Allen walks across the desert, swallowing hard and grasping one last time at the small pistol attached to his leg and then letting it go. The land, his land, is nothing but rubble and it hurts inside him. All this destruction and its all Luciano's fault. Allen takes a deep breath and remembers the plan. Fuck it's a crazy plan, but it's the only shot they have of getting this war to end as quickly as possible. It's simple, all Allen has to do, is get Luciano to chase him. Shouldn't be too hard.
There's an Italian base up ahead and Allen can feel Luciano in there, he can feel the nation energy surging through him like a parasite. Allen takes a shaky breath, pressing the communication device in his ear once to make one blip. He receives two blips back. Allen sniffles. He really doesn't want to die today.
"HEYYYY LUCCIIIIII!" He yells out, putting his hands in his pockets and plastering on a mischievous smirk. The air is silent and Allen debates running. He's dangerously close to the camp and anyone could have heard him or seen him or shot him or thrown a knife at him. He bites the inside of his lip, his heart jerking in his chest when a tent opens and Luciano steps out, followed by his cronies. Allen is losing his confidence quickly. Fuck Francois didn't tell him that the others were there.
"How you doing you hot piece of Italian ass?" Allen shouts when Luciano walks closer. He's taking his sweet time because he knows Allen is fucked if he tries much of anything. Allen takes the smallest fraction of pride at seeing Luciano twitch in annoyance at the remark.
"Just thought I'd stop by ya know, see how my favorite asshole is doing," Allen snickers to himself winking over at him. Luciano looks unimpressed though Lutz and Kruo giggle. Flavio is behind them, worry clear on his features which is weird because he hates getting wrinkle lines for any expression, he's told Allen so many times. The American spares Flavio a glance before turning all his attention to Luciano so close to him.
"Allen," Luciano says darkly. Allen doesn't let the tone of voice affect him. He's gone toe to toe with Luciano before, but right now he's weak. He needs to be careful, and fuck if he's ever been careful before. He almost takes a hand out of his pocket to grab his pistol.
"What do we own the pleasure?" Luciano smirks at him, twirling a knife between his fingers. Allen cackles, taking a step back, trying to hide his fear at Luciano taking a step forward.
"I'm here to accept your surrender," Allen says. It strikes a nerve somewhere. Luciano twitches completely as a scowl crawls onto his face. With a shrug of his shoulders Allen turns around, just looking over his shoulder at the Italian to show he's not afraid as much as Luciano thinks he should be.
"You're not strong enough to defeat me anyway," He snarks. He ducks as a knife sails over his head and then he's running. He lets his confidence fall knowing with the pounding of feet that Luciano is behind him somewhere. His breathing is coming and he takes a stupid risk and glances behind. Luciano is chasing him, and angrily too. He's in front of his posse, throwing knives, then bending down expertly to pick them back up. Fuck he's fast. Allen hops over fallen trees and ditches, smirking for a second when he hears Lutz yell out a few swear words after tripping.
Allen slides underneath a fallen board to the fence around the abandoned building he and the others took refuge in. He scrambles to his feet to keep going. The footsteps behind him drop as his followers hurdle over the broken fence but soon the footsteps are back and are louder. Panic hits him in the gut like a freight train. He's got to be faster. He reaches up a hand to press his earpiece fuck knows how many times the closer he gets to the building. He can vaguely hear one blip back as he turns a sharp corner through the doorway into the rundown building.
"Where are you?!" He hears Luciano growl out, stealing his attention and making him trip on a piece of broken plywall. He tumbles hard rolling awkwardly on the ground. Swears pass through his lips as he pulls himself to his feet, glancing behind him just in time to see Luciano slide into the end of the hallway with murder clear in his eyes. Stumbling Allen enters an open room only lit by candles. To an untrained eye they look out of place but Allen knows better. It gives the dust covered room an eerie glow.
A knife whizzes past him grazing his arm causing it to split open. He gasps and covers the wound with a hand though in his moment of distraction it gives Luciano enough to catch up to him. Allen grits his teeth, coming face to face with the fucker that started all of his problems. He glares just as hard at Luciano who is so ready to stab a knife into his eye.
"Do it Oliver!" He yells out, causing Luciano's anger to give way to confusion. Allen struggles in his hold, trying to break away but Luciano holds tight to him. He claws at his hands in a vain attempt to put distance between them.
"Get out of there Allen!" He hears Matt call for him along with more footsteps coming towards the room. Allen pushes but Luciano is adamant. There is no time.
"Just fucking do it!" He shouts again, trying one last time to kick Luciano off and away from him but the Italian's fingers tangle harder into his dirty shirt. He delivers a sweeping move to the back of Luciano's leg dropping them both to the ground as Oliver's voice rings out and the magic circle underneath them glows a bright blue, momentarily blinding both Allen and Luciano. The air picks up and breathing is hard. Luciano glares down at him with new murder in his eyes. Allen glares back, kicking him one last time just as the circles goes white and the air is sucked from his lungs.
Luciano gasps for breath as the air comes back to him. He thrashes on the ground, pinning the body beneath him fully as he believes it to be Allen. He has a knife to their neck, blinking hard as his vision slowly comes back to him, showing him eyes that are not Allen's typical pink color. Luciano's glare lightens up to confusion, taking in the warm honey color of the eyes of the person below who is shaking in fear of him. Luciano blinks at them. His eyes dart around to the building he is now in. It is not the run down crap building Allen stupidly managed to tempt him into.
No, this room is brightly colored and clean. Luciano returns his gaze back to the person beneath him. They are still shaking in fear and Luciano almost smiles, it's been so long since someone's been genuinely afraid of him but the whole situation keeps him from doing so.
"Where am I?" He whispers. The person gulps, moving their lips trying to find words. Luciano presses the knife deeper into their neck.
"Where am-"
"Venice Italy, on the river," The voice squeaks out. Luciano shakes his head not fully believing them. He gets off the person in haste, going to the window and running outside. He shields his eyes against the sun blinding him. He spins in circles taking in the buildings and their rustic styles. This isn't Italy. He knows Italy, he is Italy. This is nothing he's ever seen. The people around him are smiling, talking and selling things, flirting. Luciano walks down the street, scanning for something familiar and yet the twist in his gut recognizes things.
His feet take him down the street like he's walked these roads thousands of times before, yet the way it all looks is so strange to him. Before he knows what he's doing he's running. He takes turn after turn, knowing the way though he feels like he's getting more and more lost as the people pass him by. It's too friendly. He stops dead in his tracks in front of the Colosseum and he knows he's not in his Italy.
He drops to his knees seeing the building his grandfather built in pieces and crumbling. There are people walking around it. Luciano shakes his head again, the Colosseum is in pristine condition, used twice a month in his home. This can't be Italy.
"Hey!" A voice yells. Luciano doesn't look up to it. His thought are racing. What did Allen do? What did that British fuck say? He grits his teeth in anger, shaking slightly in disbelief.
"Hey are you okay?" A voice asks, closer now and Luciano manages to turn his gaze up to the honey colored eyes of the person he pinned down earlier. They reach out for him and Luciano slaps their hands away with a grimace. They whimper but do not run away.
"You left so suddenly and I-" They cut themselves off. Luciano pulls himself to his feet, noticing the way the person flinches.
"You said, Italy correct?" Luciano hisses. The person nods, wringing their hands together and Luciano sneers. He has no time for sniveling. He huffs and twitches his fingers itching to hold a knife. This is not Italy, or at least not his Italy.
"What year?" He rounds on the person, taking a step forward when they take on back. The fiddle with their fingers more while mumbling out the date and Luciano's confusion grows. It's still the same day as back in the dirty building with Allen but this place is not in war. This place is happy.
"Who are you?" Luciano asks. The person finally looks up to him blinking before a smile crosses their face that Luciano thinks has no business being there.
"My name is Feliciano Vargas," They say holding out their hand in politeness, and again, Luciano slaps it away.
"Vargas?" He repeats and the person nods their head with a smile though they are rubbing their hand to relieve it of it's stinging. Luciano doesn't know what's going on and quite frankly he's pissed. First this person says he's in Italy and then he has his last name.
"Take me to the minister." That order sets off a chain of events that gives Luciano a headache. This Feliciano stutters something about how it's the ministers day off and how it's not proper to bother someone on their day off. As if Luciano could give two shits. Someone in a position of power shouldn't
take a day off. He finally manages to get Feliciano to take him to the minister when he pulls a knife on him which of course first prompts Feliciano to drop to his knees and beg to not be killed.
After an hour, Luciano finally gets to the minister. He shoves his way through the office with Feliciano muttering apologies to the people behind him. He bursts into the office and throws a knife down on the desk of the so called man in charge.
"You are the minster yes?" He asks quickly. The man blinks down at the knife and nods.
"You are aware of nations then yes?" Luciano hisses. There is silence around him as Feliciano closes the door softly behind him. The minister glances at Feliciano and nods once more.
"I am Vene Italia, representation of North Italy and I demand to know where the fuck I am!" He barks out, slamming his hands on the desk and making the minister jerk out of his seat.
"You are in North Italy," The man says gently like he's dealing with a cornered animal though at his point he is the one cornered. Luciano growls and takes his knife from the desk and throws it into the wall next to the minters head.
"Did you say North Italy?" Feliciano asks quietly, stealing Luciano's attention. He gives an exasperated sigh and faces the man who has been trailing him this whole time. He raises an eyebrow to the confusion on Felicianos's face also confused as to why he feels the need to talk.
"But I'm North Italy," He says and Luciano snaps. He lunges for Feliciano, groaning in pain when he collides with the wall. He glares to the side where Feliciano now has his hands over his mouth and muttering out apologies. Luciano lunges for him again, ensuing him to chase the other around the office, trying to catch him. He's faster than Luciano thought. He finally manages to get Feliciano on the ground with a hand around his neck.
"Don't you dare insult me that way. I am North Italy and you are nothing but a weakling." He spits. Feliciano claws at his hands when the door burts opens and a body slams Luciano off him. He flies across the room, banging into the desk, and sprawling. Shaking his head when he manages to sit upright. There's a person over Feli, turning his face that way and that and scowling deeply. Luciano's eyes widen as the person turns to him, their green eyes blaring.
"Flavi?" Luciano says before his mind comprehends this person has brown hair and is frowning. There is no way Flavio would be caught dead making that expression.
"I am Romano Italia, representation of South Italy, state your business." He says in a deep voice that sounds too close to Flavio's it's messing with Luciano's head. Another person appears and he has to shake his head again, they look to much like Ricco for his taste. His mind swims.
"I don't know where I am," Luciano says finding no other words. The person who said he was South Italy scoffs and crosses their arms.
"So you attack my brother, nice fucking job." They say and Luciano throws a knife at him not having another thought as they are getting cluttered with wooziness. This one ducks easily and sends him a confused look.
"The fuck?" They ask. Luciano blinks, his vision getting blurry. He shakes his head but it makes his dizziness worse, he slips from his spot and his head hits the floor.
