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Pewdie and Cry made their way to the stand, tickling and shoving each other the whole way. Cry chortled as he steadied himself, shooting a playful glare at Pewdie.
“Touch me again, and I swear-“ his words were cut short and Pewdie poked his shoulder and shook his head.
“Alright, fine, I won’t. Now… Are you sure you want a hotdog? They’re pretty different…” He hummed in slight warning.
Cry rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses with a nod. “Of course. Can’t be that different…” he murmured, as Pewdie took his arm and led him across the street carefully and towards a small, trailer like building.
People were lined up in front of it, the smells of food wafting out. Cry grinned and nudged Pewdie. “This looks just like America. I’ll be fine.” He hummed with a chuckle, standing in line. Pewdie grinned and glanced around, pausing at a store.
“… Hang on, I’m gonna go get us some drinks or something.” He said to Cry, waving his hand. “Hurry and get your hotdog and I’ll be right back!” he called, trotting down the street and crossing the road quickly, trying to hurry as to not leave Cry alone for very long.
Pewdie yawned quietly and he pushed open the door with a quiet “ring” from the bell above. He trotted towards the correct aisle, then paused in utter shock.
“… Marzia?” he breathed, making the girl that was supposed to be in Italy look up. She blinked, then smiled, running forward as tears gathered in her eyes.
“Felix! Felix, I was just coming… To see you…” she whimpered, looking up as she paused a foot or so away. “What… What do you mean come and see me? You left me…” Pewdie whispered, running a hand through his hair.
Marzia was the first and last person he had wanted to see, ever. He still loved her a lot, though she left him… Left him, and went.
“I know, Felix… I’m so sorry for leaving, I was just… I don’t know what I was thinking. I love you, Felix.” The Italian girl murmured, inching forward. Pewdie blinked, then glanced down. Cry was now the last person on his mind as he looked at Marzia, extremely hesitant.
“… Okay… I promise, Marzia. I’ll spend more time with you. I love you.” He murmured almost sadly, walking forward and wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her forward, hugging tightly.
“I tried to call, but couldn’t get any signal… So I decided to come and beg you again. I was so stupid to think I could let you go…” Marzia murmured into his chest.
Pewdie gently stroked her hair and sighed, resting his cheek on top of her head. “I know… I thought about you all the time… “ he admitted, and almost felt Marzia smile.
“I did, too. I’m so sorry… You shouldn’t forgive me this easily…” she murmured. Pewdie shrugged and shook his head.
“I can forgive you… I should be apologizing for not paying enough attention to you. I’m sorry, Marzia.” He murmured, leaning down and pushing her chin upward, catching her lips in a soft kiss.
Marzia smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, and Pewdie held her waist tightly. He heard a small thump and quick footsteps behind him, but brushed it off as nothing as he grinned happily, pulling away from Marzia.
He had the love of his life back again.

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Cry ran quickly from the store, a hand over his mouth.
No, it’s not supposed to be like that.
Marzia wasn’t supposed to come back, he and Pewdie were supposed to have dinner tonight, and Cry was supposed to tell him how he felt.
Tears quickly gathered in his eyes as he stood outside on the sidewalk, a hand over his nose and mouth as he felt he was about to puke.
What probably hurt the most was the fact that he told her he loved her. Cry shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he sniffled, and sighed.
He had to face facts… Pewdie and Marzia were made for each other. He just didn’t belong in that mix up… He had gone back to get Pewdie because he couldn’t understand the man taking his order, or so he thought, and went to go find him.
But… He was kissing her. Cry shivered, watching the door for them to come out. “Just shut up, Cry… You’ve had to deal with this for two years… You can deal with it another life time.” He murmured to himself, taking off his glasses and wiping them off carefully.
He blinked once he saw Pewdie and Marzia, his arm around her shoulders as they started leaving. Probably to find him and tell him the “good news”. Cry blinked and acted like he was walking towards them, as the door opened with a quiet ring.
“Y- Oh, Cry, look who it is!” Pewdie grinned, unable to contain his happiness as he motioned towards Marzia.
“Cry? Oh, are you staying with Felix? That’s so sweet to stay with him when he needed it…” Marzia smiled, and Cry tilted his lips up a bit in some sort of smile.
“Heh, yeah… I thought it would be the best thing to do.” He murmured, rubbing his arm. “Oh, Pewds, I uh, couldn’t understand the guy. That’s why I came back... Or, came to find you.” He hummed to Pewdie. Pewdie grinned and chuckled a bit, noticeably happy.
Why couldn’t Cry make him that happy?
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to, bro. Come on… Let’s just head home and eat there, sound good? You can have a hotdog for breakfast.” Pewdie hummed.
Cry forced a smile and nodded, chuckling dryly. He probably couldn’t have eaten anything, anyway, his stomach was twisting horribly.
“Come on.” Pewdie hummed, though his eyes were on Marzia. Cry frowned, that familiar third wheel feeling coming back to him as he trailed slightly behind Marzia and Pewdie as they walked along, chatting and talking like nothing had even happened.
Cry stared at the sidewalk, and glanced over at the park they were at earlier. He dare smile gently, though Marzia’s laughter assaulted his ears and it dropped almost immediately.
Soon they arrived back at Pewdie’s apartment, and the three walked inside, Marzia looking around. “Felix… This place is way too brown and bland.” She commented, hands on her hips. Cry blinked, biting his bottom lip as Pewdie shrugged gently.
“Oh well, I don’t really care about decorating.” He hummed, smiling a bit. He then walked up to Marzia and kissed her gently, smiling.
“I’m going to go take a quick shower. Cry and I were rolling around at the park, earlier.” He chuckled, then disappeared off to the bathroom, leaving Marzia and Cry alone in the living room.

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Cry and Marzia sat in the living room quietly, the sound of water thudding on linoleum sounding out.
“I’m glad you decided to visit Pewdie around this time… I know he was very upset.” Marzia hummed, smiling gently.
Cry blinked and nodded slightly, swallowing. Marzia was such a sweet girl, he shouldn’t be like this. “Ha, yeah… I just thought he would need some sort of support, or friendship. I honestly didn’t expect to see you again…” he murmured, not smiling.
Marzia blinked and shrugged gently, sighing. “I don’t know what was going through my head… I should’ve just stayed and tried to work things out… I’m so dumb for leaving.” She murmured, and Cry grimaced.
“No you’re not… You were just confused.” He hummed quietly, cracking his knuckles. “I really want to thank you for looking out for him. If there’s anything I can do to make you more comfortable until you go home, please, tell me.” She smiled happily.
Leave, that’s what you can do.
“Please, don’t worry. I’m fine how I am.” Cry hummed, and silence over came them for a moment.
“So, Ryan… “
“Just call me Cry.” He hummed quietly, and Marzia blinked. “Right, Cry… How was Felix when you first got here?” she hummed.
Cry hesitated, then sighed gently. “Well… He definitely seemed sadder than usual, less like himself. Though today he seemed pretty happy.” He smiled gently, reminiscing on when they were in the park. It would have been an absolutely wonderful day.
Marzia smiled gently. “That’s good. I’m going to start dinner, okay?” she said, standing and disappearing into the kitchen.
Cry blinked, then sighed and leaned back into the couch, his hands covering his face.
He just wanted to go home already.

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Cry blinked as he heard the shower cut off, and glanced over. Marzia was still in the kitchen, humming quietly to herself.
The door to the bathroom clicked open quietly to the hall, and Pewdie emerged, dressed in fresh clothing, his hair combed neatly to the side, still wet.
“Marzia in the kitchen?” he asked, and Cry nodded a bit. Pewdie fell into a chair and sighed quietly, leaning his hand on his elbow.
“You don’t know how happy I am to have her back, Cry.” He hummed with a smile, and Cry nodded gently, forcing a smile. “I can see how happy you are. It’s nice to see you like this again.” He chuckled quietly. Pewdie blinked and glanced up, grinning.
“It’s nice to feel like this again.” He hummed, and stood slowly with a yawn. “I’m going to go help Marzia in the kitchen.” He told Cry, then walked into the kitchen.
Cry could hear them giggle to each other quietly, the soft sound of lips meeting. Cry put his face in his hands and sighed quietly, sniffing silently.
How was he supposed to be happy when all he ever wanted had to come with this sort of price? Cry rubbed his hands up and down his face, biting his bottom lip.
He wanted to go home so badly, but he knew once he did, Pewdie would probably feel bad, and think he did something wrong, or something.
He didn’t want to put that sort of burden on the Swede.
“Hey, Cry! Dinner’s ready!” Pewdie called, peeking his head out of the kitchen. Cry quickly looked up and smiled a bit, nodding.
“Be right there, Pewds.”

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Dinner passed rather quickly, as Cry ate quietly, only speaking when spoken to and being forced to listen to Marzia tell stories of what she did while in Italy, and Pewdie tell her things, and them simply being happy.
“Oh, I’ll clear the plates, Marzia. It’s the least I could do.” Cry told her with a light smile, pushing her hands gently away as she stood and reached for the dishes.
“O-oh, alright.” She hummed with a smile, as Cry gathered all the plates and cups. He put them into the sink, then turned on the water and started washing as Marzia and Pewdie disappeared down the hall. Pewdie then paused, and trotted back.
“Is it alright if Marzia and I head off to bed?” he asked, which made Cry smile. It showed Pewdie was thinking about him. “Of course it’s alright. I’ll finish the dishes and go to bed, probably.” He hummed. Pewdie frowned and shook his head, waving a hand.
“You don’t have to wash those, really.” He said, but Cry shrugged. “I’ll feel bad if I don’t do at least something for you guys while I’m here. Besides, it’s no bother.” He said, and Pewdie smiled a bit. “Alright… Goodnight, Cry!” Pewdie called, walking down the hall.
“Night, Pewds. Night, Marzia.” Cry called, then continued washing a plate as the door to their bedroom closed. Now the apartment was rather silent, except for the quiet clink of plates and cups, and water when he turned it on. Though, after a little while, Cry paused the water to hear a small, noise. He blinked, staying silent for a minute as he listened.“F-Felix…” He heard Marzia whispered, and his stomach coiled and twisted horribly. He quickly turned on the water again and took a shuddering breath, blocking out any sound that could assault his ears.
No way.
Not while he was here. Cry dried his hands and put one over his mouth, clenching his jaw.
He could hear them.
Cry shuddered, turning off the water and putting the last plate in the rack, then made his way to his bedroom, trying not to sound like the was rushing.
The noises were now plain and he could hear each silent sound, making his stomach lurch. He felt like he was going to puke again, and quickly slipped into his bedroom.
At least now, he didn’t hear them. He sat down on the bed, his face in his hands. When he looked at the clock again, an hour had passed already.
He heard the door to their bedroom click open slowly, and Pewdie’s breathing came to. Cry blinked, squeezing his eyes shut.
No Cry, you can’t do this… You can’t… he thought to himself, but stood slowly and slipped out of his bedroom.
He saw Pewdie in the kitchen, getting a small glass of water. Cry swallowed hard and stepped into the kitchen, Pewdie turning at the sound of his footsteps.
“Oh, what are you doing up, Cry?” Pewdie asked quietly with a gentle smile. Cry didn’t answer, only walked forward. Pewdie blinked and frowned, putting the glass down.
“Cry, what the he-“
His words were cut short, and Cry leaned up and forward, and forced their lips together.

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Pewdie and Cry made their way to the stand, tickling and shoving each other the whole way. Cry chortled as he steadied himself, shooting a playful glare at Pewdie.
“Touch me again, and I swear-“ his words were cut short and Pewdie poked his shoulder and shook his head.
“Alright, fine, I won’t. Now… Are you sure you want a hotdog? They’re pretty different…” He hummed in slight warning.
Cry rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses with a nod. “Of course. Can’t be that different…” he murmured, as Pewdie took his arm and led him across the street carefully and towards a small, trailer like building.
People were lined up in front of it, the smells of food wafting out. Cry grinned and nudged Pewdie. “This looks just like America. I’ll be fine.” He hummed with a chuckle, standing in line. Pewdie grinned and glanced around, pausing at a store.
“… Hang on, I’m gonna go get us some drinks or something.” He said to Cry, waving his hand. “Hurry and get your hotdog and I’ll be right back!” he called, trotting down the street and crossing the road quickly, trying to hurry as to not leave Cry alone for very long.
Pewdie yawned quietly and he pushed open the door with a quiet “ring” from the bell above. He trotted towards the correct aisle, then paused in utter shock.
“… Marzia?” he breathed, making the girl that was supposed to be in Italy look up. She blinked, then smiled, running forward as tears gathered in her eyes.
“Felix! Felix, I was just coming… To see you…” she whimpered, looking up as she paused a foot or so away. “What… What do you mean come and see me? You left me…” Pewdie whispered, running a hand through his hair.
Marzia was the first and last person he had wanted to see, ever. He still loved her a lot, though she left him… Left him, and went.
“I know, Felix… I’m so sorry for leaving, I was just… I don’t know what I was thinking. I love you, Felix.” The Italian girl murmured, inching forward. Pewdie blinked, then glanced down. Cry was now the last person on his mind as he looked at Marzia, extremely hesitant.
“… Okay… I promise, Marzia. I’ll spend more time with you. I love you.” He murmured almost sadly, walking forward and wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her forward, hugging tightly.
“I tried to call, but couldn’t get any signal… So I decided to come and beg you again. I was so stupid to think I could let you go…” Marzia murmured into his chest.
Pewdie gently stroked her hair and sighed, resting his cheek on top of her head. “I know… I thought about you all the time… “ he admitted, and almost felt Marzia smile.
“I did, too. I’m so sorry… You shouldn’t forgive me this easily…” she murmured. Pewdie shrugged and shook his head.
“I can forgive you… I should be apologizing for not paying enough attention to you. I’m sorry, Marzia.” He murmured, leaning down and pushing her chin upward, catching her lips in a soft kiss.
Marzia smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, and Pewdie held her waist tightly. He heard a small thump and quick footsteps behind him, but brushed it off as nothing as he grinned happily, pulling away from Marzia.
He had the love of his life back again.

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Cry ran quickly from the store, a hand over his mouth.
No, it’s not supposed to be like that.
Marzia wasn’t supposed to come back, he and Pewdie were supposed to have dinner tonight, and Cry was supposed to tell him how he felt.
Tears quickly gathered in his eyes as he stood outside on the sidewalk, a hand over his nose and mouth as he felt he was about to puke.
What probably hurt the most was the fact that he told her he loved her. Cry shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he sniffled, and sighed.
He had to face facts… Pewdie and Marzia were made for each other. He just didn’t belong in that mix up… He had gone back to get Pewdie because he couldn’t understand the man taking his order, or so he thought, and went to go find him.
But… He was kissing her. Cry shivered, watching the door for them to come out. “Just shut up, Cry… You’ve had to deal with this for two years… You can deal with it another life time.” He murmured to himself, taking off his glasses and wiping them off carefully.
He blinked once he saw Pewdie and Marzia, his arm around her shoulders as they started leaving. Probably to find him and tell him the “good news”. Cry blinked and acted like he was walking towards them, as the door opened with a quiet ring.
“Y- Oh, Cry, look who it is!” Pewdie grinned, unable to contain his happiness as he motioned towards Marzia.
“Cry? Oh, are you staying with Felix? That’s so sweet to stay with him when he needed it…” Marzia smiled, and Cry tilted his lips up a bit in some sort of smile.
“Heh, yeah… I thought it would be the best thing to do.” He murmured, rubbing his arm. “Oh, Pewds, I uh, couldn’t understand the guy. That’s why I came back... Or, came to find you.” He hummed to Pewdie. Pewdie grinned and chuckled a bit, noticeably happy.
Why couldn’t Cry make him that happy?
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to, bro. Come on… Let’s just head home and eat there, sound good? You can have a hotdog for breakfast.” Pewdie hummed.
Cry forced a smile and nodded, chuckling dryly. He probably couldn’t have eaten anything, anyway, his stomach was twisting horribly.
“Come on.” Pewdie hummed, though his eyes were on Marzia. Cry frowned, that familiar third wheel feeling coming back to him as he trailed slightly behind Marzia and Pewdie as they walked along, chatting and talking like nothing had even happened.
Cry stared at the sidewalk, and glanced over at the park they were at earlier. He dare smile gently, though Marzia’s laughter assaulted his ears and it dropped almost immediately.
Soon they arrived back at Pewdie’s apartment, and the three walked inside, Marzia looking around. “Felix… This place is way too brown and bland.” She commented, hands on her hips. Cry blinked, biting his bottom lip as Pewdie shrugged gently.
“Oh well, I don’t really care about decorating.” He hummed, smiling a bit. He then walked up to Marzia and kissed her gently, smiling.
“I’m going to go take a quick shower. Cry and I were rolling around at the park, earlier.” He chuckled, then disappeared off to the bathroom, leaving Marzia and Cry alone in the living room.

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Cry and Marzia sat in the living room quietly, the sound of water thudding on linoleum sounding out.
“I’m glad you decided to visit Pewdie around this time… I know he was very upset.” Marzia hummed, smiling gently.
Cry blinked and nodded slightly, swallowing. Marzia was such a sweet girl, he shouldn’t be like this. “Ha, yeah… I just thought he would need some sort of support, or friendship. I honestly didn’t expect to see you again…” he murmured, not smiling.
Marzia blinked and shrugged gently, sighing. “I don’t know what was going through my head… I should’ve just stayed and tried to work things out… I’m so dumb for leaving.” She murmured, and Cry grimaced.
“No you’re not… You were just confused.” He hummed quietly, cracking his knuckles. “I really want to thank you for looking out for him. If there’s anything I can do to make you more comfortable until you go home, please, tell me.” She smiled happily.
Leave, that’s what you can do.
“Please, don’t worry. I’m fine how I am.” Cry hummed, and silence over came them for a moment.
“So, Ryan… “
“Just call me Cry.” He hummed quietly, and Marzia blinked. “Right, Cry… How was Felix when you first got here?” she hummed.
Cry hesitated, then sighed gently. “Well… He definitely seemed sadder than usual, less like himself. Though today he seemed pretty happy.” He smiled gently, reminiscing on when they were in the park. It would have been an absolutely wonderful day.
Marzia smiled gently. “That’s good. I’m going to start dinner, okay?” she said, standing and disappearing into the kitchen.
Cry blinked, then sighed and leaned back into the couch, his hands covering his face.
He just wanted to go home already.

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Cry blinked as he heard the shower cut off, and glanced over. Marzia was still in the kitchen, humming quietly to herself.
The door to the bathroom clicked open quietly to the hall, and Pewdie emerged, dressed in fresh clothing, his hair combed neatly to the side, still wet.
“Marzia in the kitchen?” he asked, and Cry nodded a bit. Pewdie fell into a chair and sighed quietly, leaning his hand on his elbow.
“You don’t know how happy I am to have her back, Cry.” He hummed with a smile, and Cry nodded gently, forcing a smile. “I can see how happy you are. It’s nice to see you like this again.” He chuckled quietly. Pewdie blinked and glanced up, grinning.
“It’s nice to feel like this again.” He hummed, and stood slowly with a yawn. “I’m going to go help Marzia in the kitchen.” He told Cry, then walked into the kitchen.
Cry could hear them giggle to each other quietly, the soft sound of lips meeting. Cry put his face in his hands and sighed quietly, sniffing silently.
How was he supposed to be happy when all he ever wanted had to come with this sort of price? Cry rubbed his hands up and down his face, biting his bottom lip.
He wanted to go home so badly, but he knew once he did, Pewdie would probably feel bad, and think he did something wrong, or something.
He didn’t want to put that sort of burden on the Swede.
“Hey, Cry! Dinner’s ready!” Pewdie called, peeking his head out of the kitchen. Cry quickly looked up and smiled a bit, nodding.
“Be right there, Pewds.”

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Dinner passed rather quickly, as Cry ate quietly, only speaking when spoken to and being forced to listen to Marzia tell stories of what she did while in Italy, and Pewdie tell her things, and them simply being happy.
“Oh, I’ll clear the plates, Marzia. It’s the least I could do.” Cry told her with a light smile, pushing her hands gently away as she stood and reached for the dishes.
“O-oh, alright.” She hummed with a smile, as Cry gathered all the plates and cups. He put them into the sink, then turned on the water and started washing as Marzia and Pewdie disappeared down the hall. Pewdie then paused, and trotted back.
“Is it alright if Marzia and I head off to bed?” he asked, which made Cry smile. It showed Pewdie was thinking about him. “Of course it’s alright. I’ll finish the dishes and go to bed, probably.” He hummed. Pewdie frowned and shook his head, waving a hand.
“You don’t have to wash those, really.” He said, but Cry shrugged. “I’ll feel bad if I don’t do at least something for you guys while I’m here. Besides, it’s no bother.” He said, and Pewdie smiled a bit. “Alright… Goodnight, Cry!” Pewdie called, walking down the hall.
“Night, Pewds. Night, Marzia.” Cry called, then continued washing a plate as the door to their bedroom closed. Now the apartment was rather silent, except for the quiet clink of plates and cups, and water when he turned it on. Though, after a little while, Cry paused the water to hear a small, noise. He blinked, staying silent for a minute as he listened.“F-Felix…” He heard Marzia whispered, and his stomach coiled and twisted horribly. He quickly turned on the water again and took a shuddering breath, blocking out any sound that could assault his ears.
No way.
Not while he was here. Cry dried his hands and put one over his mouth, clenching his jaw.
He could hear them.
Cry shuddered, turning off the water and putting the last plate in the rack, then made his way to his bedroom, trying not to sound like the was rushing.
The noises were now plain and he could hear each silent sound, making his stomach lurch. He felt like he was going to puke again, and quickly slipped into his bedroom.
At least now, he didn’t hear them. He sat down on the bed, his face in his hands. When he looked at the clock again, an hour had passed already.
He heard the door to their bedroom click open slowly, and Pewdie’s breathing came to. Cry blinked, squeezing his eyes shut.
No Cry, you can’t do this… You can’t… he thought to himself, but stood slowly and slipped out of his bedroom.
He saw Pewdie in the kitchen, getting a small glass of water. Cry swallowed hard and stepped into the kitchen, Pewdie turning at the sound of his footsteps.
“Oh, what are you doing up, Cry?” Pewdie asked quietly with a gentle smile. Cry didn’t answer, only walked forward. Pewdie blinked and frowned, putting the glass down.
“Cry, what the he-“
His words were cut short, and Cry leaned up and forward, and forced their lips together.