"Veeeh?" Feliciano Vargas said as he pushed open Germany's front door. The house was dark, quiet, empty. Something was wrong. He stepped inside, around broken glass and strangely coloured liquids that littered the floor and everything around it. "D-doitsdu?" There was a trail of blood running from the kitchen into the bathroom, into the bedroom. A fight. Feliciano wasted no time bursting through the door, only to be met with horror.
Germany was dead. His mangled body showed bite marks, broken bones, torn skin. His eyes were rolled back, his mouth filled with blood, his wrists and ankles bound in chains that cut into his skin. Whoever had killed him wanted to do it in the worst way possible.
Feliciano screamed. He couldn't control himself. He could only hear Ludwig's sweet voice "Italy...I love you..." as he worked as quickly as possible to break the chains, but he was useless. He was weak. His love was dead. He sat in the corner and cried. He didn't want to get close to the body, knowing it would only make his nightmares worse, but he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to bury the body, he didn't know what to do. He only got up when the smell began to become unbearable. He walked over to the bed, getting angry at the flies, and tried to pick it up, but he quickly found out it was no use.
When his phone rang, he jumped. "...Ciao...?"
"Feliciano? What's wrong?" He began to cry again, "L-Lovino..."
"Tell me what's wrong you damn bastard!"
"...D-doitsdu...he's..."
"D-did that potato freak break up with you?"
"N-no...h-he..."
"Did he rape you? God dammit tell me Feliciano!"
"He's dead!"
The other line was quiet for a while. "He's...dead?"
"Lovino...please...come and help me bury his body..."
"N-no way!"
"...I can't do it alone...I can't leave him like this..."
"I'm not touching that freak!" Feliciano hung up and let the phone drop. He slip down the wall, holding his head in his hands, and screamed. What was the point of living anymore?
