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A young man was sitting on the ground as he looked up at the dark sky. It was snowing, which was something he wasn't used to all that much. It would snow sometimes in Venice, but not as much as it was in Stuttgart. Feliciano Vargas was worried about the war he was taking part of. Volunteering to be in the military would have been the last thing he'd do, but he loved his country, and would do anything to protect it, even if it meant becoming a soldier. Plus, he had nothing else to do. Funds were getting low and the boy couldn't take care of himself anymore. Feliciano lowered his head and removed the helmet he was forced to wear. He hated that

Italy hadn't thought about her in a while. It must have been years since he even thought about the girl he had a crush on when he was little. She had bright blue eyes and long blonde hair that was always pulled up in a braided bun. Most of the time she'd wear a black cloak or a long black dress. She never seemed to like the dress. The girl was always nervous around little Italy, which he didn't understand why. A little while after the two started living in the same house, just the sight of him would make her face burn. The first thing she ever told him was that she didn't understand why he wore a green dress. "You're a boy, aren't you?" she

Prologue: The Village's Secret Deep in a forest where few have traveled, sits a village with a small population. The village was founded by eight men, Alfred, Arthur, Francis, Ludwig, Feliciano, Ivan, Yao, and Kiku. They had all left their individual villages in search of adventure. Instead, they found themselves lost in the forest where they decided to settle down. They didn’t get along most of the time, but their teamwork was unexplainable. The more the village grew in development, the more people came to settle down in the village. Siblings of the eight founders were the first people to arrive. It was a remarkable event that in such

I was a high school exchange student in Berlin when I met Ludwig. He caught my attention for the first time when I was giving a presentation in his English class; a couple of his classmates were being disruptive. My German wasn't as good as it could have been, and every time I'd make a mistake, they would snicker. I was almost to the point where I would burst into tears, but before I could, Ludwig slammed his hands on his desk and shouted to them, "Haltet die Fresse!" The room was dead quiet until he cleared his throat, looked right at me and said in a strong accent, "I'm sorry. I just found it disrespectful of them. Please continue." I appr