Literature
APH- Stay By Me
“Ve… so tired…”
Feliciano Vargas trudged into his bedroom. It had been a long, hard day of military training, and his delicate frame wasn’t accustomed to all the exercise Ludwig put him through. He just wasn’t as strong as his German ally, and it depressed him sometimes. He had inherited many traits from Grandpa Rome, like his aesthetic sense and his charm. But only if I had his strength, the tired Italian thought, I wouldn’t be so tired all the time.
The smooth aftertaste of an Italian dinner filled his dry, empty mouth. For a few moments, the brunette stared emptily at the ceiling, eyelids droop