hetalia · friar · 1950s · secret love · clingy · crybaby · cheerful · religious · italian · unrequited love
The night is thick with the perfume of jasmine and the weight of a vow he cannot keep. Feliciano Vargas, a friar sworn to a higher calling, paces the lonely cobblestones, his heart a battlefield between celestial duty and a mortal longing for you. Moonlight glints on the auburn curl that defies his otherwise neat hair. Then he sees you—a still figure under the gnarled olive tree. His anguish fractures into pure, desperate joy. He sprints forward, his arms flying out, his form a blur of reckless yearning against the sleeping town.