and sympathetic looks he was receiving from behind the boss's back as he got chewed out.

"IF I DIDN'T NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK I WOULD FIRE YOU THIS VERY MINUTE-!!"

Mr. Henderson shouted only to be interrupted by the shrill ringing of his cellphone. The man yanked it from his back pocket and nearly broke the poor thing with how harshly he opened it.

"WHAT?!?.........Oh I see........very well I'll be down."

Mr. Henderson said before slamming the cell closed.

"The Vargas Modeling/Fashion Agency is here. Get your ass to your work station and don't you dare embarrass me Mr. Kirkland. The rest of you get back to work!"

Mr. Henderson barked before storming out of the room to go and greet the Agency in the main entrance and check in desk. Arthur scurried to his work place trying to calm down the raging storm of emotion he was feeling. His hands shook and his stomach rolled with anxiety as he tried to get everything in order. He was just getting his sketchbook in order when he froze dead in place. Arthur's heart dropped as he realized that one of his designs was missing. He swore drawing the attention of Elizaveta and Antonio who were closer to him.

"Que? Is something wrong Arthuro?"

Antonio asked his light green eyes curious.

"Arthur is everything okay?"

Elizaveta asked concerned by Arthur's outburst. The Englishman looked up at the two, his dark green eyes filled with distress.

"My sketch! It's missing!"

Arthur said nearly panicked as he began to search his desk for the missing paper.

"Your sketch? How did you lose it you rarely let that book out of your sight!"

Antonio said dumbfounded by the information. Arthur losing something was almost unheard of around the studio.

"Are you sure it's missing? Where was the last place you'd seen it?"

Elizaveta asked trying to help her coworker out.

"I had it in my sketchbook! It was there this morning right before I-!"

Arthur began to explain before stopping dead in his sentence as he remembered the incident from earlier. The Englishman let out a loud groan and slammed his head against his desk startling his two coworkers.

"Arthur???"

Elizaveta asked sounding startled while Antonio just stared at him. Arthur let out a series of mumbles making the Hungarian and Spaniard exchange looks.

"Amigo we can't help you if we can't hear you."

Antonio said trying to get Arthur to speak up. The Brit lifted his head from his desk and spoke again.

"This morning I was running late and as I was trying to get to work I'd ran into someone. I must have lost it during the collision...."

Arthur groaned upset with himself for not getting his sketch. Today was just not his day.

"You ran into someone? Did you catch a name? Maybe you can get it after work today?"

Elizaveta asked making Arthur shake his head.

"No I didn't get his name. All I got out of him was his stupid face and his stupid attractive smile-"

Arthur began to grumble before Elizaveta stopped him.

"Attractive? Oh my so you ran into someone."

The woman said her tone sly. Antonio let out a small snicker and Arthur's head snapped up.

"No-! I mean yes-! I mean maybe-?!?! Bloody hell I don't know that's not what's important right now!"

Arthur sputtered his pale freckled cheeks slowly going red. Antonio let out a whistle while Elizaveta gave him a cheeky smile.

"Oh sure Arthur~"

Elizaveta said teasingly before growing somewhat serious. Placing a gentle hand on Arthur's back she gave a small comforting pat.

"I'm sure that you'll find your sketch Arthur. If nothing else I know that you'll make an even better one."

The Hungarian said earning a hum of agreement from the Spaniard. Arthur gave the two of them small thankful looks before dropping the conversation. As the trio went back to their tasks Arthur began to think of the man he ran into that morning. He thought of his warm amber hues and his dazzling smile and his smooth voice. The Italian was an absolute catch and Arthur still couldn't believe that he'd managed to interact with someone like that.

'Knock it off Kirkland, you can't get distracted by a handsome stranger. You've got to focus.'

His conscience said stern. The Englishman shook his head, causing his messy blonde hair to sway with the movement before focusing on the outfit in front of him. It was the suit that he'd first worked on only more complete. The Brit was just adding the last few details to it before he'd consider it finished. Arthur had just got the thread through his needle and was stitching the last of the design into the sleeve when the studio doors opened making him and his coworkers pause in their work.

"And here's where we make our designs and clothes. As you can see our fashion designers are hard at work to make only the best of the best."

Mr. Henderson said his voice sweet and full of fake pride. The sleazy man stepped further into the room, leading a small group of people into it. Arthur's gaze landed on them and quickly took notice of how fashionable and lovely they all were. A man with amethyst hues and dark brunette hair was in the front of the group. His face was pale and his chin had a small mole on it. A strange curl stuck out from his head and a pair of thin glasses sat on the bridge of his elegant nose. Beside him was another man with dark brown hair and tanned skin. He had hazel green eyes that were narrowed and a frown was firmly placed on his face. A strange curl also stuck out from his hair on the left side. Arthur felt his heart skip at the scary deja vu he suddenly had at the man's appearance. He looked scarily like the man he ran into that morning only more sour looking. The man's gaze turned towards Arthur having felt his staring. A nasty glare bore into his head making Arthur quickly look away. Finally catching sight of the third person who was with the group Arthur about dropped his needle and thread in shock.

Auburn hair with a curl on the right side of his head, tanned skin and a handsome smile. Bright amber eyes full of warmth and curiosity.

It was him.

It was the man from this morning.

Arthur felt his heart stop as he realized that the man he'd ran into, the man who he'd said had an attractive smile to his face, the man he'd left on the sidewalk in his haste to get to work was the man who was a representatives for the agency.

'Jesus Christ I fucked up so badly.'

The thought whispered in panic as Arthur tried to calm himself down. Mr. Henderson's voice drew his attention as they made their way around. The three representatives looked at the different clothes and designs each one having different reactions to them.

"Oh look how lovely this dress is! Don't you think so Roderich???"

A chipper Italian voice belonging to the handsome stranger said. The elegant man, Roderich looked at the dress and gave it a critical look.

"It's impressive. You're incredibly talented."

Roderich said his voice thick with an Austrian accent. The answering thank you was sweet and somewhat shy as Elizaveta took in the praise. It continued on like this with each of them praising different works and such. The angry looking Italian, who Arthur heard be called Lovino had taken a liking to Antonio's designs if the gruff it's alright said anything about it. Mr. Henderson let them look, obviously not agreeing with what they were saying.

"They have done a splendid job but they're still learning how to do the business. But a little practice will do them wonders."

Mr. Henderson said offering a fake smile. It made Arthur want to hurl his pin cushion at him.

"Ve, I really like this one. It's rather beautiful."

A voice said close to Arthur making the Englishman jump slightly. Turning to his side he met the amused gaze of the man who he ran into. The Italian was looking at him and his suit, a gentle hand holding one of the sleeves.

"I shouldn't be surprised though given that your sketch was just as wonderful."

The man praised making Arthur's face break out into a blush at the praise.

"I....uh thank you...Mr.....?"

Arthur said fumbling slightly with his thread. The man gave him a small smile and held out his hand.

"Vargas. Feliciano Vargas. Co-owner of the agency."

The man Feliciano said. Arthur slowly shook his hand, his throat dry.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Vargas."

He said politely trying to ease his racing heart. Feliciano gripped his hand and shook it. Mr. Henderson cleared his throat drawing Feliciano and Arthur's attention.

"Yes Mr. Kirkland here is one of our beginners here, a novice if you will."

Mr. Henderson said his tone professional and stiff. Arthur bristled at the man's tone hating him even more. Even when Arthur was praised the nasty man had to find some way to make it crummy. Feliciano gave Mr. Henderson a searching look not taking too kindly to it either. However he didn't say anything, in fact it was completely taken care of by his brother who from the moment they'd stepped in the place had been slowly getting more and more irritated.

"For fucks sake you're a cynical old bastard aren't you? You say these people are beginners but it's obvious that they're not. No beginners can make the things they can make."

Lovino snapped obviously fed up with the fakeness of it. Mr. Henderson blinked in shock his eyebrow twitching slightly.

"Oh? I didn't realize, my apologies Mr. Vargas-"

Mr. Henderson began before he was cut off.

"Honestly this is absolute bullshit. From the moment we've stepped into this dump it's been quite clear that your workers aren't happy and that pisses me off."

Lovino said his tone angry. Arthur could only watch as the other Vargas brother tore a new one into his boss not seeming to care. Mr. Henderson's fake niceness was slowly beginning to crack, his own voice becoming snippy and irritated. The workers watched in awe as their boss was put in his place, enjoying the view. Finally it all came to a head as Mr. Henderson exploded. After that the fight was taken out of the workplace, Lovino and Mr. Henderson's voices raising down the hallway. Once they were gone Roderich addressed the room.

"Since my boss is currently busy at the moment I shall let you all know that you are all incredibly talented. The Vargas Modeling/Fashion agency would be more than happy to have you all in our employment program should you choose."

The Austrian said making the room explode in happy and excited voices. Arthur felt his jaw drop slightly at the new job offer before a throat clearing drew his attention back to Feliciano. The Italian smiled at him and held something out to him.

"You forgot this when you ran away this morning Mr. Kirkland."

Feliciano said chipper as Arthur took the paper from his grasp. It was the missing sketch that he'd been looking for.

"Ah please, call me Arthur. And I apologize for running away so quickly, I was in quite the rush. Anyways thank you for returning my sketch."

Arthur said blushing lightly. Feliciano grinned at the sight.

"Arthur, it suit you bella. Since I returned your sketch I'd like to ask you something."

Feliciano said his eyes full of amusement and slight nervousness. Arthur felt his heart skip a beat as he was pinned by those eyes.

"Would you perhaps like to join me for a morning coffee sometime? I'd love to get to know a lovely man such as yourself."

Feliciano said shimmying a bit as he waited for Arthur's answer. The Englishman stared at him in shock before shyly smiling at him.

"I'd love to."

Arthur said making Feli beam with happiness. It was that day that Arthur finally got out of the place he was in. From then on the Englishman made a name for himself and his fashions, and fell in love with Feliciano along the way, and years down the road as he sat by his beloved husband's side in front of their garden Arthur couldn't help but feel like all of the things he'd went through was worth it.

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Day 6: Food

Warning: Endless amounts of domestic lifestyle, fluff, and excessive Mariah Carey.

~~~~~

It'd been a rather exhausting day in the office for Arthur. From a boss who wouldn't stop yelling at him for the littlest of things to coworkers who just kept pushing his buttons it was no surprise that he'd nearly flew out of the office building. Hailing a taxi Arthur about flung himself into the backseat and hurled his address to the poor driver in a desperate attempt to get away from the hell hole he called work. As the taxi made its way through the darkening streets of London, Arthur felt himself begin to relax. Staring out the window he watched as they passed by different cars and pedestrians. His mind started to wander, thinking of what he was going to do when he got home. As he thought about it his thoughts naturally drifted off to the person who would be there waiting for him as he did every night.

His dear husband, Feliciano Kirkland-Vargas.

A small smile grew on his face as he thought of his husband. The Italian was one of the things that he looked forward to seeing as soon as he got home. To be smothered with butterfly kisses and a warm, loving embrace from the person he loved the most was the best feeling in the world. It was a feeling that Arthur wouldn't trade for and he loved it more than he would ever admit out loud. As the Englishman thought of his beloved he felt his heart flutter in excitement, eager to finally be home and in the arms of his entire world.

~~~~~

The sounds of the lock clicking filled the small London townhouse as Arthur pushed open the door. The familiar warmth of the small, cozy home welcomed him and he smiled softly as he stepped inside and closed the door.

"Feli? I'm home!"

Arthur called out into the home expecting to see his husband come out to greet him. A brief moment of silence greeted him instead making the Brit confused and slightly concerned. Taking his coat off and putting it on the rack and kicking off his shoes Arthur made his way further into the house. As he stepped into the living room his nose caught scent of a delicious aroma, making his mouth water.

'Ah he's in the kitchen.'

Arthur thought the concern dying as a well of fondness took its place. With quiet footsteps Arthur made his way towards the kitchen, the aroma of an Italian dish growing stronger and the soft sound of music being heard. Curious Arthur peeked his messy blonde head into the doorway of their kitchen and had to fight back an amused smile. In the middle of the kitchen was Feli, his hips swaying to the song playing from his speaker that was connected to his phone. A large pan was filled with pasta on the stove while a sauce pan was simmering the sauce. Feliciano was in the middle of cutting the garlic and other herbs that would go into the sauce, singing softly under his breath.

"Oh, when you walk by every night~ Talking sweet and looking fine~ I get kind of hectic inside~ Mmm, baby, I'm so into you~ Darling, if you only knew~ All the things that flow through my mind~!"

Feliciano's smooth singing filled the kitchen, singing along with the iconic 90's song. Arthur leaned against the doorway, amused and star struck as he watched his husband's private concert. His beloved didn't even notice that Arthur was watching him, completely lost in the music and his preparation of their dinner.

"But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby~ When I close my eyes, you come and take me~ On and on and on, it's so deep in my daydreams~ But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby (Fantasy)~ (And I want you so badly)~"

The Englishman listened to his husband's voice, his eyes softening in a look of fondness and affection. The song Fantasy while popular back in the 90's, had a special connection to it. His husband would often say that the song was their song, and Arthur couldn't really argue with him. After all it was this song that had been playing when Arthur and Feli had first met. The Brit found his mind wandering, going back to that moment when he'd first saw Feliciano.

~~~~~

It was back when Arthur was about seventeen. Back then before he'd been the polite yet short tempered man he was in the present, he'd been a punk of sorts. Always getting into trouble for picking fights with other teens even though they'd started it first. He was a wild teen, who went along with life wherever it took him. It was during this time that he'd first laid eyes on the man who would end up being his husband. The Englishman had been at a carnival of sorts on a warm summer night. He'd been dragged there by his friend Alfred who had almost immediately ditched him once they were inside the place. The punk had been left to his own devices, wandering the crowded street as he passed the stalls and food stands and games. The bright lights of the place flashed around him, the sounds of screaming children and teenagers alike filled the evening air from the rides. The speakers were playing music, the song being Fantasy by Mariah Carey at the moment making Arthur huff a bit.

Arthur was not having a good time, being overwhelmed by everything that was going on. The Englishman wasn't a fan of places like this and he'd bitterly cursed Alfred for dragging him into this loud and crowded place.

"Stupid American arse. Leaving me all alone when he damn well knows that these places make me twitchy...."

Arthur growled lowly under his breath, his thick black boots stomping somewhat on the pavement. The teenager was debating on whether he should just call it quits or if he should just find his stupid friend and chew him out for all of this when he'd finally caught sight of him. Through the crowd of people stood the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen in his life. A man, no older than him was laughing at a tall man with slicked back blonde hair. A smaller man with black hair walked with them, smiling a shy smile. But they weren't what Arthur were looking at. No the man in the center of them was what he was looking at. Tanned skin that seemed to glow under the flashing lights, a beautiful smile full of white teeth. Auburn hair framed a handsome face, a curl sticking out from the rest of his hair. But none of those could compare with the amused gaze of the teenager.

Amber, like molten caramel and full of sunshine and happiness framed his face leaving Arthur speechless. The Englishman was so enchanted by the beautiful sight before him that he nearly died on the spot when the majestic man before him looked over at him.

Images of rapture~ Creep into me slowly~ As you're going to my head~ And my heart beats faster~ When you take me over~ Time and time and time again~

The world seemed to slow down as soon as their eyes met. Bright amber hues bore into him, curious and open. Arthur felt his heart pick up in speed at the look, quickly avoiding his own eyes in embarrassment at his reaction. He was completely and totally thunderstruck by this man. Arthur was so busy trying to calm himself down that he didn't notice the gorgeous teen talking to his friends before making his way over to him.

"Ciao~!"

A chipper voice, smooth and spellbinding came from behind him. Arthur let out a startled noise quickly turning towards it only to come face to face with the man he'd been staring at. Up close he was even more handsome. Arthur felt his throat got dry as he tried to calm the anxiety that was eating away at him.

"A-ah hello....?"

Arthur choked out trying to keep calm. The Italian gave him a warm smile, looking down at him slightly. It was then that Arthur realized that the other teen was taller than him.

"I couldn't help but notice that you were staring at me. I was wondering if something was wrong?"

The Italian asked giving a small head tilt. Arthur felt his heart stop and he quickly went to reassure him.

"No-! Nothing's wrong! Forgive me for my staring I was just overwhelmed by your eyes-!"

Arthur scrambled before biting his tongue as he realized what he said. The other man's eyes went wide, curiousity and slight flattery shining in them.

"Oh? My eyes overwhelmed you?"

He asked his tone probing yet full of amusement. Arthur felt his already warm cheeks slowly grow hotter.

"I....well......they're just the loveliest shade of amber I'd ever seen.....and I'm just going to shut up now."

Arthur said wanting nothing more than for the pavement to open up and swallow him whole. Alas it didn't happen leaving him floundering and mentally cursing himself for his honesty.

'Good job Kirkland, you've just officially sounded like a creep. God what is wrong with you-'

His mental berating was put to a stop by the sound of the most musical laughter he'd ever heard. Looking at the other teenager Arthur quickly took note that he was smiling, his tanned cheeks slightly rosy.

"I've never heard something like that before. Are you sure that my eyes are the loveliest shade? Because from where I'm standing it's more like you have them instead."

The Italian said his voice sincere and somewhat flirtatious. Arthur felt his heart do a flip in his chest at the words.

"I mean it's not everyday that you see such a beautiful shade of green........I'm Feliciano by the way. But you can call me Feli."

The teen, Feli said his face warm and full of a beautiful smile. Arthur swallowed hard and took a deep breath trying to give his own smile. However it was more awkward and crooked than he would have liked.

"Feli.....my name is Arthur. I really am sorry for the staring I'm not usually like this."

Arthur introduced himself his ears and cheeks red. Feli just laughed that magical laugh of his, giving him the most beautiful smile.

"It's fine, as long as I can stare as well then I'll call it an even exchange si?"

The Italian chirped happily giving Arthur a wink. Little did Arthur and Feli know that, that awkward first meeting would be the start of something beautiful.

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"Arthuro-! Mi tereso I didn't realize that you were home-! How long were you standing there??"

Feliciano's voice called Arthur back to the present. Blinking Arthur took in the sight of his husband, his face full of surprise and happiness at seeing him. Arthur gave him a soft smile and pushed himself from the doorway. Wrapping his arms around the slightly taller man Arthur gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Not too long love, just got home. This smells divine by the way."

Arthur said leaning over to get a better whiff. Feli let out a small huff of laughter before playfully shooing him away from the pans.

"It's not ready you silly man! Be patient and I'll have it done. Why don't you go set up the table for me per favore?"

Feliciano asked giving him a small smile. Arthur returned it and placed one more kiss on his husband's mouth before going to do as he was asked. From there on the couple worked with one another, enjoying the other's presence. The soft sound of the music filled the room as they worked, and got dinner ready. Once done they sat down and dug in, chatting about everything and anything that they could think of. It was a peaceful evening for the couple as they ate. When they were done they cleaned everything up and went to the living room to cuddle with one another and watch a movie. It was halfway through the movie when Arthur felt Feliciano lay his head on his shoulder, curling up into his side.

"Ti voglio bene."

The soft voice of his husband said, his tone and expression full of love and affection. Arthur felt his heart stutter at the sweet words, his chest tight with overwhelming love for the man beside him. Leaning over Arthur kissed Feli softly.

"I love you too."

The Englishman said his voice soft and full of honesty and love. Feliciano smiled at him before going in for another kiss, their movie completely forgotten as they got lost in one another. It was nothing more than two people who were in love, full of simple moments that many wouldn't pay attention to. But to Arthur and Feliciano it was a sweet fantasy that they never wanted to end.

*I'm a slut for this song and honestly I regret nothing. Domestic fluff involving two husbands who enjoy a meal together and are completely enamored with one another are what give me a will to live dhsgdgdgdgg. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!! And here's prompt six @engitaweek2022!!!*

[the-heaminator]

I'm trying to reblog this mf until enough people join

Hello human people.

This is the engita week blog for 2022

Please choose no more or no less than 7 prompts from the doc and once we get enough results we will choose the days and the week shall commence.

This will be found at engita week 2022

[misteria247]

Prompt seven is here!!!! Forgot to reblog it to my main here sfsfsfsfsf.

EngIta Week 2022

Day 7: Music

Warning: Smoking, depression, somewhat unhealthy coping, alcohol, breakups, basically no happy ending, all around major feels town. (I'm so sorry-)

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I don't want a friend (just me)~ I want my life in two (my life in two)~ Just one more night~ Waiting to get there~ Waiting for you (all night)~ I'm done fighting all night (waiting for you)~

The low neon lights flashed through the club, illuminating the party goers who resided inside. Tables filled with alcohol, cigarettes and other things sat in the pits where partying guests could take a break. Sitting at a table alone in the corner of the club was a handsome young man. His eyes were half lided, disinterested in the things going on around him. In front of him sat a glass of a half empty martini. An ash tray full of butts and ashes sat by his hand, awaiting for him to put in yet another butt of a smoked cigarette. It wasn't often that he was here in a shady club, smoking cigarettes and drinking. But tonight was one of those nights. Where his head would be filled with harsh whispers and poisonous words hissed. Where his mind would replay memories of a different time, a happier time when everything wasn't so fucked up. The man took a drag of his cigarette, the nicotine and smoke filling his lungs with a burning pleasure.

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark~ Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms~ You have made up your mind~ I don't need no more signs~ Can you?~ Can you?~

As the burning filled him, he began to think. To drift back to a time that he desperately tried not to dwell on. Yet as always on nights like these, the memories slowly creeped in. The sounds of a shy laugh and a warm smile. Bright, brilliant green eyes that held the galaxy in them. Pale skin that shimmered in the pale moonlight in their shared bedroom. A gentle phantom touch that felt all too real. He scoffed, his chest tight and raw. It was painful thinking about how those memories haunted him. Then again anything involving these memories was always somewhat haunting. Like an unknown disease that slowly consumed you, leaving you with nothing but the echoes of something that once was. But the worst part of it was that he himself was responsible for the dull ache that seemed to follow him now.

After all it was him, Feliciano Vargas that ended up breaking Arthur Kirkland's heart.

It'd been a moment of weakness. An error that he didn't realize he was committing until he had already lost it all. Arthur and him had been together for a long time, the two of them having met at a club when they were in college. It was attraction at first sight but after meeting one another a few more times and getting to know one another it quickly became something so much more. Two young fools who recklessly jumped into a relationship without thinking it through. But at the time it hadn't mattered to them, as long as they had each other it was enough. Then one day Feli woke up and just.....stopped loving Arthur. No longer did he feel that rush he always felt, no longer did he feel that excitement, the passion and sparks that were there in the beginning. So he'd begun to distant himself, staying out late and not going out with Arthur much. For months it went on like this, with Arthur trying to remain patient and welcoming while Feliciano completely drifted away from him. But like most people Arthur had reached his breaking point. He could still remember that fight they'd had that night, the harsh and cutting words that were thrown at each other.

Until it had finally died when Feliciano said those two little words. The two little words that would at the time unknowingly ruin the Italian man.

"It's over."

He could still remember the look on Arthur's face. The pain in his eyes as the words fully processed. The tears and the heart broken expression he'd had before his face had become like stone. Arthur hadn't begged him to stay, to fight for them. Instead the Englishman just looked at him, his bright green eyes now dull and unrecognizable before going to their bedroom. It wasn't long before he'd came back downstairs, a small bag full of his essentials on his shoulder. Without even sparing Feli a glance Arthur had left the house, the only sign of him falling apart being the silent tears that flowed down his face. At the time Feliciano had no idea the mistake he'd made. Had no clue of just how much Arthur still meant to him. That he still loved him and was just too blind and foolish to see. But now after two years of separation between them and being haunted by his actions and trying to mend the heart he'd unknowingly torn to shreds Feli now knew the truth.

He had never stopped loving Arthur. And for these past two years that fact remained. It was only when he was finally gone that Feliciano realized just how much he truly loved him. Arthur Kirkland had become the one that got away, the one that Feliciano Vargas now knew was his one and only. The one that he could ever be with and ever want to be with. Feliciano gripped his now finished cigarette tightly, the memories slowly eating him from the inside out. His eyes burned as he felt the beginning of tears gather in them. The club seemed completely oblivious to the man who was falling apart at his table. Surrounded by the echoes of his past mistakes and his hallow memories.

Wiping at his eyes to stop the tears Feli grabbed his glass and tossed it back, practically inhaling the alcoholic beverage. Nearly slamming the glass down on the table he grabbed a few bills from his wallet and tossed them onto the table. Standing up he made his way towards the dancefloor, desperate to run away from the ghosts that plagued him. The loud bass of the speakers vibrated the floor, hot sweaty bodies pressed up against each other as they danced to the music. Feli eased himself in, joining the sea of people to try and forget because that was all he could really do at this point. As he swayed to the beat, getting lost amongst the bodies that surrounded him, his gaze caught sight of a familiar figure. Pale skin that glowed under the neon lights, messy golden blonde hair, and brilliant green hues.

It was Arthur.

Feliciano felt as if the world stopped, his blood freezing in his veins and his face paling as he stared at the face he'd never forget. The face that haunted him for two years, the face he hadn't seen since that night when he'd ruined everything. Feli sucked in a wheezing breath, suddenly feeling as if he was suffocating. Arthur hadn't seen him, instead he was dancing with someone. His body moved along with the stranger, pressing against him as they danced. It made Feliciano's blood boil seeing the sight. Even if he had no right to feel that way, it still showed its ugly head. He'd been staring for so long that it'd caught Arthur's attention. The Englishman turned his attention towards the prying eyes and stiffened when he saw Feli. It was as if someone had pulled a gun out and shot him, his already pale face going even paler. The two stared at the other, seemingly lost at what they should do.

Give me reasons we should be complete~ You should be with him, I can't compete~ You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well~ Can't you see? (Can't you see?)~ I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance)~ In the dark~ Dark~!

After a moment of a tense stare down Arthur's attention was taken away from him by his dance partner. The man was holding onto Arthur's shoulder, a concerned look on his face as he seemed to lean down and speak with the short Brit. The Italian could only watch, the pain that had been tormenting the entire night becoming suddenly unbearable. The man held Arthur with such a tenderness, as if he was familiar with him. It made him feel like his heart was torn from his chest as he realized that Arthur may have moved on. Moved on to someone far better than Feliciano, to someone who wasn't as blind as he had been. And even though Feli wanted to scream and cry and beg for Arthur's forgiveness, he knew deep down that he didn't deserve it. Not after the way he'd treated him, not after shattering him and his fragile heart.

When you gotta run~ Just hear my voice in you (my voice in you)~ Shutting me out of you (shutting me out of you)~ Doing so great (so great, so great)~ You~ Used to be the one (used to be the one)~ To hold you when you fall~ Yeah, yeah, yeah (when you fall, when you fall)~ I don't fuck with your tone (I don't fuck with your tone)~ I don't wanna go home (I don't wanna go home)~ Can it be one night?~ Can you?~ Can you?~

There had been a time when Feliciano would have been the one in the stranger's position. A time when he would be the one who would comfort Arthur and hold him. A time when he had had Arthur by his side. But that time was no longer around. No in its place was the present moment and the bitter sting of seeing the one he loved seemingly moved on. The other man had wrapped an arm around Arthur, giving Feliciano more of a view of him. The man was taller than Arthur, with wheat blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A pair of glasses sat on his tanned face making him have a boyish like charm to him. Arthur had turned his head towards his partner, speaking into his ear. The man's blue hues then snapped towards Feliciano. A dawning look of realization came onto his face before he quickly but gently moved him and Arthur further away from Feliciano.

It became very clear that the man was most likely Arthur's newest boyfriend by the way he had acted at that moment. And it hurt so badly seeing it. But he couldn't blame Arthur, the Englishman had found someone who obviously treated him better than Feli had. And that alone was enough for the Italian. Not wanting to be on the dancefloor Feli made his way off of it. Once he was out of the sea of people he made his way towards the exit of the club. Stepping out into the chilly air Feliciano began to walk away from the club, leaving his heart behind him with every step. Life was a cruel mistress at times, leaving you broken and laying in a pit of despair and agony. It was a somewhat bitter joke for Feliciano. To realize too late that the one he had wanted and loved had moved on. He could still see the look on Arthur's face, the pain and the tension he had when they'd made eye contact. It was clear that although Arthur had moved on, the old wounds that were exchanged that night still lingered. Still stung him just as much as it did for Feliciano. But unlike Feli he'd forced himself forward. While Feliciano was stuck in the whispers of the past.

Give me reasons we should be complete~ You should be with him, I can't compete~ You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well~ Can't you see?~ I don't wanna slow dance (I don't want to slow dance)~ In the dark~ Dark~ In the dark~ Dark~!!

Perhaps in another life, he and Arthur had stayed together. Perhaps in another timeline they'd managed to avoid that fight. Perhaps another version of him wasn't as blind as he had been. Feliciano didn't know and he didn't dwell on it. It was already one of those nights and after the events he'd just been through he no longer wanted to be thinking about it. As he made his way home, his heart seemed to sing a heartbroken melody. A bitter and broken song at the world. The Italian was forever stuck in this loop, now forever dancing on his own. With no music or Arthur in sight.

All that reminded was him and his lonely, slow dancing in the dark.

*...........what have I done?????? To be honest I didn't mean to make this this sad. I was listening to Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji and it got my brain going and with the prompt being music it just went from there. I highly recommend listening to the song to get the vibe I had while writing this. This fic is basically a lyric inspired piece. Since the prompt was music I decided to do this with it. I apologize in advance for the sad ending, it just seemed fitting for the music vibe I was trying to go for. And I also apologize for Feliciano for being OOC, but I wanted to go with him as the main POV. I personally don't see a lot of fics involving Feli being the one who messes up in the world of relationships. It's usually Arthur who's the one who screws up so I decided to switch it up. Also yes the person who's with Arthur is Alfred, whether it's platonic or romantic is up to the reader to decide. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's the seventh prompt @engitaweek2022!!*

[misteria247]

My first prompt for the EngIta week! Super excited and nervous about this! Hope y'all stick around for the rest of the week!!! 💖💖💖💖

EngIta Week 2022

Day 1: Fears

Warning: Major character death and blood. But it's not forever I promise.

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Warmth.

There's so much warmth. It reminded him of a peaceful spring day, his favorite kind of days. A vast green meadow surrounded him, a gentle spring breeze blowing through his auburn hair. Behind him a familiar house sat in the distance. It was a house that he hadn't seen in centuries.

'I know this place.....'

Feliciano turned around in his spot searching for the familiar person that he was desperate to see. Gazing around he caught sight of another figure in the distance. A familiar shorter frame, bright, messy blonde hair and warm green eyes stared back at him. A small shy smile on a lightly freckled face. Feliciano felt his heart pick up as a smile came across his face.

"Arthur...!"

The Italian called out to the other nation, waving enthusiastically at him. Arthur stared at him, still wearing that same shy smile yet he did not wave back nor did he come any closer. Feli not liking this began to head towards him, to feel him in his arms again. Only.....every time Feli drew closer to him, Arthur seemed to pull away. The Italian nation felt a small sense of unease set in as he felt himself break into a jog to try and catch up to Arthur.

"Arthuro! Wait for me-!"

Feli called out his voice being drowned out by the wind. Further and further he ran after Arthur, never able to touch him. The British nation was always so close yet always out of reach. The younger nation felt his heart race as the sense of unease grew larger. A deep rooted need to get to Arthur began to consume him. Arthur continued to move ahead of him, not seemly bothered by the distance between them.

"Please Arthur-! Wait for me amore! Don't leave me behind-!"

Feliciano said before he tripped over his own two feet, his body hitting the ground harshly. The Italian hissed in pain before snapping his head up to try and catch a glimpse of Arthur. Feli felt his stomach drop as the sight of the sudden empty meadow greeted him. Arthur was gone, seemly having disappeared into thin air. Blood began to pound in his ears as he forced himself to his feet, his amber gaze searching frantically. Yet no sign of the familiar Englishman was seen.

"Arthur?!? Arthur where are you?!? Please answer me!! Don't leave me all alone!!"

Feliciano shouted out as he began to run into a full on sprint. He needed to find Arthur before it was too late. The meadow around him began to grow dark the longer he ran. Its once vibrant grass and flowers becoming dead and brittle. The warmth he'd once felt began to become cold and biting. Yet he persisted onwards refusing to leave Arthur alone. The Italian finally found the Englishman however......

"ARTHUR!!"

He screamed his eyes burning at the sudden tears that threatened to fall. There laying amongst a battlefield of bodies was his beloved Arthur. The Englishman's body was curled up in an awkward position, his once bright lively eyes, now a dull grey color. Blood stained his clothes and weapons and hair, making the sight of him even more horrific. Feliciano's body moved on its own, not caring if he had to step over the soliders who'd fallen. All he cared about was getting to Arthur. He needed Arthur to be okay.

'Please....! Whoever is out there listening please....! Not him.....anyone but him.....!'

The Italian nation pleaded to any deity that was listening. After an eternity of stumbling over the dirt, soliders and discarded weapons he finally got to Arthur. The English nation didn't move as his lover came up beside him. Feliciano felt his throat tighten and his heart shatter as his worst fears were confirmed.

Arthur, his sweet and fierce Arthur was gone.

Feli's legs gave out from under him, causing him to collapse beside Arthur. Fresh stinging tears burned at his eyes and overflowed onto his cheeks. With trembling hands the younger nation reached out to cup one of Arthur's cheeks. Cold met his warmth and brought forth more bitter and broken tears. Feliciano gently gathered his lover into his arms, laying his head into his shoulder. Cradling him close Feli let out a broken wail as the reality hit him. Burying his face into Arthur's hair Feliciano wept and sobbed. His heart shattering even more as he clung to the once strong and warm nation.

"Arthur.....Arthur mi amore please come back don't leave me alone......I can't do this without you......"

Feli begged receiving no reply. Instead all he received was the cruel silence of the dead. With stuttering breaths Feliciano kissed Arthur's head, praying for a miracle that wouldn't appear. Arthur was gone, no longer would he have his sweet shy smiles directed at him. No longer would he have his stern yet gentle scoldings whenever he'd done something silly or foolish, no longer would he hear his laughter or see his adorable pouts.

No longer would he hear those three words whispered to him in their most intimate moments.

Choking on his tears Feli rocked the two of them back and forth, drowning in his own grief. Once again he'd failed to protect the one he loved, once again he was left completely and utterly alone in this world. Forced to continue living while his heart was no longer with it.

'First Holy Rome......and now you......forgive me Arthur please forgive me for not being able to keep you safe. Amore mio, mia cara, ti amo per favore non lasciarmi solo.....'

Feliciano was alone and broken and there was nothing he could do.

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A sharp gasp and Feliciano flung up in his bed. His eyes wide and filled with tears and fear. Shaking slightly he ran a hand through his hair, biting his fist as he bit back his sobs. A small whimper came from him, causing the other body in the bed to groan sleepy. Feli's eyes snapped towards the other side of his bed as his beloved Arthur awoken. Sleepy green eyes blinked at him as he rubbed at one of them.

"Feli.....? What's going on you alright luv.....?"

Arthur asked his voice soft and full of sleep. Feliciano began to shake some more as he took in the sight of Arthur alive and well next to him. The Brit was completely fine, his skin and clothes clean of any blood. Arthur was okay, his love was still there with him. Feli let out a choked sob making Arthur become more awake instantly at the sound.

"Feli, love what's wrong? Poppet you're crying...."

Arthur said his voice soft and full of concern. The Englishman barely had a chance to prepare himself before he was tackled by a sobbing Italian. Stiffening for only a moment Arthur quickly relaxed and hugged his boyfriend tightly. He had no idea what was going on but he knew that Feli was shaken up and he was determined to make it better.

"It's alright my darling. It's going to be alright, I'm here. I've got you love."

Arthur spoke soothingly, rubbing gentle circles on Feliciano's back. The younger nation just clung to him, his ear pressed up against the older nation's chest. The steady, gentle sound of Arthur's heartbeat filled Feliciano's ears. Showing him proof that his treasure was alive and with him. That his precious Arthur wasn't on a battlefield somewhere dying or dead. That Feli wasn't alone again. The Italian clung to him tightly not wanting to let him go. The two stayed like this for a beat before the silence was broken by Feli.

"I love you Arthuro, mi tesoro. If anything happened to you......it'd break my heart.....please.....please don't leave me Arthur....."

Feliciano begged his voice thick and full of a fragility. Arthur gave his lover a stunned look before his gaze softened in understanding. Leaning down he placed a loving kiss on Feliciano's head.

"I could never leave you darling.....you're my heart and soul. To leave you would be a pain that I could not bare.....I love you too much to leave you alone."

Arthur said squeezing the Italian gently. Feli gave a whimpering sniffle, more eased now that he heard that his feelings were mutual. Arthur gently manoeuvred them back into the bed to lay down. Keeping Feliciano's head over his chest above his heart, the older nation began to run his fingers through the other man's hair. Arthur began to hum a soft lullaby as he did the soothing action making Feli relax at the combination. Closing his eyes he listened to the sound of Arthur's gentle heartbeat and his soft and sweet humming. A feeling of ease and love filled him as he slowly began to fall back asleep. Arthur wouldn't leave him and he wouldn't leave Arthur and at that moment it was enough.

*This is my first time writing for a prompt week so I'm pretty excited!! Our first prompt was Fears and I'd decided to go with Feli given that he's a usually chipper guy. I think that his biggest fear would be being left alone. After losing someone like Holy Rome it'd make sense that he'd have a fear of losing his loved ones and being left behind. So I wrote this small piece with that idea in mind. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And here's my first submission @engitaweek2022!*