this is gonna be a super short chapter cause i feel like it and i want to see how it will do. so every chapter will have one POV being Italy's and another Germany's so youll get two looks at the situation, and i might just add a third person for the hell of it. 10 reveiws and i'll add another chapter!
DISCLAIMER: i dont own anything! only the story!
(Italy's POV)
I sprinted down the alleyway, hearing the thundering steps of my pursuer. I hissed as a thick bush branch scraped across my open wound, ripping the skin more and leaving thin bark in the soft flesh. I clawed against the hard cobblestone, jumping high over an empty box before losing my grip and slipping on the cold stone. I tumbled headlong into the wall, feeling the bricks slam into my back as I flipped over. I hissed again, feeling blood rush to my head and spots fill my vision. I rolled back to my feet, but a bright torch and a feral growl kept me paralyzed in fear. A scream of fear filled the air and I felt two cold hands grip my shoulder and neck, before feeling the pierce of the fangs through the soft flesh. A small whimper of pain escaped from my throat before the world went black.
(Germany's POV)
I snapped out of my daze, looking around in confusion. A harsh smell invaded my nose, the smell all too familiar. Looking down, I paled (as much as I could now) at the lifeless body before me. This couldn't be Feliciana, could it? I took a shaky breath, gathering my strength again, before picking up the frail, limp body that lay mangled on the floor. I frowned sadly, holding back tears that threatened to spill, before brushing a few strands of auburn hair away from the soft face of the tiny Italian in my arms. I quickly fixed the hair that stuck out of place, wetting my fingers and rubbing out the blood staining the tips closest to her neck. Moving the limp body a bit, I turned away from the pool of blood that lay in the alleyway, completely ignoring the other body lying in there too. I wiped a bit of the metallic liquid away from my lip, vaguely remembering the taste of her blood as it filled my mouth. I would have to help her now more than ever. I was no longer her friend and ally, but her master.
