Alfred, the tall American blonde, found himself in the mists of a themed masquerade at the Italian brother's mansion. His mask, hiding part of his face, he wore contacts tonight just for the sake wearing the damned thing. It had a beak coming out to make it look like a renaissance eagle mask. He wore a nice black high neck tailcoat, trimmed in red, long black slacks and shiny black boots. His brother, Matthew, even told him he looked good before they left for the party, that he looked more mature and mysterious.
He looked around the at the guests, occasionally getting asked to dance by a woman and politely declining. It's not that he didn't like them, or that they didn't look nice, it was just that he wanted to find someone here who completely blew him off his feet, you could say.
He stood awkwardly at the back of the room watching everyone dance and enjoy themselves when he noticed a slim man standing straight, his face hidden by a mask, capture his attention. Alfred watched him closer and noticed the green eyes darting this way and that as the man watched people dance before them in their magnificent costumes and outfits.
The younger of the two Italian's walked passed Alfred bringing him back to reality. He grabbed the smaller man's wrist making him stop.
"Feliciano!" He smiled brightly only to receive a smile back from Feliciano. "Who is that man over there?"
"Vi," His brown eyes scanned the walls on the other side of the room as he stood up on the tips of his toes. "Alfred, I'm afraid I can't tell with him having a mask on." He smiled. "But I'm going to go tell the chief to start setting out the pasta, so I hope you're hungry."
Alfred watched as the small man danced and twirled away from him and into a hidden door. With a huff he slammed his back against the wall as his eyes searched again for the man on the other side of the room only to find that he was gone.
Damn, he thought. At least he would be getting Lovino and Feliciano's delicious pasta. When he went to leave the room, the lights went out and they were left in complete darkness. The hero inside Alfred started to yell in his head telling him to do something, anything! But it was useless! He couldn't see anything!
It was then that he felt a gloved hand wrap around his own and start to pull him, what he thought was going to be, out of the ballroom.
"Hey!" He yelled at the person pulling him only to be stopped. He felt hot breath on his face and heard a soft 'sh' come from the person. They pulled him again and after, what felt like ages to the American, they stopped.
"Crouch down." The male voice commanded and he did as he was told. He felt their arm wrap around his shoulder.
It was dead silent for a few seconds before gunshots could be heard echoing throughout the mansion and the screams of people soon after.