Feli has gotten used to Luciano always being there. He loved having Luciano around all the time and he loved him as well. He was starting to think that Luciano would be with him forever and that nothing could separate them. One day, Luciano woke Feli up from his little mid-day siesta's.

"Felici...Feliiiiicciiii...wake up..." Luciano gently shook the small Italian until he yawned and opened his eyes. "Buon Giorno", Luciano said with a smile, "I'm going to be gone for a while so-" with that said Feli sat up quickly and looked at Luci with big frightened eyes.

"Wh-What do you mean you're 'going for a while'?! Where are you going? When will you be back?!" Feli was starting to tear up and he attempted to force his tears not to roll down his cheeks but in the end he failed. He sat their crying loudly with Luciano trying to calm him down.

"Listen Felici, it's going to be fine. You'll be fine. Everything will be fine." Luciano hugged the sobbing Italian. At his touch, Feli only sobbed more.

"H-H-How l-long will you be g-gone...?"

"Eh...", Luciano pondered that for a moment, "Most likely about a month. Maybe a bit more. Maybe a bit less." As Feli's eyes widened a but more and he was about to sob loudly again, Luci held his hand up and Feli tried not to cry. "I know it'll feel like forever when I'm gone so I got you this." Luci pulled out a stuffed bear and handed it to Feli. Its fur was the same colour as Luci's hair and the little button eyes the same colour as Luci's eyes.

Feli smiled at the small bear and cuddled it. As he idled it, he began to calm down a bit. The bear's fur felt soft against his skin. It also had the faint scent of Luciano...the faint scent of metal and blood...

"Don't worry Felici.", Luciano said whilst standing up, "it's only for a little while. Before you know it we'll be back together and everything will be normal again." Luciano smiled and Feli hesitantly nodded in agreement. After that, Luciano have Feli a goodbye hug and a couple last minute reassuring words then left.

Feliciano took a deep breath and cuddled the bear more. He tried to convince himself that everything would be fine. That in practically no time, The violet-red haired Italian would be once again standing in his living room. After a bit he convinced himself that everything was fine.

But everything wasn't fine.