Feliciano yawned as he stretched, waking up in Ludwig's bed like he sometimes did. He turned over, his arm landing on a body.
It wasn't Ludwig.
'Doitsu is so strong and muscular.' Feliciano thought.
For instead of Ludwig's large, muscular frame Feliciano's arm was resting on a small, slender person.
"L-Lovino?" He asked, sitting himself up and rubbing his eyes.
"As if I was that bastard. I hate him."
Through his sleep clouded eyes Feliciano could make out a tanned person, who looked like he did, wearing a brown uniform with a small black hat resting on his head. He wore tight leather gloves on his hands, which rested on his stomach.
"I-I don't understand. Who are you?" Feliciano asked, edging away from the stranger and reaching for the white flag he kept by the bed.
"Now now Feliciano, I don't bite. Much"
"H-how do you know my name? And what are you doing in Doitsu's bed?"
The stranger sighed merrily. "I remember when I used to call him that. I still do sometimes when I slide the knife down his flesh."
Feliciano backed away more, falling off the bed. He burst into tears, waving his white flag about.
"Please, whoever you are, go away. I just want to spend time with Doitsu."
The man laughed, half pitying half mocking.
"I had been told you were a coward, but this is an entirely different matter altogether."
"Please, whoever you are, just leave or I will call Doitsu." Feliciano screamed, almost in hysterics.
"The house is empty, nobody but me can hear you. And you can trust me Feliciano. My name is Veneziano."
Feliciano shuddered, the name sending shivers through his body. Veneziano helped him up, his touch sending static electricity through Feliciano's body as he held him in an embrace.
"W-where's D-doitsu?" Feliciano asked through his sobs which were beginning to slow down.
"He's gone." Veneziano whispered.
"Gone?"
"Yes. He's gone. Just like Grandpa Rome, just like Holy Roman Empire, and just like Prussia."
"How do you know about them?"
"I'm you, Feliciano. Every country has two versions of each other, the second one slightly different from the other. Hence my tan, my clothes and my eyes."
"D-Doitsu has gone?"
"Yes. He had one last request before he went. Would you want to know what it was?"
"It involves me?"
"Yes. He wanted me to play a game with you."
"A game?"
"Yes, it's very simple. Just kneel on the bed and we can begin."
Feliciano obeyed, kneeling on the bed as Veneziano kneeled behind him.
"Look straight ahead, never look down." Veneziano ordered.
The doors to the house slammed open and footsteps were heard running through the house.
"Count down from ten."
"Ten."
A door slammed open downstairs.
"Nine."
Another door was slammed open.
"Eight."
What sounded like a vase toppled over and crashed on the floor.
"Seven. What are those noises downstairs? Six."
"Ignore them, keep looking ahead and keep counting."
"Five."
Footsteps rushed upstairs.
"Four."
A door was forcefully opened.
"Three."
Another door, this time closer.
"Two."
Ludwig burst into the bedroom, covered in blood and scars.
"Feli!" He yelled, running over to the bed.
"Doitsu!" Feliciano gasped.
"One." Veneziano finished as he plunged the knife he had been holding into Feliciano's neck.
