"Ve~" Feliciano cooed, as if he had just been told the most fascinating story ever, and fell into step with his grumpy new friend. His smile widened further. He reminded him a lot of Ludwig, and of Romano, too. Maybe he would yell like they did if he gave him a hug?

"I have important things to do, too," Feliciano stated boldly, and naturally made no move whatsoever to go attend to these matters. He tilted his head and cooed. "Are you a soldier? You move like a soldier." Feli gave another little coo. "Which nation do you serve? I'm Italian." He looked sadly down himself at his dull clothes. "But they lost my uniform, too."