Feli looked up at the patient question, nodding in response. He finally finished placing the last few bits of china back in their place, sending a small smile towards Holy Rome. He nearly swooned as Holy Rome took his basket, heart fluttering like there were a thousand butterflies trapped inside it. Holy Rome was such a gentleman! He was kind, and so caring, and he knew the other boy could see the blush staining his cheeks but he didn’t care. He was so lucky.
Slowly, gently, he took the offered hand. He smiled as those warm digits curled around his, relishing the fluttery feeling it gave him. Holy Rome’s hands were slightly cooler than his, but he didn’t mind. It was nice, and anyway his hand always felt warm and tingly when it touched Holy Rome anyways. If he had to guess, it was what happened when you were in love, along with the fluttery tummy and red cheeks.
He looked around as well, frowning slightly. He couldn’t see anybody… But they always had to be careful. He didn’t put it past one of the servants to try and gain favour by ratting them out to Austria if he saw a slave holding hands with a noble born. “I can’t see anyone. You’re so sweet Holy Rome, like a knight in shining armour! You’re so brave going up against Mr Austria, I could never do that!”
THE COUNTRY FOUND THE OTHER’S statement sort of out of the question. speaking up to austria? that was uncalled for! he was an elder. he was taught at a very, very young age to never talk back to elders. his wrists were bruised if he dared, and his hair would be tugged as he would be dragged to his room. he learned fast not to backtalk any of his leaders. especially if they were nobility. even if, the empire talks to the kingdom on a daily basis, concerning the controversies and the church. he needed to hear opinions from him too, even if he was just as biased as everyone else.
YET AN IDEA OF A SLAVE TALKING BACK to austria was uncalled for. though they were punished rather brutally, they were given food, care, love, and shelter. he has seen austria on multiple occasions show sympathy for those who desperately need it. and holy rome would do the same, so long as the slaves don’t act up. the empire loved italy, truly, he did. he had never seen a young woman so beautiful, and nobody had swept him further away from his demons than she did.
❝ --- Well, you shouldn’t anyway. You’re a slave, and you’d only
get punished by him if you did. But... since I... since we’re
trying to go out to eat, I can talk to him f o r you. ❞
AFTER TAKING ONE PEEK AROUND, HE nodded and began walking along further in the territory. he kept a good grip on the basket as they walked across. the long grass got smashed underneath their boots, and only the wind would make their footprints go away. their destination was under the tree down the river. when he was walking in nature to release tension, the holy roman empire noticed it. and as his mind wandered, he couldn’t help but imagine the girl laughing as they sat underneath it together.
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