Shinigami-cat: This one should be a little better than the prologue.
slasher360: Should be?
Shinigami-cat: YOU DOUBT THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS ME?
slasher360: … I come baring gifts? *shuffles towards the door and drags in a box*
Shinigami-cat: *raises an eyebrow* what is it?
slasher360: It's not a question of what, but who. *Opens box and out pops Canada*
Canada: Where am I?
Shinigami-cat: slasher360 you are the best. *Hugs Canada* He's like a puppy!
Canada: What's going on?
slasher360: Oh… by the way there are others…
Shinigami-cat: What do you mean others?
slasher360: *opens door. Outside is pretty much every other character in Hetalia. *
Shinigami-cat: *hugs slasher360*Have I mentioned how much I love you?
slasher360: LOL. Oi Who wants to read a fan fiction?
Shinigami-cat: OH CRAP I FORGOT THE DISCLAMER! REMEMBER FOLKS I DON'T OWN HETALIA!
It had been years since Feliciano had his surgery. All he had to remember it was a little scar near his hair line. He was now living with his boyfriend Ludwig. They had met in high school and after two years of touch and go they were a couple. Feliciano liked living with Ludwig; he took care of him, loved him and asked him to move in. Not surprisingly his brother Lovino hated the idea and threw a fit.
One year earlier
"NO WAY" Lovino screeched. "THAT FUCKING POTATO BASTED HAS BRAINWASHED YOU!" He tried to lung forward but was caught in Antonio's arms.
"Lovi," Cooed Antonio. "You shouldn't be mean to Ludwig. Your brother loves him very much and would probably be upset if Ludwig killed you."
"YOU SAYING CAN'T FIGHT?"
"Please calm down fratello." Said Feliciano
Lovino continued to yell as Antonio carried him out of the room. "I guess we'll be leaving now." Antonio said with a smile on his face. "It's always nice to see you Feli same to you Ludwig." And on that note Antonio and Lovino were gone.
Back to the present
Today Feliciano was with Ludwig in a rather… unusual place. They were both in black tuxedo's and standing in a cemetery. They were standing on either side of a grave. The tombstone read:
Ivan Braginski,
1991-2011
NOT A VERY NICE GUY
The photographer quickly set up the camera. Feliciano stood there in the clod and watched the man work; he was a short Japanese man with short black hair and dark brown eyes. His name was Honda Kiku. He was sent to write an article about Feliciano Vargas, the man who wrote five books using the pen name Ivan Braginski.
Feliciano had kept the fact that he was Ivan Braginski a secret from everyone (except Ludwig, Matthew (his publisher) and the government or he wouldn't have gotten payed). It had been working out well for him; he was making money (so Ludwig didn't get upset with him about not a job), he was able to write things that he normally shudder at and he had a bit of fun doing it.
Earlier that day
Kiku was interviewing Feliciano at Ludwig's house. He had asked a variety of questions; from favourite colour to first pet. Then he asked the hard questions.
"Why did you decide to revile that you were Ivan?" Kiku asked.
"Ve, I've wanted to do it for ages." Feli chimed. "But every time I got around to it I thought of another story and started writing again!"
Ludwig entered the room carrying a tray with three cups of coffee. He sighed at what Feli had just said. "Thank god for Arthur Kirkland." Said Ludwig with relief in his voice. He gave Feli and Kiku a cup of coffee. "If he hadn't have threatened to go to the media about this I don't think Feli would have stopped."
Feliciano's eyes widened. "Ve? Ludwig was worried about me? Why didn't you tell me? If you did I wouldn't have kept writing that scary stuff!"
Ludwig went a light shade of pink. "You looked so happy I just couldn't bring myself to stop you."
Feliciano squealed and hugged Ludwig's arm. He was so happy Ludwig cared for him. This made Ludwig's face burn an even brighter shade of red.
Back in the cemetery
Ludwig was getting frustrated by how long it was taking to take a couple of photos. Feliciano smiled and looked over at the tombstone. Ivan Braginski. He created that character when the light bulb in his head finally turned on; he wasn't good at writing anything that people wanted to read, he needed to create a someone that knew what people wanted to read and it had to be completely different from who he was.
That was how Ivan Braginski was born. Feliciano made the whole backstory to Ivan's life; born and raised in Russia, moved to America, physically abused by his abusive father and drunken mother, lived either at home or in juvie, when he was eighteen he killed his mother via poison and his father via strangulation, lived in jail for twenty years, during which time he began to write these novels staring Jonathan Berk, AKA Jawbraker. He was only snapped out of his thoughts by Ludwig gently nudging him with the end of the shovel.
"Ve!" Squeaked Feliciano.
"Could you move to the left just a little bit more please Feliciano-san?" Asked Kiku.
Feliciano moved to the left and smiled happily as Kiku took the picture.
One week later at Ludwig's house
Feliciano was in the kitchen making pasta for lunch. He happily whistled to himself as he cooked. Ludwig was sitting in the lounge room reading the newspaper. "Feli" He called. "They published the article."
"Ve, Really?" Asked Feliciano. He left the past to boil and went over to look at the article. "You look so handsome Ludwig."
The pictures chosen for the article were one of Feli and Ludwig next to Ivan's grave and the other was a picture of tem sitting down on a couch drinking coffee; Feli had a big smile on his face and had his head on Ludwig's shoulder, Ludwig had a cup of coffee in one hand and had wrapped the other around Feli's shoulder.
Ludwig's ears went a little pink. "It's a good picture…"
"Si, Lunch is almost ready."
"Pasta again?" Asked Ludwig with a slight frown.
"Si" Feli said happily. "And I made enough for dinner to."
Ludwig shook his head. He loved Feliciano more than anything, but even he had to draw the line at eating pasta for breakfast, lunch and dinner for six days in a row. It wasn't healthy.
"I'll cook tomorrow." Ludwig muttered to himself. "Do you want me to set the table Feli?"
"Si."
A few months later
Ludwig wasn't having an easy time getting to sleep. Feli was tossing and turning in his sleep. Ludwig eventually gave up trying to get to sleep and decided to read a book. He turned on the lamp on his bedside table and picked up a book he was halfway through reading.
Chicken feed
By
Ivan Braginski
Ludwig shuddered every time he read that name. Ivan Braginski. He hated everything about him. He especially hated how Feliciano acted every time he finished writing a chapter of Ivan's books; he would be depressed and distant for days, often staying on the couch all day, hardly talking or moving. But even Ludwig had to admit that despite how much it sickened him Feli's other half Ivan was an extremely good writer. He flipped it open and started to read from halfway down the page.
Jawbraker laughed as Sophie tried to apply pressure to Edward's arm in a vain attempt to stop him from bleeding out. Jawbraker sighed and pulled out his buck knife. It hardly ever left his person. He lent down near Sophie and whispered.
"Too late girly, he's as good as dead."
He pulled her off Edward and dragged her deeper into the woods. Sophie screamed and pleaded but her cries fell on deaf ears. He threw her against a tree causing her to cry out in pain. Jawbraker raised the knife in to the air at plunged it in to the bark of the tree. He stood back for a second to admire his work; the teen was shivering, tears rolled down her face and she was coated in the blood of her beloved Edward. Jawbraker had tortured her so badly he was worried that she might be too broken to realise that she was going to be in extreme pain shortly. But the look in her eyes made him sigh in relief. She was still with him. He grabbed her throat and pulled the knife out the tree. He pressed it against her skin and-
"Ve, go away." Mumbled Feli.
Ludwig looked over at Feli; he was still tossing about, but he didn't say anything else. Ludwig went back to his book.
He pressed it against her skin and slowly began to carve the skin off her chin. Sophie screamed, but it just encouraged him. He began to carve-
"Ve!" Cried Feliciano. "No! Stop! Don't hurt him. Hurt me! Don't kill them. No it's you not…" Feliciano rolled onto his stomach and was silent once more.
Ludwig bit his lip. Should he wake him up? He seemed fine now... but if it happened again he would wake him up.
He began to carve part of her cheek away. She screamed in agony. Jawbraker smiled at her sweetly…almost like how a child looks at a small puppy.
"If you're a good girl and scream a little louder…" He said. "I'll make the pain stop sooner."
"NOOOO!" Screamed Feliciano.
Feliciano kicked Ludwig out of the bed. Ludwig sat on the floor for a few seconds trying to comprehend what just happened. Feli continued to scream his lungs out.
"HOW COULD YOU? NOT LUDWIG! LEAVE HIM ALONE! IT'S ME YOU WANT! PER FAVORE, NON LUDWIG UCCIDETEMI! NOOOOOOOOO!"
Ludwig grabbed Feliciano and started shaking him. "Wake up."He said. "Wake up, wake up, wake up."
Feliciano's eyes snapped open and he gasped. Tears immediately began to stream down his face.
"Oh Ludwig." He buried his face into Ludwig's chest. "I… I thought he killed you. I begged him to stop but he wouldn't. He said that I didn't deserve to have anything I wanted. Then he cracked your head open with the pipe… And maggots were crawling out of the blood stains and-"
Ludwig cut him off. "It's okay Feliciano." He wrapped his arms around the small trembling brunet. "I'm here… who did you dream killed me?" Ludwig asked, mainly because he was curious as to who Feli thought killed him.
Ludwig looked down at Feliciano. His eyes were large and terrified. "Ivan." He whispered. "Ivan Braginski."
Ludwig patted Feli on the head. "It's okay Feli. He isn't real. He can't actually hurt me or anyone for that matter. You feel a little better now?"
Feliciano nodded and lied back down. He was still a little shaken so Ludwig wrapped his arms around Feliciano until they both fell asleep.
The Cemetery- Early in the morning
Wang Yao slowly trudged slowly with his shovel in hand as he pastthe head stones that lined the sides of the pathway. It was too early for him to start working. He wanted to crawl back into his warm soft bed and sleep, not dig up new graves.
He could hear the crows cawing in the trees. It made him feel uneasy. That was the one thing (besides the early mornings) was the crows. It made him feel like he was in some kind of cheap zombie flick. But today the crows were over the far side of the cemetery near the highway away from the trees.
"Someone must have tossed another dead animal in here aru" He said.
Yao was right. A dead dog had been tossed into the cemetery… Well it looked a little like a dog. It was either that or a very large cat.
Yao sat on a head stone and sighed. "Aru, it's too early for this."
He stood up and started back to his car, when he saw something that made him do a double take. One of the graves had a huge hole in it, there were hand prints in the freshly moved dirt and foot prints leading away to the fence.
Yao rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Must be more tired than I thought." He picked up a shovel and filled in the grave. He looked over at the grave and read the name Ivan Braginski. He shrugged and walked back to his car to get a bag to put the animal in. He never thought about the grave again.
Two days later a local truckerHeracles Karpusi was found bludgeoned to death at the side of the road. The police still haven't located his truck.
Shinigami-cat: So what do you all think?
slasher360: That's more like it! Get back to your old violent, twisted, psyco side =D
Italy: *hiding under my bed*
Canada: That was different…
Russia: That was good, da. Will I be making a better appearance soon?
Shinigami-cat: HELLS YES RUSSIA!
America: What about me? I'm the hero, I wanna be in this too.
Shinigami-cat: … I'll think about it. Any way… PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW THIS! I NEED ATTENTION OR I'LL EXPLODE!
