Feliciano sat on the cliff; his eyes shut and legs crossed. He breathed slow but deep breaths. The cool wind of the mountains that would give anyone frostbite in seconds hit him but he barely felt it. It was more akin to a summer's breeze. The cliff cracked every so slightly the more time seemed to pass. Despite all the discomfort, he was comfortable. The most he had ever been.

He took one last deep breath and opened his eyes. The image of off-white carpet stared back at him. He realized his hunched over, cross-legged position and moved to be more comfortable. His body was languid despite the ache in his joints. He laid himself down on the carpet and looked at the ceiling.

A beat of silence and he was a sobbing mess. No amount of meditation could calm his soul; only his body. He was like a lemon being sucked dry for juice with the amount of tears that came about. Eventually, the ceiling came back into focus again. A pleasant wave of calm overcame him. He let himself drown in the feeling with a smile.

He pulled himself up to stand, almost falling over in the process. Once on his feet, he made his way to the door. Open and shut and he was going upstairs into the outside world again. Tear stained face and all. He was greeted to the sunlight from a window. He squinted trying to see past it. The voices quickly filled his ears like music. Despite only spending a night down there, it had felt like a lifetime and he missed the sound of another person in that lifetime.

He followed the voices and found the sight of Alfred watching over Toris in the living room. Toris looked sick laying on the couch. Alfred stiff with concern. It felt like natural sight, one best not to bother.

Feliciano simply turned around and found himself exploring the empty hall. He found the dining room set like a painting. He was almost afraid to step in. Then he heard a voice step in from the other entrance connected to the kitchen. He stepped back to hide and peeked around the corner.

"If I were Feli, where would I be?" He saw Lovino mumbling to himself, pacing back and forth. The worry was clear as day on his face. Feliciano was tempted to answer the question but stopped himself. He opted instead to turn back around. Back over to the living room, Alfred and Toris had disappeared. He sighed a small breath of relief and continued through. He made his way out the backdoor and onto the porch. The sun hit him harder and near blinded him.

He was quick to spot the campfire despite the sun. He took a few steps forward. The creek of the wood quiet beneath his feet as if it were a much needed massage for the planks.

He felt the sense of someone behind him and instinct took over. Almost instantly, he turned around and held up an imaginary knife to Alfred's neck. Alfred could only blink in pure confusion. Feliciano was quick to realize the silliness of his action and straightened up, pulling his arm away.

"You good dude?" Alfred raised a brow.

"Yes," Feliciano quickly answered with a crooked smile. "Sorry about that."

"It's alright, I totally get it." Alfred politely smiled. "I take it that the room helped."

"Yes!" Feliciano enthusiastically answered. His energy surging back into his body in seconds. "I really needed that."

"I'm glad." Alfred rummaged through his pocket. "You know, your brother's looking for y-"

"I know."

"Go talk to him, he's freaking me out babbling like a maniac in there. I already have enough to worry about." He slipped out the box of cigarettes.

"Is Toris alright?"

"He's just needs a good nap." He sighed, slipping of the few remaining cigarettes from the box. "Now get to Lovi." Feliciano nodded before sliding past him and back inside.

Alfred breathed a lengthy sigh. He pulled the lighter out from deep in his pocket, switching it out with the box. Quick to light it, he slipped the lighter back in his pocket. A migraine pulsed in his head. The damn stress of Toris getting sick was really the cherry on top to this hell of a week. It was only two more days but it felt like a lifetime. He honestly didn't know if he would make it.

His eyes flicked to the circle by the campfire. Not much a conversation seemed to be happening over there. He released the tension in his muscles as well at the smoke from his lungs. He finally had a moment to relax.

"You really need to stop lying to me." He stiffened right back up at the sound of Toris' voice behind him.

"What do you mean?" Alfred turned around, pulling the cigarette from his lips.

"Where was Feliciano?"

"Don't worry about it. I was just trying to help him out."

"Where was he?" Toris said more forcefully, crossing his arms and frowning.

"Don't worry about it." Alfred repeated. "I thought you needed some rest."

"I would have if Feliciano and Lovino would stop screaming at each other." The irritation bled into everything about Toris. "So, I'll ask again, where were you hiding Feli?"

"Don't pry for answers you don't need."

"He runs his mouth like a dog at the knock of the door."

"Toris." Alfred spoke sternly. "It's none of your business."

"It must be pretty damn great being able to say that without consequence." Toris frowned before backing back into the house. The metal of the back door shut loudly.

Toris slowly but surely made his way up to Alfred's room. A headache pounding at him with large hammers as a result of the Italian brothers downstairs. Despite this, he knelt down by the bed, grabbed his suitcase, and headed to the drawers. Organization didn't matter, he simply shoved what he could in the suitcase. Once everything he had brought was in, he zipped it up and picked it off the bed. He may have been acting irrationally. As if his actions or opinions really mattered, though.

He was out the front door when Alfred stopped him. The man had grabbed his arm, pulling him from going any further forward. He turned sharply, attempting to pull his arm away. A fruitless effort considering Alfred's strength over his own.

"What you doing?" Alfred asked.

"Don't pry for answers you don't need." Toris mocked his earlier words.

"So you're just going to leave for no reason?"

"As if I really did much here. I've done nothing but serve you like you're some kind of king." Alfred's grip faltered and Toris' arm was freed. "I'm sick of being treated like a servant damn it! I thought you knew that."

"I do know that!"

"Then fucking act like it!" Out of the corner of his eye he could see two others watching them doing a terrible job of hiding. He couldn't really bring himself to care all that much. "I have to tolerate not only them but you too. Your actions are far more unpredictable than any of them could ever be. It's like caring for a child!"

"How are you going to get out of here?"

"I'll walk."

"With your health?"

"As if you care." Alfed grasped Toris' arm again and pulled him closer. He used his other hand to lay on his cheek. He leaned into a kiss. A few seconds and Tori's pulled away, using a hand to push Alfred away from him. He didn't dare to break eye contact though. "For once, give me a break."