"Hey, Roma..." With a grunt, Lovino Vargas looked up from his book to meet the emerald eyes of his love.
"Hm, what is it, España?"
"I just got a text from Gil..."
"And that has what to do with me?" The Italian spat, clearly annoyed.
"It has everything to do with you, Romano." Said man froze. Spain almost never used his full name, either of them! He only did so when he was angry, really upset or something really, really bad had happened.
"It's Feliciano..."
No-one noticed the young Spanish-Italian girl that slipped into the room.
"He and Ludwig... They were..."
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"...murdered."
Wow... OKAY- so, hey guys, hope you enjoy my little evil cliffhanger of a prologue~ More to come!
I honestly have no idea what inspired this, but I just randomly thought of it, and, voila, here you have it.
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