Staring at his phone, Feliciano worried his bottom lip between his teeth. He had been trying all day to get a hold of his brother, to no avail. Everything in him wanted to pretend that Lovino was just being mean like he always was and just wasn't answering his phone, but something was nagging at the Italian's mind, saying something was very wrong.

So Feliciano did the only thing he could think to do. Picking up the phone, he dialed Antonio's number, tapping his finger on the phone nervously as the ringing filled his ears over and over. Finally, he heard the receiver click. But rather than the cheery greeting he was used to receiving, Feliciano only heard silence.

"C-ciao?" He ventured speaking after a few long moments, and suddenly there was a light-hearted laugh on the other end of the line.

"Oh, Feliciano. Hola. I didn't realize I picked up the phone." Antonio sounded as cheery as ever and Feliciano breathed a sigh of relief. It was just like the Spaniard to not realize he had actually received a call.

But there was important business to attend to, and Feliciano got right to it. "Oh, si. Um, I was wondering, have you seen Lovino? I… He won't answer his phone and I'm worried." Tears sprang to his eyes as he spoke. He was really, really worried about Lovino. He was his only brother, after all!

Another laugh put Feliciano at ease. At least, for a moment. But there was something strange about the way Antonio was laughing. "Si, he's here with me! We're having a fee-YAY-stah."

"Oh. That sounds like fun!" Feliciano hoped he didn't sound uncertain as he spoke, because he was very uncertain.

"It's so much fun! You should come join us. Lovino really wants you here."

While Feliciano found himself a little wary of the way Antonio was talking, the fact that he had been so worried about Lovino all day made him want to take the Spaniard up on his offer. "O-okay! I'll be over soon then. Ciao!"

With that, he hung up the phone, looking at it as if it might bite him at any moment. But there was nothing to be worried about, right? Antonio was a very nice person, and Feliciano had always really liked him!

A short time later, he found himself being tugged by the hand through a party that… didn't really look like a party. "V-ve, Antonio? Where are all the people for the fiesta? And where's fratello?"

Antonio laughed and continued tugging Feliciano along. "They're all in here. But first, you have to have some tacos!" Pushing open a door, Antonio shoved Feliciano into a nearby house. The Italian stumbled and turned to face Antonio, looking more than a little upset by the sudden violent behavior.

"A-Antonio? There's no one here…" Feliciano was looking around slowly, but his eyes were drawn back to the Spaniard when the man started to advance on him.

"What? But they're here, Feli. Your brother is in the corner."

As much as Feliciano desperately wanted to see his brother, he couldn't stop staring at Antonio, who had just pulled a syringe from God-knows-where and was smiling in the most unsettling way. "I… I think I want to go home."

In a moment, Antonio had surged forward and grabbed Feliciano, who yelped in surprise and immediately started crying. "But look, Feli. He wants to see you too." Twisting Feliciano's arm painfully, Antonio turned him to face the corner.

Feliciano's eyes had enough time to go wide as he saw his brother's corpse lying there before he felt the pinch of a needle and the terrifying warmth spreading through him moments later.

"See, Feli? Doesn't the taco taste delicious? And when you're done." The needle was yanked from Feliciano's arm as he slumped to the ground. "We can break open the piñata."

They were the last words Feliciano ever heard.

*****

Bloody baseball bat in hand, Antonio stared down at the mangled body that was once Feliciano. He tilted his head curiously at it before stooping down to dip his fingers into the blood.

Straightening, Antonio touched his blood-soaked fingers to his lips, licking them a moment later. "Mmm. What delicious candy." He smiled and dropped the bat on top of Feliciano.

Antonio turned and walked out the door. As he left, he said a few last parting words.

"The fee-YAY-stah sure was fun. We should do it again sometime."

And then darkness closed on the scene.