"But fratello~ Don't you wanna play with me?" I giggled looking at the pathetic mess that was my 1P brother Feliciano Vargas.
"Isabella? What's wrong with you? You look different...don't tell me you're the-" he was interrupted by the rage that was when people confused me for my counter part.
"I AM YSABELLE! NOT ISABELLA!" I spat throwing a plate with deadly accuracy near to his head against the wall, a few of the shattered pieces flew across his face and cut into his skin. His teary, scared face now bled a little with the wounds that I inflicted.
"Sorella...why?" Tears were now streaming in a constant flow down his bleeding tanned face. He looked up at me with pleading amber eyes that seemed to look into my soul and pull on my hardened heart strings. I almost gave in to my actually kind heart but then I remembered what my real fratello warned me about. Once they get into your heart they'll hurt you. Don't trust anyone besides the people I tell you you can. Hear me sorella? Don't let your heart get the best of you.
I immediately snapped out of my daze to see the italian reaching for the phone since he saw me get distracted. I watched him call someone, probably his stupid potato protector, and I realized that my fratello was right. All they want is to hurt me.
"Germany, help me...the 2p of my sorella has come. I don't wanna play anymore..." He whispered in a tiny scared voice.
"Fratello~ it's rude to call others when you're playing with a game with your sorella." He shrieked and accidentally threw the phone up in the air which I immediately caught and was about to crush it in my hand but not before I heard a faint tinny,"Italy?! Are you okay?! Please vait, I vill be zhere soon! With help!" And with that I crushed the delicate mobile in my right hand.
I was actually disappointed on how weak this Italy was, depending on others mostly to protect him. Or his swift legs to carry him away from trouble. I was hoping he'd put up more of a fight and be a bit less pathetic. But right then the 1P versions of me and Romano busted in the house.
"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Yelled my angry counterpart. I giggled amused that they thought that little ole me would ever try to hurt something so pathetic and boring as Feliciano. Ignore the scratches that have mostly stopped bleeding by now and he's perfectly fine, save little mental trauma. I wasn't going to kill something that went going to put up much of a fight anyway. It would bring no satisfaction and it would be a waste of time and dishes!
"Please, I wouldn't kill something as weak as him. It would bring me no glory nor would it be any fun. I just wanted to play~si, fratello~?" I purred as I walked over to the whimpering italian wing some blood off of face and then licking it off of my finger.
Lovino then decided to pull out a gun from his pocket and aim it at me. Mainly my face.
"Evil Isabella-" he started but never got to finish for I threw a broken piece of dish ware with deadly accuracy at the shoulder of the arm holding the gun.
"I AM YSABELLE!" I yelled absolutely furious that they would call me such. "Why doesn't anyone remember...I only want them to remember my name." Then being the mushy, kind person my counterpart was she walked over to me, unarmed I might add, and took my hands in hers.
"Ysabelle, you just want to go home don't you. You want people to know your name, people don't often call you the right name do they?" I shook my head and it hung low. I almost felt a tear slide out but I held it in and looked up with now hardened eyes as I heard new footsteps. They entered the room and saw Romano laying on the floor with a gun by his side and his left shoulder bleeding from around the piece of dish I threw at him, Feliciano cowering in the corner with dried blood on his cheeks and cheeks cut, and Isabella looking at me with pity. Germany immediately went to Feliciano's side making sure he was okay before pointing his gun at me.
"Vhat did you do to him?" Germany looked at the dried blood and tears on the italians face.
"He's lucky he didn't put up a fight or I might've hurt him more. All that happened was his face got cut up just a tiny bit from the shrapnel of a plate I threw. It would give me no satisfaction to see such a whimpering coward die, it would've been boring killing him anyway, he would've cried the whole time not fighting." I snapped at the man flipping my hair back over my shoulder, kind of pissed that my counterpart figured me out so easily.
"I should just shoot you right now." He spat pointing his gun again. I looked at the gun then looked at his cold determined eyes and just smiled.
"Shoot me, either way I'll win. If I die, I'll be rid of my disgusting self, if you don't we'll I'd be alive." Germany was about to pull the trigger when the other man spoke up.
"Ummmmm Germany no offense or anything but if you shoot her who knows what happens to Isabella. They are counterparts. Ysabelle wasn't it? Well I could send you home if you'd like me too." The man I recognized as 1P England states. I was more thrilled by the fact that he knew my name and didn't call me something like evil Isabella or the other Isabella. Before anyone knew what happened I tackled the man in a huge hug, happy that someone knew who I was.
"You know who I am~! I'm so happy I could kiss you~!" I cheered while hugging the surprised blond. I released him from the hug and smiled one of my genuine smiles that made my sickly eyes actually kind of look pretty. The blond just looked embarrassed.
"Ysabelle, he can send you home. That is what you wanted right? And you should smile genuinely more often, it makes your eyes look really pretty and sparkle." Isabella smiled with open arms obviously wanting a hug from me.
"You aren't worried I'm going to stab or kill you?" Looking at her with part suspicion and part amazement.
"You're truly too nice of a person to do that. I trust you, you just want people to remember your name. And being brought up in the dimension you were it's no surprise you learned to injure and hurt people who didn't. I don't blame you for it." Germany looked on in suspicion of what was going to happen. He had now moved on to tend to Romano's wound on his shoulder and looked completely surprised when he saw the first tear come out of my eyes. And to be honest so was I. Isabella just smiled that kind open smile that finally made me broke down and run into her arms crying.
"Thank you." I said between sobs just loud enough for her to hear.
"Your welcome, now lets get you home." Letting me go so I could wipe my eyes. "I bet your real fratello and your friends in your dimension are worried about you."
"Si, I want to go home now." I said. England was preparing the incantation and I turned back to everyone and threw one last plate for them to remember me by. I threw it to Isabella who thankfully caught it, I had written my cell number on the back. Isabella waved at me, so did England once the magic started to work.
"See you pathetic people later!~" I winked as I finally was whisked awayed to my own dimension.
I appeared back into my own home, oddly enough no one was here. I threw a couple of plates at the target that was laced with kitchen knives and bullet holes, all dead center, and now there was a couple of plate pieces in the middle target as well. I wonder where everyone was. Usually Veneziano (2P Italy) and Flavio (2P Romano) would at least greet me if anything. Guess I'll go out and check the surroundings. Let's hope no one has hurt them for they would be in trouble, I am their deadly sorella.
Fratello-brother
Sorella-sister
Si-yes (you should know this one)
I'm pretty proud of how this one turned out. Read and review land all that junk. :)
