Thanks for reading and enjoy…hetalia don't belong to me!

Something burned like an iron on the back of his mind; the American quickly opened his eyes a looked at all the directions he could. Shaking the thought out of his mind his sight goes directly to the polish boy reading some documentaries that came along with the package, cursing under his breath. He opened his mouth, but his words didn't come. He paused and then placed his hand on the shoulder of the boy in front of him.

"Feliks, I though you knew Russian?"

He quickly turned his face and frown. He stared at him for few seconds before his green eyes shined on the floor. All these tapes swirl around his mind just to find a reply; a valid answer. He caressed his blond hair a few times; his fingers playing with the white papers on his lap. He took a deep sigh and looked at the American blue eyes that were full of curiosity; they always are.

"I refused to learn and don't ask me why"

The Italian sitting on the distance smiled, without reason; perhaps deep in his mind he knew something was going on, but he didn't ask, he just clenched his hands on the radio. Alfred rolled his blue eyes before standing, he wanted to know and they are friends after all, he thinks he have the rights to know. They have been close during these past months, running, hiding and even though for him is a bad thing, stealing. The last thing both did together was rescuing Feliciano from the hands of an Austrian.

"Why?"

Keeping his vibe down, Feliks throws the papers to a side and stands. When he reached the stairs he turned back to lock his sight with Alfred's; rising his hand he tried to say just few words that were on his mind, but he nibble his bottom lip and gave his back to the American and shakes his head in a 'no' twice.

Confuse, Alfred looked to the Italian that only shrugged. When the boy was about to say something else to Feliks he heard the sound of the falling rain and door closing.

So many questions and doubts, yet not the right time for enlighten them…

Outside Feliks crossed his arms and shivered a little before he rested against a wall. He looked up at the vast place known as sky and a single tear fell from his eye, but it was being dressed by the drops of cold water falling on his pale face.

"I want..." he closed tight his emerald eyes as tears continued down their trail.

Tasting bittersweet tears as they fall on the silver pavement he kneels down; one hand on his golden hair and the other one on his mouth. Slowly letting his eyes to see his surroundings he stares at a shadow standing in front to him. Wide-eyed he stands and fear crawled, running down his spine. Quivering he gives two step backs.

Those childhoods memories…don't belong to him…the real owner is his friend, but still on his mind, scratching the surface of his skin…memories never looked to alive.

He feign brave and swallows his tears rubs his eyes and smiled. Too much types of feeling unraveling inside, rage, hate…and, somehow, thankful? He feels a hand curling on his arm, he writhe, unable to lighten himself from him. He prove to be smarter that his two friends and him.

"I'm your shadow…" the man whispers; his amethyst eyes are a mix of strength and abandon.

I know is short, but I'm trying my best! Thanks!