Hello Prussian (awesome people)~ So this is a beginning of the new version of Revenge of the weak. As you will tell, the format is different and I changed the mind set of 2p!s. You shall see what I mean. There will be a note at the beginning of the first one to let people know is will be taken down. I hope you guys like this, I really do ^^
It was a nice day in the countryside of Italy. Peaceful and quiet with a soft wind that carried the scents of nature. The only sounds were that of the wind, creatures of the land, and the steps and pants of two running men. It has become a daily habit for them to be here, but lately the one was tailing back.
"Italien!" The German yelled out. "The faster you move, the quicker we will be able to eat! We still have another five laps!"
With a whine and more pants, the Italian managed to more faster and eventually was in front of the other. Though this did please Germany, it didn't put aside his anger towards the male. From all the stress and demands from his boss, having to constantly be at his and his brother's aid, dealing with the idiotic American and other countries, the Italian irritated him. They have been allies for a long time, and Germany would be lying to himself if he dared to say that he didn't end up growing strong feelings for the male, feelings he could never admit aloud. But the thought of him constantly staying weak even after all their training... The anger clouded his mind and judgement, causing him to forget the good.
All I want is just a sign of improvement!, he thought. Even my lab cats improve better than him! Only food motivates him instead of pride for his name!
"Germany," the Italian called out exhausted. "can we please take a break, per favore."
Though Italy meant no harm from the request, it was just the right nerve to cause the German to snap. Forgetting his own strength, he grabbed the other and pulled him back to the ground. Falling with a yell of both shock in pain, Italy looked up only to have a shiver of fear go down his spine. The blue eyes that brought happiness to the Italian whenever he seen them now seemed like an ice dagger that reached to his very soul.
"Germany, I am sorry!" His own voice shook with fear as he slowed started to move backwards. "I didn't mean it! We can keep running! I don't need a break, let's keep running!"
It didn't matter to Germany. He heard the fear and seen him cowering, but only one word went through his mind when seeing this: weak.
"What is wrong with you?" His voice started in a hiss of disgust. "Do you always want to stay weak? Do you want to bring shame to your name?"
"No! No I don't so let's-"
"Clearly you do!" He shouted, causing Italy to jump. "With your laziness and only mind set on food, do you truly expect you get better?! You are an independent country! You have your own boss and problems, yet you live as if you are a mere human without a care in the damn world! Do you truly think I will always be there to save you from ev- where do you think you are going?!"
Italy went to turn and run as the German finally noticed him trying to flee. Unfortunately, due to him being on the ground he wasn't fast enough. The German turned him around and straddled him, pinning his arms to the ground so he could look straight into those hazel eyes.
"Germany please let go! You're hurt-"
"Why do you do this?! Just tell me why?! Is it in your genes to push everyone away from you who merely wants to fucking help you?!" His grip became tighter. "First it was your grandfather, then your own brother, and now me! Who is next Italy?! All I want from you is to be useful instead of so weak! What happened to you to cause you to become like this, like shit?!"
The Italian tried to fight against the German, yelling out in both pain and for help, but no one was around.
"Like now! No one is going to save you Italien and you can't save yourself because of your weakness! One day, you'll be all alone! And what will happen to you?! You will be this pathetic being you are now and wave that stupid white flag of yours and surrender! You will be used, run over, destroyed! You may even die and it will be all your damn fault because you always rely on other people to save you! I wasn't able to fucking be there for you when I was younger and I won't always be there for you now dammit! Why do you put people-!" He stopped at the realization of his own words.
When I was younger…?
But his attention was pulled back to Italy as he heard sniffles. He blinked, seeing the man staring at him with pain filled eyes as tears of betrayal fell from him.
"You were right…" Italy whispered between his sobs, but as if to someone else. "But why… why doesn't it have to be Germany…"
"Italien, what are-"
"Why does it have to be you?!" he suddenly shouted. "All I have ever done was love you, be there for you, heal your wounds and cry when you go off to battle! I did it when we were young! 40 years I waited and 40 years I cried for you! But when I seen you once again, I thought things changed but I was wrong and Luciano was right! He was right! Out of everyone and everything I love, the one I loved the most couldn't even care about me because I am too fucking weak! I never wanted to be weak, but when I lost you I just cou-" his words and shouts turned into pure cries and yells of frustration and pain.
With the table flipped, with Germany being the one in fault, he froze. He stared down at this man whose smile brightened the German's day, whose voice filled his mind, whose eyes were his salvation now crying out in pain because of him. He was so wrapped up in his emotions, his problems, he never noticed anything wrong with the Italian.
When did I become so blind… he thought. Why did I become so blind… a soldier is to always be mindful of his situation, yet… who is this he? This "Luciano"? and this 40 years? What hap-
His thoughts were cut off when I noticed the Italian's body. He was slimmer than usual. His hair shined more as if it hasn't been washed in a few days. His skin looked ill with bags under his eyes. His neck was-
"What happened to your neck Italien?" The German demanded, staring at the bruises that were there as if someone has been choking him. "Italien, tell me-"
"Why do you care?!" The Italian yelled, trying to break free from his grip. "Why does it suddenly matter to you what happened?!"
"This is no time to be stubborn!"
"You said I have to defend myself because you won't always be there! That I need to be more independant!"
A pain hit Germany for these were true, but now was different. "Just tell me who did this to y-"
"Get off of me Ludwig!"
The German froze once again in pure shock. His name was hardly ever used, and only lovingly by Italy. As Germany stared down to the Italian, the latter one's cries and screams drowned out all other sounds, until another voice spoke.
"Doitsu-chan? Itaria-bo?"
Germany looked up to see their third ally standing there. The normally emotionless
Japanese man face now had alarm, concern, shock written all over it while a hand rested on his katana. He stood in his defensive stance in case he was to fight. However, it wouldn't be needed for the German looked back down at the Italian before moving off of him. It took less than a minute for the Italian to be on his way running home.
"Doitsu-chan, what happened?"
Germany didn't bother looking up at Japan for his eyes were fixed on watching the man he cared so much about flee from him in fear. He didn't even notice the tears that were running down his face. Another stab of pain hit his chest as he looked at his hands. They had Italy's blood on them from gripping them so tightly.
"Doitsu-chan…?"
"Training is over today." he spoke, just loud enough for the other to hear. He then spoke again but in a whisper that only the breeze heard, "Feliciano… I am sorry liebe…"
Italy was no longer in his view.
That evening, Germany sat in his hotel room running his hands through his hair. He already planned to stay the weekend in Italy to spend more time with the male, but based off of the earlier activity he highly doubted it. But still, a sickening feeling was forming in him. He couldn't quite understand it, but he knew something was wrong.
"All I have ever done was love you, be there for you, heal your wounds and cry when you go off to battle!"
"Mein gott… what have I done…?" he whispered to himself. He wanted to punch something again, but if he put a hole through a brick wall these hotel walls would stand no chance.
"Out of everyone and everything I love, the one I loved the most couldn't even care about me because I am too fucking weak!"
Unable to handle the silence that only fueled his guilt and hatred, Germany grabbed his coat and headed out not even caring if the hotel room was left unlock.
Eventually, he made it to the Italians home. The light was still on it the house which seemed like a good sign.
Hopefully Romano doesn't try to attack me or anything...
Getting out of the car, Germany walked up to the door and-
"AHHHHH!" A blood curdling scream came out from none other then...
"Feliciano!" German screamed before rushing into the house.
As the scream continued, he found himself heading to the bathroom. He started banging on the door and shouting at the Italian to open it up. When he was about to break down the door, he heard a shout.
"Oi! Potato bastardo, where the hell have you been?!"
Germany looked over to see a very distraught Romano with a phone to his ear. His face was red from anger and the tears that were running down his face.
"Si, si, he's fucking here! I don't know what took the asshole so damn long though!"He said into the phone before looking back at Germany with A glare. "He was talking to you all evening and even yelling at you! What the hell did you say to my fratello to cause him to fucking hide himself in the damn bathroom?! He has been screaming like this uncontrollably and won't fucking let me in!"
"What the hell do you mean?" Germany asked confused. "I haven't talked-..." He suddenly stared at the bathroom in fear. "LUCIANO, DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING HURT HIM!"
Without any other warning, Germany kicked in the door. All that could be seen was a fog. Only water that could be heard was from the sink, but the fog itself caused all alarm to go off. The fog was pure black and cold. Even with the light on, you couldn't see through it.
"Feliciano...?" Germany said hesitantly while the other Italian was speaking frantically to the Spaniard.
Suddenly a knife flew out and gazed past Germany's face, some of the black fog going trailing behind it. Romano yelled when he heard the knife hit the wall. Germany just stared at the fog shocked and alarmed, freezing in his stance in case another knife flew out. Then suddenly, something came out of the fog and tackled Germany to the ground. With the black fog around surrounded the body, Germany couldn't make out who it was.
"Boo." the person said mischievously.
Once the fog started dissapearing, Germany couldn't believe his eyes.
"Feliciano?!"
The Italian he knew looked completely different. His skin was tanner, hair became darker, and his eyes were magenta and full of-
Hatred… Germany thought. His eyes full of hatred and betrayal…
"Oh no no no, Feliciano is not here any longer." his voice became a haunting whisper. "I am Luciano. I'll make sure you remember my name."
Romano looked at the scene in fear. The way how the other came out was as if he was a demon. He never thought his brother could have such a terrifying aura.
"Romano?! What happened?! Romano?!"
Romano senses came back due to the concerned voice of the Spaniard.
"Veneziano…" Romano whispered before shouting. "Veneziano! What the hell happened to you?!"
Luciano looked over at the other Italian, an annoyed and deadly expression on his face. "What the hell do you want? I rather have Flavio than your lame ass." he simply stated before looking back down at the German.
"Oi! What the hell did you do to my brother?!" Romano yelled, ignoring the Spaniard.
"Shut up, I don't want to deal with you yet." Luciano growled, getting closer to Germany's face.
The German just stared into those magenta eyes. He didn't know what to do. He could easily move him off and pin him, but this is still Feliciano's body. Though he would be fighting Luciano, the body would still be Feliciano's. Confliction filled his mind.
"Tell me what happened to my fratello!" Romano demanded.
"You want to know." Luciano hissed slowly while glaring at him. He then started to stand up slowly. "Okay then, fratello."
Before Germany could grab him, Luciano grabbed the knife from the wall and rushed towards Romano, stabbing him in just below his chest. Romano started gagging.
"He was sick of you thinking he was useless, pathetic, shit." he started to whisper quickly into his ear. "He wanted to just be as strong as he was when younger, but when he lost his nonno and primo amore [first love] to battle and power, he couldn't handle it. All the death, the blood, he wanted pure happiness." he twisted the knife, causing Romano to grip him and gag more. "But you didn't care because he was a weak cry baby in your eyes. He was stronger than what you all thought. He kept his damn smile on, he kept his positive attitude, and where did it get him? Nowhere, absolutely- LET GO OF ME!" He shouted when he was pulled away.
Germany managed to get his arms looped between Luciano's and pulled him off. However, when he did so, Luciano kept his grip on the knife and pulled it out of Romano. He fell to his knees as blood kept falling from him.
"ROMANO!" Germany shouted, stopping from moving back.
Luciano took this opportunity to slam his foot on his leg. Germany shouted out at the sudden pain as if his bone was hit and cracked. He shoved the Italian away due to his response from wars when attacked. Luciano ended up falling into Romano who collapsed to the ground at contact. Once he was stable and got a good grip on his knife, he threw it at Germany's other knee causing him to collapse before he was able to tackle Luciano. Now unable to use either leg at the moment, Luciano stood up with a triumphant and mischievous smile while his eyes pierced to the German's soul.
"His will to stay happy got him absolutely nowhere." he continued to Germany. "It just brought him more pain. It just made him become more useless and weak in others eyes. I had to show him the truth. I have to protect him. He won't be in pain anymore because I will make all of his problems go away. Ever. single. one. of. them."
Luciano stomped on Germany's chest, chasing his to cough as the air left him and the painful pressure pressed on his ribcage.
"You can't kill us, we are nations." Germany said through his coughs.
"Oh there is a way. And I will find it out." Luciano spoke seriously before a smirk played on his lips and his tone turning cocky. "But for the time being, I will settle with you assholes being put into an a coma like state because though we are countries, our bodies are still somewhat human. If killed like a human is killed, it will go into a coma to heal."
He then bent over and kissed the German's forehead. He was in too much shock and emotionally numb, he didn't respond. He just stared back at those magenta eyes as he pulled back.
"Don't worry, I won't let you go into an a coma. You hurt him the most, you basically killed him the most. I felt his pain and suffering… I said things, but you went to a whole nother level." his gaze pierced his soul once again. "You'll be my first I kill, I promise."
At that, he left the two. Germany simply laid there, unable to get up. He knew it was already too late for Romano even if he put pressure on the wound. All he could do was lay there and listen as the Italian ran through the house for things. When he heard the front door close, he let his tears and cries out. It was a sign of weakness, but he couldn't help it. He caused this to Feliciano. He hurt him. He caused this Luciano to come out.
I am sorry… I am so sorry Feliciano… I am sorry mien liebe…
As the thoughts kept repeating and time passed, two people bursted through the door: Prussia and Spain. Spain ran straight to Romano and started crying. His brother lifted him onto his lap and started saying things which soon turned to shouts, but his words wasn't processing to the German. He wasn't even hearing his voice. His mind was off worst than the killings he were forced to do in World War II.
I am sorry… I am so sorry Feliciano… I am sorry mien liebe… I wish I told you ich liebe dich….
So what do you guys think~?! I hope you all liked it :D Now I know I would wait till I redid all the chapters, but I was so inspired by all the replies I received, I had to put up at least one new chapter for you all! :D please comment to let me know what you all think!Love all you Prussians :D
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