(So this came about after reading Of Mice and Men at school. I thought that Italy and Germany were a lout like George and Lennie. So this is just the end of the story, but as APH Nations as the characters. I'm not doing the entire book, just the last two chapters! ENJOY!)

Lennie - Italy

George - Germany

Curley's Wife - Hungary

Curley - Prussia

Candy - China

Slim - England

Carlson - America

Young Whit - Canada

Crooks - Cuba

It was a bright, sunny Sunday afternoon. The horses were all resting in the barn as they nibbled on what was left on the hay in front of them. Outside the barn, the sound of the other working Nations flowed through the empty barn, along with the clang of metal on metal. The only person in the barn was Feliciano. He was sitting among the piles of hay, staring forlornly at his lap, as he held the body of his puppy. He stroked it, trying to make it wake up, unfortunately it was too late. The puppy was already dead.

"Veh…Why did you have to die? You're not that little. I didn't pat you too hard." The Italian boy sighed. "Do I need to go to the bush? No…No Ludwig said to go there only if I did something really bad. This isn't that bad!"

He held the little puppy's head in his hands and looked down at it with a sad expression. He sat there in silence for a while, but then his sadness melted and bubbled into anger.

"Damn you! You're not little! Now thanks to you, Ludwig's not gonna let me tend to the rabbits!" He growled.

In a fit of anger, Feliciano threw the puppy across the room from him and sat on the hay with his head in his hands. He took deep, sharp breaths and listened as the other nations cheered following another metallic clang. Feliciano quickly shuffled over to where the puppy had landed, retrieved it and sat back on the hay.

"Maybe Ludwig won't know? If I hide the puppy then…no. Ludwig'll know. But he won't care! The little thing didn't mean anything to him! I'll just say it was dead when I got in here!" Feliciano plotted.

He began to cover the little puppy when he heard someone enter the barn. He turned and tried not to gasp. Elizaveta slowly came towards him, holding her hands behind her back and wearing the superior smile she usually wore around the Italian.

"What are you hiding?" She asked curiously.

"Ludwig says I'm not allowed to talk to you." Feliciano muttered stubbornly.

"Has Ludwig given you orders on everything?" She enquired.

"He says I'm not supposed to talk to you. He said if I do I won't be allowed to tend to the rabbits."

"Look. All the guys out there are messing around with those old horse shoes. None of them will know. I'm not allowed to talk to anyone otherwise Gilbert will get mad at me. You know, I get lonely." She sighed.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you." He was persistent.

"What's the matter with me? Why can't I talk to you? I'm not doing you any harm."

Feliciano shuffled a little. Ludwig was outside playing in the horse shoe tournament with Arthur, Alfred and all the others. Ludwig wouldn't know if he talked to her! He nodded and looked at her directly.

"Glad we came to an agreement. So, what are you hiding under there?" She asked, smiling.

"Just…just my puppy." He sighed, shifting the hay aside.

The Hungarian woman came over and looked at the corpse of the tiny dog. She looked it over for a second, then her lips parted and her eyes widened.

"It's…dead?" She asked.

Feliciano nodded sadly. She held the puppy's body in her delicate hands and looked from it to Lennie then back again.

"Ludwig's going to give me hell if he finds out…"

"Well, you can just get another dog right? The world is full of them you know?"

Feliciano nodded slowly but didn't take his eyes away from the tiny form. She looked at him, then sighed and shrugged.

"You know, I've never told anyone. But I don't like Gilbert. I only married him because my mother thought it would be best for me. But I don't like him. He's mean and is constantly talking about how he's going to beat up anyone he doesn't like. Which is everyone." She looked at him to check if he was listening.

"We're going to get a little farm, and have rabbits, and I get to look after them." He muttered with an absent minded smile on his face.

"Why are you so obsessed with rabbits, huh? What makes them so appealing to you?" She wondered.

"I…like to pet things. Soft things."

She paused for a second, mulling over his words. After that second, she burst into laughter which sounded like multiple tinkling bells.

"Well, who doesn't like that? Personally, I like to stroke my hair when I'm brushing it! Go on, I'll let you feel it. Just don't mess it up."

She took his hand and gently placed it on her head. Feliciano stroked Elizaveta's hair with delight. It was really soft. He smiled as he stroked it, unaware that Elizaveta was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright now. Stop it!" She asked.

Feliciano seemingly didn't hear her. He continued stroking but, though the Italian was unaware, it became more violent. Elizaveta began to struggle.

"Hey! Let go!" She was nearly screaming.

Surprised by the sudden outburst, Feliciano clung onto the Hungarian woman's hair as if it was his only lifeline. When she tried to scream, Feliciano stood up and put his hand over her mouth, cutting her off.

"Please! Please stop screaming! Ludwig will hear and then he'll get mad at me!" Feliciano begged.

Elizaveta shrieked and struggled under Feliciano's surprisingly strong grip. Feliciano continued to try and keep her quiet but nothing was working. Eventually, he began to get angry.

"Now listen! Stop screaming like that! Somebody is going to here!" He muttered.

She continued struggling, but Feliciano didn't realise what he'd done until he'd done it. She'd continued struggling until the Italian had accidentally snapped her neck. Now he stood in the barn, holding her lifeless body. He looked down at her, and then began to panic.

"I did a bad thing." He whispered to himself.

Out of fear, he took Elizaveta's body and laid it down on the hay. In what little time he thought he had, he half covered her up and hoped no one would find her. He knew this was bad enough to warrant running to the bush Ludwig had told him about. He slid out of a gap in the wood panelling at the back of the barn, and slipped away unnoticed.

A while after Lennie had fled; Yao came into the barn house, rubbing the stump that was his wrist.

"Feliciano? Are you in here?" He called.

He came into view of Elizaveta's lifeless form, though he didn't realise she was indeed lifeless, and moved slowly towards her.

"Aiyah. You're not supposed to be in here. Gilbert's gonna throw a fit if he finds you." The old Chinese man spat.

When she didn't reply, he moved even closer. He kept shuffling until he was close enough to see she wasn't breathing; that her neck was at a funny angle.

"Oh hell!" He muttered, as he realised what was wrong with her.

He turned and ran, found Ludwig and dragged him back to the barn house, ignoring his protestations. When they got back, Yao pointed at Elizaveta,

"What's up with her?" Ludwig asked bitterly.

Yao just continued to point at her. Ludwig took a closer look, then took several steps back as he came to the realisation.

"Oh, Jesus Christ." He muttered.

"Aiyah…you don't think it was…Feliciano do you?" Yao asked.

"It had to be. Dammit. We need to tell the others." He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Can't we just let him go? Gilbert will want to lynch him." Yao protested.

"Ja…but he won't survive on his own. Maybe I can persuade them to just lock him up? Anyway, I'm going to go to the bunk house. Wait two minutes, then run out and call everyone. I don't want them suspecting I was involved. Ok?" Ludwig asked.

Yao nodded, and let Ludwig leave without another word. He looked down at Elizaveta's body and scowled. He milled around the area and monologued.

"Aiyah…now you've done it. Damned tart. We were going to be happy for once. And now you've ruined it." He muttered bitterly to the body.

He estimated that it had been about two minutes, so he made up his mind to go out now. He ran out of the barn waving his arms and shouting to the other nations to come quickly. He got Arthur's attention first, who came running; bringing Gilbert, Alfred, Juan and Mathew. Yao led them into the barn and pointed, once again to Elizaveta. Gilbert stumbled forward and fell to his knees, just as Ludwig came in and pretended to be in shock.

"Gilbert…" Arthur muttered.

"It was that Italian bastard! Everyone else was out there! It had to be him!" He cried.

"Calm down Gilbert. We'll go looking for him. You stay…you stay here." Arthur requested.

"Like hell I'm going to stay here! I'm going to find him, and shoot that bastard myself. Come on!" Gilbert ordered.

"I'll go get my gun." Alfred muttered, following Curley out.

The others stood there in an almost awkward silence. Juan eventually shuffled out and made his way back to his room, but Arthur came over to Ludwig.

"Do you think it was Feliciano?" The German asked.

"It had to have been. No one else could have done it. We'll try to keep Gilbert reigned in…but I can't make any promises. Do you have any ideas where he could have gone?"

Ludwig thought. He knew exactly where Feliciano would have gone, but he didn't want to send Gilbert in that direction. He knew Arthur would take pity on the poor Italian, so he'd probably have to send one in the opposite directions.

"Maybe. Send Gilbert South. I'll head North immediately, you follow with Mathew." He pleaded.

Arthur considered this, and nodded. When Alfred came back in, he was muttering angrily.

"That son of a bitch took my gun!" He complained.

"Well, borrow Mathew's. He isn't going to be using it. Gilbert, you and Alfred head south. Mathew, Ludwig and I will check the North." Arthur ordered.

Despite the look of contempt he gave the German, he nodded and led Alfred away. Once he was gone, Yao agreed to stay in the barn with Elizaveta while the others went north. Ludwig headed out first, then after a quick look at Yao, Arthur and Mathew departed.