Dear Reader: This my first of a fanfic, but I do write other things. So I'm okay at writing stories. (I think...) I really hope you all like it. Ve!~ Please Enjoy!~
(p.s. this is a story from different points of views so try to figure it out)
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Part One: Is This Only the Beginning?...
"Feliciano! Take the potato bastard and leave!" Romano shouted angrily at Feliciano as he battled some creature that was so despratly trying to reach Feliciano and Lugwig.
"V-ve?! But Brother!?" Italy (Feliciano) said as he hastily tried to pull Ludwig off he knees.
But he just wouldn't move, he had just saw his own brother killed right before his eyes. So why would he want to move. I, too lost my other brother... Romeo... I really didn't know him much but I still loved him. So I could guess how Lugwig feels. He must feel even worse then I did when I lost Romeo. Lugwig's brother Gilbert, was the one who took care of Lugwig after all...
Feliciano shook his head at his brother and started crying... "But Romano!?" he said as sobbing sounds came from his throat. "R-Romano... I don't want to lose you like I lost Grandpa and Holy Rome! Romano please don't make me go! I don't want to leave you!"
By then Lugwig was coming back to his senses. He grapped Feliciano and ran for the door... but just before he left he turned around and said "You better come back damn it. If you don't I won't ever hear the end of his crying und sobbing. I vant him happy and he vill never be happy again if he knows you died for his sake. Oh, und don't forget to bring my bruder back alive. Or I'll tear you to shreds. Mark sure my brother still lives on. You stupid Italian!" Lugwig said this as he left with a balling and screaming Feliciano in his arms.
Soon after Feliciano and Lugwig left, Romano finally defeated the monster. He had quickly thrown his gun down and ran over to Gilbert and put his ear to his chest. There was slow and soft heart beats the came from Gilbert's chest. Romano sighed happily. He really didn't want to face Lugwig again, his scary face is terrifying, he thought as he ripped off part of his white flag, Feliciano had given him and made it into a cloth bandage to stop the bleeding.
"B-bruder? Feliciano?..." was the first words that came out of his mouth when he regained consciousness...
"Gilbert... Your brother and Feliciano left. I made them leave." Romano said as he stood up and offered his hand to Gilbert. Romano had a slight smile on his face. He was sort of happy that Antonio wouldn't lose one of his best friends. Romano helped Gilbert up and they headed out to look for Feliciano and Lugwig. They were in a werid hotel that seems to have once been an aslime so there was a bunch of werid stuff.
Alfred stood with shoulders sagged as he looked down in the bath tub. There lay his brother Matthew. His body motionless. Alfred reached a hand down and touched Matthew's cheek. It was as cold as ice, it seems all the heat in his body was gone. Alfred let out a scream and fell to his knees as he started to ball.
Francis came running into the bath room and looked for what was wrong, when he spotted Matt he quickly turned around and went to get Arthur.
When Arthur came in he went derictly to Alfred and pulled him off his knees and lead him out of the room. He quietly comforted Alfred as he sobbed.
Arthur had had enough of Alfred's crying. "Francis can you come deal with Alfred well i go see what happened to Matt." he called out.
"Sure Arthur." Francis said as he walked out of the bath room with sore eyes from crying. "I will."
Arthur went and looked over the bath room. He saw that there was a knife in the sink, a wound in Matthew's chest, that seems to be from a knife and there was blood all over the tub and the walls, even the water in the tub was a red color.
Arthur quickly left the bath room, he was getting these werid goosebumps and this feeling like he wasn't the only one in the room. He takes out his magic book of spells and looks for a spell that will tell him how something died. When he finds it he goes and gets the other two and has them follow him into the bath room.
There he casts a magic circle and sites the words for the spell. He sets a pen and paper in the middle of the circle. The pen starts to write on the paper. Once the pen fell to the ground and the magic circle disappeared Arthur picked up the paper and read it out loud.
"This young lad died suicide. But was it really a suicide? No. He was being controlled by a demon. A demon that has done this to many others. The demon controlled his body, he took the knife and stabbed the boy in his lungs. The demon left after he took the boy's voice, so he couldn't yell for help. The boy died from blood lose from the wound and not being able to breathe." Arthur said the parts about the demon in a beater tone.
Alfred was still crying but barely now, but Francis was now balling.
"Dudes we have to find the others and leave this place!" Alfred said with a sigh.