Dying!Italyxreader - I'll find you again

You were stressed out. You'd been fired from your job,and couldn't bear breaking the news to your partner,Feliciano. He was a spunky and hyper man,even though he was 20 years old. Your boss was an absolute idiot,and you hated him to your wits end,and even though you were out of the hellish job,you needed money. Italy's pasta diet was not a cheap diet, and Feliciano was pretty incapable of most things sometimes. The mere thought of trudging back into the wilderness of job hunting seemed more of a task than a 60 mile marathon.

You briskly opened the door,before losing any hope you had of breaking the news. Feliciano would try to get a job,you'd protest and an argument would break out.

And sure enough ,it did. Feli protested about his working abilities,and your tongue being very sharp you insulted the innocent man many, many times. Italy's voice was no match for yours,as you mostly exchanged bitter words in the argument while Italy tried to fight back.

"You're incapable of doing most jobs,Feli! Can't you see that? You'll end up flirting with half of the girls on job, or losing it on your first day!"You cried, voice strong in anger as the walls literally shook.

"I had many jobs,(y/n). You just never got to see them. If you saw them you'd be proud - you really would!"Italy protested,his tiny voice squeaking like a mouse next to your lion voice.

"Don't lie Feli,you lived with Ludwig before. He did all the work, and in return you just cooked and did the chores."You shot back."If you did get a job, it would have to be simple! And simple doesn't pay bills, Feliciano!"

"I don't care if we're poor,as long as we're together is all I want!"Feliciano cried,running up to hug you,but you pushed him away.

"Get off! Don't hug me until you become a real man!"You cried,your strong elbow hitting him in the stomach,causing him to fall. His grip loosened, and when he fell with a thud you gasped.

"I'm so-"You then held yourself back,as the Italian boy got up, and walked out,a hurt expression on his face as you stood there,consoling yourself with your thoughts.

He'll be alright. He'll come back eventually.You assured yourself, sitting down,reading though something you found on your desk.

It looked horribly like a note,scrunched up to make it look like a scrap piece of paper,not meant to be read and meant to be tossed. Unravelling it,the paper making crisp sound as the folds of it were gently folded back to their original state. Reading over it,your eyes wavered. You recognized the handwriting.

My caro amore will be home soon. I'm happy about our life right now. She hates her job but knows I mess up sometimes. She's such a pretty and strong lady, I wish one day we could get married!

You could practically feel how Feliciano had violently scribbled out some parts,which could still be read. He obviously was in the middle of writing it as you got home. Getting up,  you felt guilty about what you did. Of course, the man was particularly weak, not good at anything sometimes, and high maintenance. But, he was your boyfriend. A devoted one,too. While past boyfriends you had were mean, controlling, or even cheated, Feliciano was different. Although he lacked in physical strength, and was terrible at comebacks, he'd try his best. Even though he knew he couldn't win sometimes, he'd try his best. Although it sometimes did nothing, or made things worse, he couldn't help it. Feeling resentful about the mean things you'd said to the poor boy, you once again mustered up the courage to find him.

Expecting to see him crying outside of the door, surprisingly he wasn't there.

He couldn't of gone far. You frantically thought, thinking the worst. It was like torture thinking out what could've happened to the weak soul. Your breathing became erratic as you panicked, before trying to calm yourself down. Going back in the house, you grabbed a coat, because if he wasn't there he'd obviously gone somewhere,and probably far.

The winter breeze hit you like a slapped cheek, for it was very chilling. You squinted your eyes,as the wind continuously blew in them. You tried to think of where the Italian would go. Ludwig's house? No, that's far too obvious. Keeping in mind he's not happy with you.

Your feet made gentle noises as the soaked ground gently transferred the rain onto the bottom of your sole, the ground becoming more slippy.

As you struggled to keep balance, you could make out a few figures standing there. One of their faces very familiar.

"Feli!"You cried,sprinting as fast as you could, before the slipperiness of the floor made your feet give way,as you smacked your chin on the floor violently. Tilting your head up to look at Italy,you noticed him give a sigh,before smiling brightly at you. That smile melted your heart rights to it core. That smile that you fell in love with.

"Step away from him miss,unless you want your brains blown out!"A guy yelled. Tall in stature,with blonde hair and grey eyes, he looked pretty normal. That is, until you noticed he had a gun in his hands.

"N-no! Don't!" You cried,as your heart rate increased, fear surging through you like a mass murder to the media. You ran up to the guy holding the gun, violently grabbing the muscular hand with all the force you could master. He shot you in the arm as you winced, falling to his feet. With that, Feliciano sprang to his feet, as you could see a expression you'd never seen before.

"Feli,what are you doing! Stay down!"You cried. Feliciano turned to you, flashing a grin, your eyes forming tears.

With that,Feli had punched the man dead in the face. Then panic took over Feliciano, as he fell to his knees. He had really punched someone, something he'd never done before. Sure, he'd been in verbal fights, but had never fought someone, not even as a kid. The white flag wouldn't work this time. Slowly,the man standing before him wiped his chin, now pouring with blood from his nose. Withdrawing his gun, the gun made a click sound.

Bang.

You covered your ears and squinted your eyes shut,as you screeched internally. Your boyfriend was on the floor. The man simply walked away,as you started screaming,and he started running,too far for you to catch him,since you knew your fate.

Feliciano laid sprawled across the pavement,the silent street leaving only you and Feliciano. Gently lifting the limp body into your arms, you lightly hugged him.

"la mia bella..."He breathlessly cried,wincing at the growing pain coming from the wound. He'd been shot in the chest, leaving him with a vital few minutes to get out his last words.

"Feli,I don't care what happened,I'm just sorry!"You cried,hugging the Italian man,who had a distant smile on his face, silently nodding, no sound escaping from his mouth. You tightly encased his hands in yours, hope in your face that he'd survive.

"I see,(y/n)..."He said,his arms becoming wrapped around your neck. Tears were cascading down your face like a waterfall."If i'm born again,no matter how far away I am..."

By now,your eyes were puffy as he wrapped his arms around your neck.

"...I'll find you." He said, a grin shakily making its way across his face, before his arms became limp, and the partner you knew was there no more, his eyes gazing off into space. Gently closing them with your hands, you silently cried into what was now the corpse of your long gone lover. You had nothing.

No job, no money and now no Feliciano. You still had no clue to why it happened,but was sure Feliciano died trying to be the man you doubted he could be.

Unbeknownst to you,that fateful day,he was brave. And although you'd never know what he'd done, and many of his and your friends were genuinely heartbroken, he lived on.

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You thought you had nothing,until a few months later. He did live on in form of a son. Almost identical. In personality, looks and everything, as if he knew,and wanted something there to take his place while he was finding you.


"I wish Feli could see this."You said,on a warm summer night. It wasn't a special night, just a night. You watched the stars.

"Mamma!"Cried your son,his hair curl bobbing. You turned to your son."I got all these dandelions! Isn't that the stuff herbs are made of when you make pasta?"

His curious amber eyes gazed into your (e/c) ones,as you started crying.

"You're not crying over daddy again,are you?"The little boy asked,his eyes wide with confusion as he hugged your leg.

"N-no,I'm not."You said. Turning back, The Italian boy's best friend had visited. He'd grown a strong bond with your son,who you named Felix,which you thought was similar to Feliciano. You were pretty sure Felix thought he was his dad at first until you'd shown him pictures of Feliciano,which astounded him.

"So,How is he doing?"Asked the blue eyed German,handing you a bouquet and hugging the little boy as he approached. You and Ludwig had bonded alot after Feliciano's sudden murder, due to the fact he'd been around Feliciano for quite a long time. Many people would try and pair you up, but you didn't want to. Atleast,you didn't know yet. You were sure it was out of kindness but still wanted to wait for Feliciano, but you want what Feliciano wanted,which conflicted in your mind as you tried to think about his wants in your thoughts.

"Just great..."You said tearfully. Slowly,Kiku entered as he bowed towards you, popping cat ears on the infant's head, as the little boy let out an adorable giggle. Kiku proceeded to take the toddler out of the room, promising that if he was good he'd buy Pretz for him. Germany eventually followed,as you were left in the room all by yourself.

You still had flashbacks of that day from time to time, his words haunting your mind alot. You never caught the mystery murderer, even though hunts were conducted. You silently looked up into the night sky,the fireflies having a salsa night as the summer night's air reassured you. You gently sighed.

If i'm born again,no matter how far away I am... You heard Feli's voice say in your head. As your eyes started welling up,you finished the sentence.

"I'll find you."You cried through tears.