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His brown boots hit the earth as he ran forward, pushing his legs far past what they were capable of. His lungs burned in his chest, sweat soaked his skin, causing his auburn locks to stick to his cheeks annoyingly, no matter how many times he pushed them away, though, they always came back, but he couldn't stop, he had to keep running. His white shorts, which ended just past the knee, had patches of dirt from the times he fell from the twigs and roots in the forest he was weaving his way through. His blue and tan striped blazer, along with the long sleeve black shirt underneath were restricting his movements, making running a difficult task, and he wondered why he chose this outfit at all. He wasn't so sure what he was running from he couldn't quite remember, but the fear of whatever it was pushed him forward. Soon he came to a large clearing, halting his movements. He couldn't see the others face only his back, but he clearly held himself with confidence, and had an air of power and danger around him. He stood before a throne, it looked like it could have been dazzling; reds and greens and gold's with beautiful trimming and craftsmanship, but the forest seemed to have cast its dirty spell and much like his white pants, ruined the beautiful seat, vines grew all over it and the paint was chipped and worn. The man looked to be wearing an Old Italian uniform, from World War 2, something that confused and surprised the newcomer. Slowly he turned, only just, his mischievous eyes looking over at his new companion. From what Feliciano could see he was almost a mirror image of himself except his hair was darker, his featured sinful, and his eyes...boy his eyes were nothing his own had ever had the pleasure of gazing into, they were a brilliant magenta, cunning, smart, and ready. Feliciano closed his own brown ones, which seemed far less beautiful in comparison, and shook his head trying to understand. They responded when he felt someone slip their hand around his fingers. Before him stood them man smiling slightly, waywardly, but with a hint of something else there, esteem, reverence, Feliciano didn't have time to decide before he was being guided in front of the throne and being instructed to sit. The man then knelt before him, taking the hand he held and kissing Feliciano's knuckles. It was all very absurd and the small Italian couldn't comprehend what could possibly be going on, no one had ever treated him like this, like no matter what, no matter who he was, he was important. It was a little overwhelming, maybe too much as Feliciano leapt from the chair, causing the other to get to his feet and back up.

"Luciano" The name fell from his lips softly and surly. Slowly, Luciano came forward, bringing his gloved hand to hold Feliciano's cheek, the other holding his side bringing him close. Feliciano could have sworn they were the same high mere minutes ago, then why did the other seem so much bigger all of a sudden. The hand on his cheek slid down to rest under his chin, tipping it up, drawing his lips closer. Feliciano's eyes shot open before closing slowly as the other came closer.

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Feliciano pushed himself up in a sitting position, looking around his room. The only light came from the moon that cascaded across his bed and floor through his balcony doors. Placing his hand on his head, he tried to shake himself of the feeling in his stomach, whatever he had been dreaming he hadn't hated it, but it left him with this sickening feeling in his stomach. After a moment of deep breathing, he pushed his blankets off and crept down to the kitchen, hoping to avoid waking his brother, to make some Pasta, cooking always helped ease his mind.

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Pushing himself up onto his arms, Luciano's eyes scanned the area of his room. Finding nothing wrong, he let himself drop onto his stomach. That was bizarre to say the least, he has always had control over his dreams, he had control over everything, but he hadn't expected someone else to walk into it. And then he allowed, no not just allowed, encouraged, that stranger to sit on his throne. He doesn't want to admit it, he is the only king, but the other looked striking sitting there, staring down at him, wide innocent golden eyes, just begging to be gazed at for the rest of forever, it practically made him forget who he was. Getting up he, opened his window and leapt to the ground, finding somewhere, something, someone to throw his knives at.

oOo

He really didn't know what to make of it. It was like a giant glass wall separating him from what he knew wasn't his land, but that wasn't how borders worked, and besides, he also knew that this land belonged to none of the nations on his world. Staring at the glass wall, he finally shrugged and sat down on one side of it drawing in his sketchbook. He had been coming here for the last few years finding whatever was on the other side compelling. He stood, stretching his leg,s ripping the page out of his book and lifting it high in the air waiting for a nice gust of wind. Opening his hand, he let his drawing fly over the wall. Watching it flutter to the ground on the other side, he wasn't really sure what forced him to do it, but that fluttering feeling in his chest was gone, and he felt strangely at ease as he made his way back to his home that was about a day's drive away.

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He wasn't sure why he came here; he did almost everyday though, so much in fact, he built his house just about three hours away. He found it when he was just a kid and was sneaking away from Austria's house again, he found piece here, whatever was on the other side of the wall was comforting as a child and still even now. He looked at the paper on the group with calculating eyes before slowly going over to pick it up. His breath took as it scanned the drawing of himself kneeling before, Feliciano, he didn't know him just his name, in the dream last night. It was perfect to every detail. Luciano tried with all his might to just rip it up and destroy these feelings before they consumed him, and broke the cold hard exterior he had worked his whole life to build. But in the end he went home with it delicately- he never did anything delicately- held it in his hand.

"What's on your mind fratello" The sickeningly sweet voice asked.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with"

"Is about your other self" Magenta eyes snapped up and regarded with brother coldly.

"How did you know?" He asked, getting dangerously close. He knew he said Feliciano's name in his sleep, having been told by Klaus when the other found him napping a few days ago, he didn't nap often, especially when the others were around, but he trusted Klaus, he was strangely honorable, which is more than he could say for himself, but why would his brother know that.

"We've all seen them but you seem to be more captivated" He rolled his eyes and looked back at his troops wishing he could go back to sleep. He never liked sleeping before, it left him vulnerable, weak to attacks, but now he craved it more than anything else

"You seem distracted." Lutz didn't even finish the word before a knife was being lodged into his arm. Luciano lowered himself down so his mere inches away from the ally.

"Again" He whispered, getting up pushing the hurting nation over with his boot, and then turning to his troops with a look of violence he yelled. "AGAIN!" and they were up and running there laps for another time.

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"Again" He asked raising an eyebrow

"Yes again…it seems to happen almost every night and…" he paused biting his lip. Lovino was the only one he ever told about the dreams. His brother said they all had them, but most didn't know what it meant, not even Arthur, so it was better not to dwell on them despite how you may want to.

"And…"His brother pressed for more information.

"And I like them, very much, I like him"

"There just dreams Feliciano" Lovino said slowly sitting further back into the coach.

"No they're not!" Feli stomped his foot looking oddly stern "And you know they're not, they feel real! Those people are real!" He knew Luciano couldn't be someone he made up.

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Luciano's pricing eyes looked over bemused and amazed at the other giggling beside him. After a moment of gawking, he shifted his eyes back to the sky. He was lying on the ground with his hand behind his head, almost content with the world, he couldn't be sure, but this had to be the closest he would ever feel to real happiness, sure he was pleased and proud when he or asserted his power, but moreover he was angry, not at anything in particular, just angry, Feli was laying the opposite way, his head right next to Luciano's talking a mile a minute and giggling often, Luciano didn't have to say much to get the other laughing. What surprised him the most were the small smiles of his own that would tug at his lips at Feliciano's actions. These dream visits, the both concluded they were, had been happening for several months almost a year. Rolling over onto his stomach Feliciano looked down into the beautiful magenta eyes.

"What do you think Luciano?" He asked, smiling brightly down at the other. The light was hitting him just so that it almost appeared he had a halo. Luciano had never been religious, seeing as how he was going Hell no matter what, but in a cheesy way, he couldn't help but believe Feliciano was sent to be in Angel in his life. Maybe they all were? Maybe that's why the others had dreams about people from Feliciano's world, to bring some sort of happiness and goodness in their lives. Perhaps they should take these dream visits more seriously. He could hardly order anyone to do interact with them though, sure he could force his band of nations to do it, but what about the others, on the other side, Feliciano said he wasn't very influential.

"What do I think about what?" He voice was rough, but as gently as possible.

"Getting the others to talk like we do" Another smile was brought to his lips as Feli once again read his mind.

"Can you get them too? You've said before, you are not very strong"

"No…but most people find me cute" He beamed again and Luciano chuckled, actually laughed! He had never laughed before and he will admit to liking the feeling. Maybe it was a good idea. Exposing his group of dark, psychopathic, crazy, bloodthirsty nations to the light of the other side.