Today, there was a world meeting. And it was like almost every meeting. There was arguing and little accomplishment. But this meeting, does take an unexpected twist.

"Yo potato bastard why don't ya just shut-a ya fucking face! No one wants-a to hear about your-a boring, bastard country!" Romano was sitting there, doing his usual thing, and he just so happened to drive Germany a little too far, making him tousle his hair and yell angrily in German. That is, until Romano saw what he looked like with his bangs down, "….You bastard." Everyone stopped at the tone in his voice, it was not angry. It was…horrified. "Vhat are you talking about now, Romano?" He suddenly, very angrily pushed through everyone over the table and grabbed Germany be the neck, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" France and Spain pulled him off and tried to calm him down, but he had already shouted, "YOU'RE THE BASTARD WHO BROKE MY BROTHER'S HEART! YOU ARE HOLY ROME!" Italy, who wasn't paying the least bit of attention about his brother's actions-I mean, come on, he was bound to do it eventually- but dropped his drink once he heard that name. Holy Rome, "G-Germany?" Prussia's head was currently hung in shame, and as was France's. They were the only ones who knew the truth, "Vhat are they talking about, East? Who is this Holy Rome?"

France spoke up first, the silence killing him with guilt, "'Oly Roman Empire…he was raised by Austria along with Italy, and he was also Italy's childhood l'amour…rumor was he died at war, but Gilbert? The truth?" Prussia stood and wiped away a couple of straying tears, "I found you Vest, injured in the voods. I looked at you and I knew, I knew who you really were. Holy Roman Empire. But you didn't remember anything from your past! So I had France tell everyone HRE vas dead and soon enough a new nation rose, Germany. I'm so sorry everyone." Austria, with tears running down, stood, "That boy was practically my son! You've lied to me for ALL THESE YEARS GILBERT! HOW COULD YOU?!" Gilbert and Francis were crying, while the third BTT member was holding back an engraged, -trying-not-to-cry Romano, "You bastards! Every single one of you! How could you hurt my little Fratello like this?!" The men didn't answer, and the room turned silent once more. That is, until quiet laughter began to spread through the room.

Heads all turned to the source of the quiet, very unsettling laughter, Italy. He was staring blankly at the table in front of him, laughter slowly getting louder and louder until almost maniacal, making everyone stare horrified. What the hell was going on? "F-Fratello? Feliciano, what're ya doing? Stop it!" Romano released himself from Spain and went to his brother's side, shaking his shoulders, "Italy?" "Vhat's going on with him?" "Big Bruder make it stop!" "Guys he's starting to scare me!" "ITALY!" Everyone by now was shouting and Italy's psychotic laughter carried on until he saw the knife attached to America's belt. He tackled the American and pulled the blade off, yanking it open and looking at his reflection in it. There were tears in his eyes and running down his cheeks, but his smile was wider than ever. He didn't know what he was doing, but he knew how it was going to end.

"Feliciano Vargas, vhat the hell are you doing? Give me zhat knife!" Germany approached the crazed Italian only to scream in pain as Italy swung the blade out, slicing him in the arm, "HAHA!" His laughter wouldn't stop, and he saw Switzerland aiming a gun at him, "Drop it now. We don't want anyone to get hurt." Italy's head cocked to the side, "What? You think I'm going to kill you all or something? HAHA! I know EXACTLY what I'm doing!" France made a calming motion, walking towards the blade-wielding man, "Now, now, Feli. Everything is okay. Just, tell us what you're thinking." Feli gingerly spun the knife in his fingers, "I'm gonna do exactly what I wanted to do when I heard about Holy Rome dying! Or all the times when people called me a coward, and stupid, and chilvarous, and a freak! Told me I'd never amount to anything!" His laughter was brief and very quickly ended, and was then followed by many screams and cries.

Now, a half an hour later, the police were investigating the area as Germany was checked by medics and many were interviewed. But, all except one couldn't speak. That one being Austria. Austria was currently wiping crimson stains off of his face and hands, "I tried so hard, but it was over before it started. We should have done something. He was so lively and sweet, we should have never let this happen." An officer shook his head, "Sir, there's nothing anyone could have done. It was out of your hands."

"The human representative of North Italy just slit his throat ear to ear, and that's all you people can say?"