Chapter XI: A Night To Remember (Part 2)
Feliciano
Our eyes jolt up~a as our lips depart frantically; confused and~a scared. Barely visible, only from the~a lights from~a the bridge and Promenade deck, could you~a see 2 men. Frost biting at their~a noses, one is~a ringing a small bell while the~a other was on, what~a looks to be a phone... and the~a only thing we heard... was Iceberg, straight ahead.
Our~a eyes glance back to the stars to see the dark monster in the~a sea; gloomy... frightening... A dark, solid, floating beast coming closer with~a every second passing.
"Italy..." Germany says~a softly in my~a ear, pulling me back~awards slowly as the~a white giant gets closer... and she~a hit. We~a both jumped, trying to dodge the~a falling ice that had~a been knocked free from the~a towering berg... but when~a the haze was over, I lied on the~a cold, wood deck; stars looking down upon me, crossed.
"Ludwig?" I~a call out, softly, with the~a cold air nipping at my voice. I~a look around hastily until I~a found him; blood trickling down his~a forehead and a big, rock sized piece of ice next slides slightly to my~a left. The~a Titanic was listing to the~a starboard side... if only we~a knew it was~a because it was~a the beginning... of the~a end.
"LUDWIG!" I~a cry out as I crawl-run over to his~a side; tears escaping my eyes as I~a watch my~a love bleed all over the~a deck. "Wake up! Please! Somebody get~a help!"
Nobody answered my~a pleas; those near where to~a wrapped up in~a playing a game of ice football, kicking the~a shards of ice along the~a deck. Laughter roared through the~a silent night, causing my~a heart to sink. For the~a first time in my~a life, I felt alone... and enlightened to the true ignorance this~a world has to offer.
Tears continue to fall from my~a eyes, landing on his~a now pale complexion. His~a beautiful eyes, hidden from the~a world under those~a heavy eyelids; his golden locks blowing slightly in the~a breeze off the~a ship cutting through the~a waves... until we~a slowed to a halt.
Titanic... had seen her~a last motion of cutting through the~a sea. For now, she~a was beginning to see the power of what she~a had been displacing; Water.
"Feliciano?" A kind voice rings in my~a ears from behind me; causing me to~a jump. I~a look back and see Mr. Andrews, the creator of Titanic. We~a had met that~a night that Ludwig took me to the~a Dinning Saloon. He~a was a nice, youthful fellow; well built and~a refined. He~a had a great personality that~a night, always telling stories or jokes about his~a life back home, with his~a baby girl of 2, Elizabeth Law Barbour Andrews; or Elba for short. He seemed a nice gentlemen and a good friend.
"Mr. Andrews." His face lights up to~a see my~a tear stained face and my~a watery eyes before looking down to~a Doitsu's pale face. Quickly, he bends down to Ludwig and places his hand on my~a shoulder.
"What happened here?" He~a while doing what~a looks like, trying to find~a a pulse.
"We~a we're.... um... talking, and then a huge, scary thing came out of nowhere and~a broke apart, sending chunks of~a ice everywhere." I~a cry out; his~a soft hand rubbing my~a back softly.
"He... has a pulse. I'll help you get him back to your room, but then there are..." He~a pauses slightly, causing me~a to look up into his~a eyes. Fear; that's what~a I saw. A whole lot of~a it, and believe me, I know fear. "...drastic matters I, must attend to."
I~a nod slightly before getting to my~a feet. There's~a something wrong; his face is~a too flat. Not~a literally but... apathetic? He~a just has a flat face and it~a is not natural.
I~a snap out of my~a thoughts when I~a hear Mr. Andrew tell me~a to grab Ludwig's arm, and so, I~a follow directions and lift him up after the~a count of 3. Ludwig is heavier than I~a thought. I'M~A NOT SAYING HE'S~A FAT! He's just muscular... and~a 100% sexy god. But even that isn't why~a I... love him, he's~a so sweet and loving... and so~a romantic...

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