Russia had Romano in a death grip. He readied the revolver next to the hostage's temple. Poor Feliciano witnessing his brother's life on line, too bad there's nothing he could do. Romano flung his leg out into the open. A remote fell upon Feliciano's possession. It was for a bomb.
"Hey Felice, I got all lot of people following me. Press that button and continue what we were doing."
"Do what this bastard says and say goodbye to your brother." Russia threatened.
"FELICE DO IT! YOU KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER!" Romano desperately yelled. Feliciano pressed it and started running.
A big flash of fire appeared in the background. The last glimpse of Feliciano's brother was of him smiling.
Te amo Feli
Months later if you tried to find Feliciano, you would have found him in a hospital. As he was recovering Germany became more by his side than ever before, and his ties with other countries became closer. But the image of his brother before he died was burned completely into his mind. Feliciano could have painted it if he wanted to. Despite the incidents that occurred Feliciano smiled. He laughed. He lived. You would have never thought that a tragic accident happened to him.
After Feliciano was discharged, immediately he continued the mafia work Romano left for him.
"Where's Feliciano? H
I told you it was short. :) I'm sorry if you liked it, I can't continue it because there's a certain mood I have to be in to carry on the story. The feelings i get from the mood is what fuels the story, and for some reason i just can't get into this one in particular.
side note: This was a songfic of Don't Mess with Me. I really hated using Russia as the bad guy. :( HE'S NOT BAD! france: in bed o3o *gets shot*