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Tale of the Inheritance of the Hero	By : PilarthelastPillar Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I'm a college student, so that means the only thing I own is the 40, 000 dollar debt that is slowly increasing. So no, I don't own Hetalia or Hetalia characters.

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All right! This chapter was a bit hard to get out, but I made it. Anyway, I want to thank my Beta reader, Picture. In this chapter I learned many grammar lessons such as contractions. Well, as my friend says, "Talk is like a taco without sour cream, which is just waste of my time." so without further ado, here is the fourth chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter Four: The Hidden Village

"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold." - Helen Keller

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After the sweet moment of introductions that Ludwig started to process the name of his new ally.

"Wait," Ludwig said as Feliciano stood to pat dirt off his pants, "did you say Vargas?"

"Si," Feliciano replied happily.

"Do you mean...the Vargas? As in Romanus Vargas? The Legendary swordsman who not only was undefeated, but was able to put down tensions between the wizard and swordsmen clans?"

"Si! Romanus Vargas is my grandfather! Did you know grandpa Roma?" Feliciano's curl bobbed happily. Ludwig's expression turned into shock.

"Ve, Ludwig. Are you ok?" Feliciano started to poke his forehead, wondering what had caused him to go into shock. Continuing to poke Ludwig he asked, "Did you lose too much blood?"

Finally snapping out of it Ludwig slapped Feliciano's hand away.

"Stop that!"

Feliciano flinched and held his hands in front of him all the while mumbling apologies through halfhearted sobs.

"You are the grandchild of Romanus Vargas?" Ludwig mumbled in disappointment. Feliciano stopped apologizing as his head tilted down in shame, his face hidden. Ludwig was going to demand some answers, most of it including it centered on the staff, but he was cut off as Feliciano spoke in a soft but serious voice.

"It used to be the three of us. And I was never alone, even when mother and father disappeared. But then grandfather passed away two years ago. It wasn't so bad because I had my brother, and he had me. And if my brother... isn't around anymore, then I will truly be alone," Feliciano finally lifted his head to Ludwig showing a slightly goofy grin, "So let's go rescue big brother!" Ludwig was taken aback by the drastic mood swing and did nothing but nod. Ludwig stood up shakily, and together they walked.

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"Ve, ve, ve, ve" a strange chant broke the silence as Feliciano and Ludwig walked through the forest, with Feliciano in the lead. Feliciano walked cheerfully with his grandfather's staff swinging by his side. It was mid-morning and they had only slept a few hours due to fear of more attacks from the thieves.

Ludwig's breathes had become shallow, and his legs felt like lead. He stopped to catch his breath as he used a sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow. Feliciano, realizing that his new friend has stopped, turned around to see the problem.

"Ve, does Ludwig need to rest?" Feliciano asked.

"Ja, just for a little bit. We should collect more water before we continue on though." Ludwig answered as he dragged himself to a fallen log that was next to a small stream. Tiredly, Ludwig plopped down as he tried to inspect the bandages, which made his nose crinkled in pain. Caked blood cracked as he lifted the bandage higher and he saw that he was still bleeding.

"If only I had a pot, then I could make pasta!" Feliciano declared as he took off his mud caked shoes and dipped his feet in the water.

"Why pasta?" Ludwig inquired.

"Ve? Why not pasta?" And the Feliciano launched into a long rant of pasta recipes and secret tips of how to get the flavor just right.

The staff laying lying in front of him (forgotten by Feliciano) was now easier seen. And, curiously, Ludwig observed it while tuning Feliciano out. Long mahogany roots twisted around each other from the base and seemed to expand higher as the staff went. At the tip of the staff the wood seemed to bulge as if something was inside but...

"We need to find a village soon, or I'm afraid I won't be able to help you in your journey if I become infected." Ludwig said as he started to eye the staff again. "How many supplies do you have left?"

"Hmm," Feliciano hummed as he scrimmaged through his pack, "Ve, we have no water left and we ate the last loaf this morning." Feliciano held the water jug upside down, showing no water as Ludwig sighed in annoyance.

"This is not good. If we do not find a town soon, I'm afraid my arm will become infected to the point of being useless. Unless..," Ludwig trailed off as he stared at Feliciano with determination, "you can use the staff to heal me."

"Ve?" Feliciano head tilted to the side. Feliciano couldn't understand why Ludwig would ask that question. What would make him think that I am a healer? "You're silly Ludwig. I'm no wizard, nor healer."

"You're...not?" Ludwig said stunned.

"Nope. If I was a wizard, it wouldn't have taken me so long to save you," Feliciano clarified. But Ludwig would not be fooled, even if he was on the verge of banging his head against something in frustration.

"But you did use magic to help us get away from the thieves, am I correct?" Ludwig continued. He would not be lied to. Since morning, something was nagging at Ludwig. He knew that the staff was the reason for their escape. And the amount of light and power... it had to be magic Ludwig concluded. But then, that meant that the idiot he just befriended was...

Feliciano looked over as he noticed Ludwig starring hard at him, "Is there something wrong?"

"Your staff. Where did you get it?" Ludwig asked.

"Oh! It was grandpa's!" Feliciano exclaimed as he lightly splashed water with his feet. "He left it to me and my brother when he passed away. He always had it since I could remember."

A strong wave of fatigued washed over Ludwig, which frightened him. To fight the tiredness, he stood up and decided to collect water. Coldly he turned to Feliciano and commanded.

"We need to keep moving. The faster we find a village, the better."

"Ok!" Feliciano said as he hastily pulled his shoes on again. Ludwig waited for Feliciano as he hugged his arm, trying to put pressure to keep the pain at bay. In no time, they were off again. It was only a matter of minutes when Ludwig had composed a list of questions in his head, ordered in importance. And they were all directed at the small man in front of him.

"Have you ever tried to learn magic?" Ludwig asked.

"Eh?" Feliciano exclaimed as he turned his head back to see Ludwig, "Nope! We have no mages, wizards, gunslingers or anything really in my village. There's only us farmers, so we are a pretty quiet village."

"How about your grandfather and your brother?" Ludwig pressed.

"Grandpa was a swordsman silly! And as for brother," Feliciano paused as he tapped his head with the staff, "well, he certainly is scary when he's angry but I doubt that has to do anything with magic." Feliciano started to swing his staff again as he started to hum a tune.

"Have you seen your Grandfather use the staff for any magic?"

"No." Feliciano started to pout. "Grandfather only used it to go hiking or for long walks. Why are you asking me all of these questions?"

"Because," Ludwig sighed irritably, "you were the one who used magic to save us from the thieves."

"Vee? But I didn't do anything!" Feliciano whined.

"Well then, where did the blinding light come from?"

Feliciano stared blankly at Ludwig as he stopped walking, "From you?"

Ludwig face palmed himself with his good hand, "I'm a swordsman, don't you remember you idiot?"

Feliciano looked at his staff more closely, "But I don't know magic...," Ludwig sighed, and then cringed. A sharp pain went through his leg and he collapsed to the ground with one knee supporting him.

"Ludwig!" Feliciano cried out as he rushed to Ludwig. Ludwig immediately pushed Feliciano to the side and unsheathed his sword.

"Get back!" he commanded. Using the sword, he stood up, "We're not alone." Ludwig stood still, listening until he heard multiple footsteps. If it wasn't for his training, anyone would mistaken the soft steps for rain.

For the first time, Feliciano took in the surroundings. The trees had slowly changed from oak trees to something slimmer and green. Feliciano feebly held his Grandfather's staff defensively in front of him.

Then, barely, Feliciano heard a whipping noise and before he could cry he was tackled to the ground by Ludwig.

"They're in the trees!" Ludwig cried out as he swung his sword with his good hand. A small clink made Feliciano aware that Ludwig had just blocked another attack from above.

"Do something!" Ludwig growled to the little Italian as he briefly spotted two more glints (daggers, his mind told him) and he successfully blocked them. Ludwig struggled for breath when he turned to Feliciano for help.

"Right!" Feliciano shouted as he reached into his pocket and fumbled with his staff for a moment. Feliciano stood in front of Ludwig.

This is it! Ludwig thought. He's going to bring forth his magic. He's going to-

All thought was wiped out at the sight of Feliciano swinging his staff in front of him with a white flag tied to it. And if Ludwig squinted, he could see writing that spelled out:

"We surrender"

Ludwig could have died in shame. Instead he decided to yell.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Ludwig's accent became thicker as his temple started to throb.

With Ludwig's attention focused on Feliciano, he was not able to see the dark shadow that came from behind. Ludwig's breath was knocked out as the dark shadow attacked. Ludwig crumbled to the ground as his vision went dark. Feliciano turned; before he could plea for his life a bag swiftly came over his head as well, turning his world into darkness.

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When Feliciano finally came to, he realized he could not see. Feeling the fabric on his face made him conclude that there was a bag over his head. When he tried to move, he felt himself being bonded to something. The darkness did not help Feliciano's fear and he panicked when soft whispers could be heard.

"Hello? Please don't hurt me. Who's there?" Feliciano called out. Immediately, the whispers stopped. Feliciano felt the bag moving and was suddenly faced with sunlight. Feliciano blinked furiously trying to adjust his eyes. Eventually he was faced with at least twenty foreign faces.

Feliciano couldn't help but stare. These people were nothing he had ever seen before. The strange group of people all stared at him with blank, dark eyes. They all had identical black hair and beautiful pale skin. The hairstyles seemed to be the only thing different, because even their clothes were the same. Black clothes covered everything, especially their faces. Then a younger man and an older man stepped in front of Feliciano. These two men had different attire and Feliciano tilted his head in confusion as to why they were wearing dresses.

"It is not you who should be questioning us, young one," a voice cut through Feliciano's thoughts. The voice belonged to the older man who looked forty. His dress was white, with a black sash.

"Who are you and why have you trespassed our land?" the strange man continued.

"My name is Feliciano Vargas and I do not mean any harm to you," Feliciano said earnestly.

"Then what brings you here if you mean no harm?" the man questioned. Feliciano's fear started to rise again. The twenty men in black were all staring at him with such blank expressions that it was hard for Feliciano to think straight.

"Please, my friend and I were attacked by thieves and we became lost. We were only trying to find the closet town to heal my friend," Feliciano pleaded, but then realized since he had awoken, he had not seen his new friend, "Where is my friend, Ludwig?"

Ignoring Feliciano's question, the older man turned to the younger man in the dress that stood silently next to him.

"Kiku chan. Tell me my son, is he telling the truth?"

Kiku silently turned his attention towards Feliciano who stilled. Feliciano observed the soft features of Kiku's face and delicate form that was wrapped in a black dress that seemed to bring out Kiku's pale skin. But it was the eyes that fascinated Feliciano. They seemed to bore into him to the point where Feliciano thought his soul was quivering. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Kiku turned away from Feliciano and back towards the older man.

"He is telling the truth." Kiku stated softly. "Father, may I converse with you?"

And so the two men turned their backs on Feliciano as they slipped into their native tongue. Feliciano sighed in relief of knowing he was not going to be killed, but he was still worried. Where is Ludwig? he thought.

Finally the two men turned to him again, their faces still solemn.

"We have decided. You will be granted permission for a temporary stay," the older man announced.

"And what about my friend? Where is he?" Feliciano demanded.

"He is greatly wounded. He is in the healing ward. You and your friend will stay together in the guest house until he is healed, and you may go," Kiku responded calmly. He then turned to the twenty men.

"Honda-san, Niku-san. Please escort Feli-chan to the healing ward," Kiku commanded as two men in black stepped forward.

Feliciano was released from the pole and lightly grabbed by the arms as the two men placed the sack over his head again and lead him away. When the sack was lifted, he found himself in a small room with a heavy scent of herbs and spices. When he turned around the two men were nowhere to be found, but instead he found Ludwig on the floor.

"Ludwig!" Feliciano ran over to him as he inspected his arm. Bandages covered his entire arm, along with his torso and leg. Feliciano, feeling lost concerning what to do, stared at the sleeping form of Ludwig. His face was peaceful with no frown or stern eyes staring out. Finally, making up his mind, Feliciano picked up the blanket on the ground and covered Ludwig gently. With no cloak, pack, or his Grandfather's staff, Feliciano curled up beside Ludwig, willing himself to sleep.

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Next Time:

As Ludwig is slowly healing, a new character steps into the picture. Who could it be? Stay tuned for chapter five.

Side note:

Its 1:30am tomorrow morning and I have a midterm today. FML.
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