Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Nor do I own Soundless voice. Yes, another vocaloid song, it's an addiction. Whatever. I just got back from soccer, so I'm a little... yeah. I get hurt a lot because of a mix of generally clumsiness, rightful aggression, and blatant stupidity. Yeah, I slipped on a golf ball while playing goalie. I know what you're thinking, why the hell was there a golf ball on a soccer field. I have a theory that some strange cosmic force just put it there so I would trip on it. But it wasn't too bad. I got various other injuries and even got a special penalty kick on one fall. It was pretty cool, I got hit in the face, and half of my face went numb! I felt like robot, or better yet, a hero! Anyway, I told myself and my team to channel our Italian pride, even though I am not Italian, the Italian futball kicks ass. Then, when I got home, I looked at my inbox and I got the part of Italy with this one Hetalia fandub thing! I guess I really am Italian.

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"Is this room alright?" Ludwig asked as he showed Feliciano to the guest room. Granted it wasn't the only available guest room, he felt that it was the best one. It had great floor space, it's own private bathroom, and an amazing view off the balcony. Hard to believe it was in Japan. It was a western style house on the edge of Tokyo, in the exact location you'd expect to find a Shinto shrine, not a mansion. Ludwig family was rather wealthy, but not so much that they were completely careless with money. Ask Gilbert's friend Roderich, and he'd tell you exactly how important money really it.

"Ve~ It's absolutely perfect." The small Italian ran into the room, circling around and poking at everything possible. "It's even got it's own bathroom" He yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was getting awfully late, and Feliciano wasn't accustomed to late nights, even if he was a famous musician.

"Ah, well, I suppose it's about time to end things for the night." Ludwig began to leave, when he remembered something. "Oh, I'll bring some of Gilbert's old pajamas. They might fit you." But Feliciano didn't hear him, he was too distracted by starry night sky.

"Ve~ I haven't seen stars like this since I was back in Italy." Ludwig smiled and turned to grab the pajamas for Feliciano. Meanwhile, the brunette had stepped out onto the balcony to stare some more. The absentminded smile left his face as he stared to the west. "You used to love stars, didn't you." Tears gathered in his eyes as memories flooded back to him of someone he knew when he was a kid, living with his cousin in Austria after his grandfather died. He told Feliciano that he would always love him, but he was a distant memory now. Feliciano thought of a song he wrote for him. His voice shook a little, but he began to sing.

seijaku ga machi wo tsutsumu yoru ni On the night everywhere is dead silent
furisosogu shiro Snow falls down
kazashita te no hira ni On the palm I hold up
fureta shunkan ni toketeku Snow falls and melts in the moment
hakanai hito kakera What a transient life.

Oto mo naku tsumoru Snow like a light piles up without a sound
Hikari wo atsumete kimi ha warau You gather it an smile
ima donna oto? What does my voice sound like now
kotaeta tte kimi ha mou nani mo kikoenai Even if I reply, you can't hear anything anymore

Ludwig walked into the room with some to deliver the pajamas when he heard Feliciano sing. He knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but there was something about the song that drew to him like a magnet. So he stood hidden in the doorway, listening to nothing but the sound of Feliciano's sweet voice.

kurushii tte itte kure yo Tell me you feel painful
sabishii tte itte kure yo Tell me you are lonely
mukae ni yuku donna toko he mo... I'll find you anywhere
ikanai de yo doko he mo Please don't leave me
oite ka nai de... Please, I beg you

bokura zutto futari de hitotsu darou...? Aren't we sharing one soul?
furitsumoru yuki to tomo ni kieteyuku kimi wo As the snow piles up, you gradually wither
dakishimeru koto shika dekinai yo I can't do anything but hold you tight
kanau nara mou ichido dake kimi no koe ga kikitai If possible, just one more time let me hear your voice
yonde yo... Call out my name.

Flashes of memories struck the German as the song progressed. When he was younger, he was hit by a car and lost all his memories. He used to not think much of it, as he didn't feel he needed his childish sentimentality to slow him down, and that was the end of it. But he began to have flashes from what had to be a long time ago of a little girl with a curl just like Feliciano's singing, painting, eating...
utsuro ttesamayou hitomi ni utsutta hito shizuku Your empty eyes are out of focus, I see a drop in one of them
haiiro no sekai tomatta mamayuki dake ga sotto furisosoguIn the gray world everything is motionless but the snow
tsumetaku natte iku yo You're getting cold
modoranaisono koe Your voice is gone
tokeau koto moyurusarenai We can't even melt each other as one
ore no koe wo kiite Listen to me
yomata waratte yo... Smile to me again
namida saekare hate Having no more tears
kimi no koto tokasenai...I can't melt you with my tears.

kanau nara kono koe subete ubaisatte If possible, take my voice away
itoshii hito he to ataete kudasai and give it to my precious one
kimi ga inai sekai ni tada hitori nokosareru no nara If I'm left to be in a world without you
kono mama... issho ni...Let me wither
kuchite iku yo With you

As the flashes continued, Ludwig came to five realizations. First, he had been absolutely head-over-heels in love with this girl as a kid. Second, the girl he had once loved was actually a boy. Third, said boy was sitting on the balcony singing a song. Fourth, the song the boy was singing was directed to him. And finally, the song meant that the boy that he thought was a girl that he fell in love with thought he was dead. And was in pain because of it. This all led to one big sixth realization. Ludwig was still in love with him.

Aishiteiru tada sore sae ienai mama towa ni I love you, unable to tell you so
tozasarete yuku kimi to no sekai Our world is reaching it's end
sakende mo todokanai yo kimi no koe ha mou... inai How hard I scream, neither your voice nor yourself will come back
AHHHH

Feliciano turned up to the sky and screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks from the bitter memory. Ludwig's heart jumped as he heard Feliciano's sorrowful cry pierce the night. He brought a hand to his cheek and felt a damp liquid roll down his face. He didn't know when he did, but he had started crying sometime in the process.
furitsumoru yuki yo douka furitsudzukete zutto Snow showers, I beg you please don't stop falling
kono mama subete ubaisatte yo And take me away from him
hakanai koe no inochi goto Let everything wither with my miserable voice
kakikeshite subete Let it all

shiroku... White

Ludwig also realized that Feliciano loved him, and still did. So much that he wished that he was dead. It just didn't fit his character! How could someone who happy-go-lucky all the time be so distressed on the inside. If he really loved Feliciano, he should go and tell him right now, that everything was... a big misunderstanding. No, he couldn't, this wasn't some soap opera. All this had happened so quick, and he wasn't exactly ready to go professing his love to someone he barely knew. Well, remembered would be a better word, but regardless, he wasn't Francis, he just couldn't do it. So he did what men having been doing for centuries when faced with having to talk about their emotions. He ran. He would deal with all of this in the morning.

-The morning-

Ludwig woke up at 6:30 sharp as he did every morning, without the aid of an alarm clock, as he was so accustomed to it. He turned over to his other side and glanced briefly at the sleeping brunette next to him, smiling childishly while making quiet little noises with every breath.

'Ah, at least he's smiling again.' Ludwig turned back over closed his eyes for just a little longer, then hit hit him.

"WHAT IS HE DOING IN MY BED!"

That chapter was sort of depressing, but admittedly easy to write. I've struggled with some depressing stuff in the past, despite my cheerful normal disposition. But that's the thing is, that's how a lot of people that are depressed are. It's sort of a mask, you spend so much time putting on this charade that you don't have to deal with how you really feel. It's a common defense-mechanism, like cutting. But the thing is, you just keep those feeling bottled up, and they eventually break free. Now, I'm not saying that Italy is depressed, I just think that he is probably suppressing some long-embedded emotions that he keeps hidden from everyone, even himself in a way. But that is a long story that might be a fanfic for another day. Right now, it is very early in the morning and I should probably get some sleep tonight.

And I promise the next chapter will be happier.