The second chapter of The Hit List is below this HQSC (Humorous Quick Summary of Chapter). But by all means look into it! ( =3 =)

Humorous Quick Summary of Chapter 1! By my good friend, FrauWolf! It's great to have a little humor before this story don't you think? Enjoy this humorous intercept of the Hit List Chapter 1.

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Let the randomness begin~

Veneziano: My Grandpa's dead and my brother and I got kidnapped by Germans! This is awful.

Rome: Actually I'm surprisingly fine considering I got shot in the chest.

Veneziano: But Grandpa how is that possible?

Rome: …

Veneziano: …

Rome: You need to find that inheritance I left you, because I was super paranoid and hid it in the middle of nowhere. You'll need these plot-device rings, so keep them safe. *Dies*

Veneziano: Grandpa no… Ve~

Romano: We didn't need him anyway.

*Later*

Citizens: OMG THESE CHILDREN SUCK LET'S BEAT THEM WITH STONES

Romano and Veneziano: Omg this sucks ow.

Veneziano: Being hit with rocks is tiring, I'm just going to take a nap in the street

Romano: Fratello, we are going to show these German's up even if I have to carry you

Veneziano: Ve~ getting carried sounds good. *Gets on brother's back*

Romano: GOD I HATE ALL OF YOU PEOPLE!

*Later*

Romano: I'm in so much pain right now.

Roderich III: I'm going to force you to work for me because I better things to do with my life then do work. Also I want all your Grandpa's money.

Veneziano: We don't really have a choice, do we?

Roderich III: No, now shut up and put on this maid outfit.

Germany: OMG the new maid is so hot I don't know what to do! I'll give her food!

Veneziano: I miss my brother, my grandpa is dead, I look like a girl, and the food here sucks.

AND THUS BEGINS THE STORY OF VENEZIANO'S LIFE.

Let's get serious, I do not own Hetalia.

The Hitlist Chapter 2

Sleep. That was what Feliciano needed. It had been the twelfth night that he had suffered from the same nightmare. It had been no ordinary nightmare: it was his memory of the past few weeks, being played over and over again, tormenting him as he slept. He did his best to not mention anything about it, since no one would understand him even if he did say something about it. So he would normally stay quiet and copy whatever the other maids were doing. But that only worked out for little while. He tended to get in their way when he tried to help. Eventually, it reached the point that they would just throw the broom to him, signing to where to sweep, while they did their own work.

After a while, the work became easier for Feliciano. He learned all the places in the estate that were off-limits to him (after Frau Zelma gave him a few slaps on the wrist), and he knew all the people he had to curtsy or make way for when they pass: everyone. Feliciano wondered if everyone knew that he was the grandchild of Roma Vargas. Most people of high status would pass him and give him a quick glance before looking forward again. Even this made him smile. At least they are nice enough to leave him alone, unlike the guards that followed him everywhere.

Feliciano finally finished the job for the morning. He let out a sigh of exhaustion and he starting walking towards his room again. Today the estate was very crowded, with far more people visiting than usual. They were dressed in the colors of the German flag: red, black, and gold. Most were dressed in their most formal attire. Feliciano thought of how it used to be at home, about how directly it contrasted with what he was seeing there. Of course there were a lot of people, but they didn't carry the liveliness that the officials in Italy had. They were passionate for a change there, and they knew what they were fighting for! As for here, they seem to be very well mannered and had a debonairly personality. When he made his way up the stairs he heard someone call out, "Italien!"

The young boy turned around to face the same blonde child from the first day and a few other new faces. Feliciano curtseyed and stood there to await their command. The blonde blushed and backed away, but was pushed forward once more to the maid. Clearing his voice, he said in uneasy Italian, "Hello, my name is Ludwig. It is nice to meet you. What is your name?" He stuck out his shaky hand out, waiting to Feliciano to take it.

The Italian boy stared at him in shock. He took the time to learn his language to say hello to him. Ludwig was the first person to ever try to learn his name… The maids would call him all kinds of things, even though he repeated his name to them multiple times, breaking down each syllable. The maids would just go back to calling him names in German and giggle amongst themselves. Feliciano smiled and leaned down to kiss the quivering flabbergasted boy. In the background Ludwig's two companions gasped and started smiling like two goofs. Breaking loose, Feliciano grabbed Ludwig's hand and started shaking his jellied hand.

"Ve~My name is Feliciano!"

"Strange name. It almost sounds like a name for a male in a way...", Ludwig thought. The Italian's eyes shined with acceptance and he soon let a gentle smile flow on his face. Snapping out of it, Ludwig made an attempt to repeated Feliciano breaking down the syllables , "Ve? Fe-li-ci-ano-" Shaking his head Feliciano repeated his name, but without the Ve~. "Feliciano." Ludwig furrowed his brows and and repeated the italian's accent and name, "Feliciano?"

"Ve~ great! Ludwig!" The German boy smiled and tried to say another conversational greeting to him before he was rudely interrupted by his maid, Miss Zelma. She pushed the boys up the stairs and passed the little 'girl' with a "hmp".

Feliciano continued up the velvet steps after a few minutes to make sure that he wouldn't come across that maid again. Did she hate him for doing something? Whatever it was, it must've been horrid for her to treat him like that. He was finally at his door. He reached in his apron pocket on his dress and grabbed the key for the door. Walking in he found a note that was more than likely slid under the door. Feliciano locked the door again to make sure no one was watching. He picked up the plain white note from the ground to observe it.

Opening it he found a letter that simply had his name written on the front ,in very neat printed handwriting …

"Feliciano"

The Italian was very confused, so he opened the envelope at little more. There were flat rose petals in its pocket… Did he try to give me a rose? He looked at the small crack between the door and the floor, and smiled. Of course it wouldn't fit Luddy! Giggling at the thought of Ludwig trying to stuff a rose into the crack made his day. He looked at the petals and felt his eyes get slightly water. He has made his first friend in Germ- wait no! The red petals fell down from his palms as the painful memories came flooding in once more. Crimson blood that was smeared on the van, just like his and his brother's shirt when they were trying to stop the bleeding of Grandpa's chest. Their burning throats and eyes after exposure to the tear gas that was released throughout the vineyards during their escape. The corpses, festering and rotting, that rode in the same vans as them for six days straight- God! That memory crushed his chances of having any peace of mind for quite a long time.

He was crying now, unable to choose sides. Feliciano doesn't know whether or not will it be wrong to befriend a German that was loyal to their dictator; the leader that killed off his friends and families. But… why would Ludwig have to be brought into this madness? Feliciano smiled sadly and wiped his eyes. Ludwig was just like Feliciano… He hadn't done anything to hurt anyone else. So, why should he blame him? Feliciano sat on his bed and realized that he was understanding the true meaning of peace and neutrality. He really wanted it for his brother, for his deceased family, and for Ludwig. His finger ran across the ring on his hand remembering the promise that he and Lovino made on the day that they were separated.

"Grandpa, please watch over Lovino and I… because," he looked out the window and felt his face light up, "we will avenge you and fulfill your desire. We are getting closer to our goal".

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Feliciano was taken out of his thoughts and looked up from his ring to face the door. Jumping off of his bed, he quickly made his way to the door. He turned the knob to find Ludwig standing there with his hands behind his back with his slightly irritated maid. Nervously, Feliciano glanced to a nearby standing guard waiting for his approval to step out of the room, as always. With a grunt and a small nod from the guard, Feliciano came out to face his visitors.

The Italian smiled at Ludwig before giving him a bow, "Ludwig!" He wants to communicate more with the blonde but his German was very limited at this time. Trying to figure out something to say, the boy was interrupted in mid thought, with a 'bling' from the little technical device that was in Ludwig's hand. This caught his attention. He stepped forward to see what his new friend was doing, but was stopped by the click of one of the guard's gun. More than likely it was a warning for, "stay away", or "know your boundaries". Stepping back, he continued to watch Ludwig tap on the touchable screen with the slyness of a fox.

Once he was done, the same 'bling' came from the touch screen repeated for about five times before stopping completely. The guards allowed Ludwig to give Feliciano the object, which surprised all of them. It seems like they were also interested in what it was. Looking at the object, Feliciano gasped with awe. This was the popular touch screen that everyone was talking about at school a month ago! He rubbed the black fabric cover and then the screen. Amazing! Ludwig then took it away from him to show him the other uses of the tablet. He went on an app that had the picture of a globe, and typed a german sentence in a narrow white box, before pressing the green arrow key.

An hourglass appeared on the screen then it disappeared replacing it with a phrase in his language, and a robotic sounding noise that said, "keep this to communicate with people in the estate". Feliciano's amber eyes suddenly sparked with joy! With a bob of the head from Ludwig, he gave the device to Feliciano. "Ve~!" Feliciano chanted with joy. Now it will be easier for him to communicate with people throughout Germany! Copying the steps that Ludwig did, he gave it back to him at the exact time the computer said, " Thank you so much Ludwig!" in the german language.

Feliciano waited for a response from the german. There was a long pause from the taller boy. Perhaps he had done it wrong, or maybe the computer was acting up. It seemed pretty fine to him. It sounded like the language but-

BLING.

"You're welcome!"

Feliciano looked back down to the tablet to find it already translated into Italian. He guessed it worked judging on the smile on his face. For a couple of hours they sat in the hallway typing and passing audioed notes. It was rather fun for the most part. It was the first time during his stay that he was able to talk to someone in his language. After the clock struck three o'clock in the afternoon Ludwig's maid ,Frau Zelma, couldn't wait any longer. She was force to stand quietly beside the guards while she waited for Master Ludwig to finish his visit with Feliciano. With a sigh of victory, she quickly yanked the tablet out of Ludwig's hand and placed it into Feliciano's lap.

With a few snaps to the blonde, the maid dragged him out the servant quarters complain and bickering in their native language. Ludwig waved off and said his biddings before disappearing behind the corner of the hall. "Ciao!"

Feliciano walked back inside of his room and looked at the last sentence that Ludwig was going to submit. Clicking the green arrow, the hour glass appeared ,and like always it was replaced with the translated sentence of their language. The computer began to read it out loud, " Do you want to work for me? I am sure Miss Zelma wouldn't-". He looked at the text and replayed the audio clip over and over again. Is this real? The work load would be so much easier for him! No longer would he have to be bossed around by the older maids, and no longer would he be abandoned! He clapped his hands once then let out a soft, "Ve~". Ludwig was the best!

The rest of the evening was peaceful for him. He already completed all his work for today, so he didn't have to worry about those bullies. He prefer to stay in his room and look outside his window to scheme of the things that he would have to accomplish. One for a fact, he has to find Lovino and go back to Italy. Secondly, he needs to find all of the kids that he use to play with in the Vargas estate: the ambassador's grandchildren: Kiku Honda, the grandson of the ambassador of Japan; Arthur Kirkland, the grandson of the ambassador of The United Kingdom of Great Britain; Matthew Williams, the grandson of the ambassador of Canada.

All this thinking was making his head spin… Deciding that it would be a grand idea to take a nap, he laid his bruised body under the covers, and closed his eyes.

Gentle taps on the door sented shivers of anxiousness when Feliciano heard this, covers over his head. He looked at the tablet that was sitting peacefully on the small desk top, then looked outside. "10:32 p.m," he mouthed as he slowly got out of the bed. His eyes widen, surprised that he slept that long. But it was his first time in a while sleeping peacefully, without having that repeated nightmare. It's sort of late, although he did stay up later than this in Italy. Should he answer it? Rubbing his eyes, he got out of the bed and grabbed the knob. Behind the door revealed Ludwig, his only friend in the world besides his brother. A smile was painted smugly on the Italian's face, but was soon replaced with a frown.

How did he get there? The servant quarters are blocked off after nine, so how did he get in? Feliciano gazed at the unconscious guards throughout the hallway dumbfoundedly. "Wha-" before he could say anything Ludwig quickly grabbed his hand and took them back into Feliciano's room, quietly shutting the door.

"Why did you come here Ludwig?" Of course the German boy had no idea what he was saying but he had a clue, judging on Feliciano's reaction. He pulled two wireless objects out of his pocket and placed one of the headband-like accessory on his head. Doing the same for the shocked Italian, he pressed it's side button to activate it.

"Can you understand me?"

Feliciano looked up in amazement. Ludwig knows his language? Now they can both talk to each other quicker without passing the tablet around like a hot potato.

"Yeah!" feeling the headband he started to rejoice with radiance, " I-I do!" Feliciano felt so excited! It was like Christmas all over again! To make sure that this was real, he decided to pull off a tongue-twister for his dear friend Ludwig, "Can you understand this? She sells shee shells she shee-" blushing Feliciano waved his hands in defence realizing that he wasn't good at tongue twisters.

With a nod from Ludwig he corrected 'her'. "Do you mean 'she sells sea shells by the sea shore'?" Feliciano's eyes sparkled with delight. He reached out for his friend and gave him an electrified hug, "Ve~! Thank you, thank you!"

Very shyly Ludwig pushed Feliciano off of him. He turned his head to hide his deep blush. He gained the courage to speak up to Feliciano saying, " Y-your welcome " Breaking up his hug from Ludwig, Feliciano asked him, "Was there anything else you wanted to tell me?" Bright amber orbs met his deep sky blue. Noticing how very little space that was between them, he cleared his throat and took a few steps back. Scratching the back of his head he begins, "Um... tomorrow is a very special day for me…"

"What is it?"

Grabbing both of Feliciano's hands he explained thrilly, "I have been working hard for years for my dream job and-"

"How old are you?" Italy stared at him with question. He can't be that old, right? Is it normal for kids to get a life long job? He made a mental note in his head, "make sure that all children have a clear conscious of what they will be to contribute the Italian government".

"I'm fourteen" Ludwig answered, "the appropriate age of serving the Empire of the Greater German People," he finished, crossing his arms in a prideful manner.

"Wow! You're so cool! But what is the job?" Feliciano sat on his bed, playing with the hems of his dress.

Ludwig sat on the floor as if he was bracing himself for the news. "I am an inductee for becoming a hitman! The youngest in history to be chosen for such an event! That means I might be able to work with my older brother Gilbert when he gets home from Italy!" Feliciano clapped his hands in delight. Even though he has no idea what he was talking about he had to feel happy for his friend, but he stopped in mid clap remembering the guards outside.

"Ludwig, what exactly did you do to the guards?"

"I simply knocked them out with a rag covered in chloroform..." Ludwig said this simply, as if knocking people out with chloroform was a simply and normal affair.

Feliciano forced out a smile and choked out, "That seems like that might be dangerous, you know that… right?" Ludwig nodded. Seeing that this started to freak Feliciano out, Ludwig said, "Don't worry, the hitmen are trained to knockout marks without killing them, so they'll most likely be fine."

That still didn't help, so Ludwig decided to change the subject. "Well, the main reason why I came here was to see if the rumor was true." Feliciano continued to listen to Ludwig's statement, rocking his legs back and forth on the bed, in the pale moonlight. A blush came across his cheeks when he carried on, "Every hitman inductee that became a hitman, had the blessing of the person that they liked… my brother did it too, but his lover went back to Hungary awhile ago." He looked down at his shoes and then back to Feliciano's eyes, "And so I was wondering could I get that blessing from you?"

Feliciano got on the floor along side with him and asked, "Why do you want my blessing when we only met two weeks ago? Plus there a lot more prettier girls b-"

Before Feliciano knew it, he was already in the arms of his german friend. Ludwig deepen the hug and said with a stutter, " W-well, you're pretty Feliciano. Don't put yourself down like that…" Feliciano broke away and said, "Ve~ this is the first time that anyone told me this!" People at home normally called boys "handsome", but Feliciano assumed that the translator just had an odd choice of words.

"Luddy, I'm going to give you my blessing! Good luck with accomplishing whatever is needed to get your dream job!"

For the next hour they talked, and the more they talked the more fascinated they were with each other. Funny, sad, and serious stories. They shared them all, but Feliciano made sure not to say anything about his family being murdered by his people; he was afraid that Ludwig would view him differently after he mentioned something about it. of Ludwig later said his biddings, pulled out a black mask, and scurried out the quarters, leaving Feliciano in a even happier mood. He once again closed his eyes and made his way under the covers.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Feliciano jolted up from his bed holding his stomach in pain for the sudden movement. Trying to get up he swung his legs off the bed lazily and made his way to the door. "Um, hello?" he peaked his head out the door to see the same group of guards that escorted him and his brother to hall that they were later split apart at. In the back Lord Roderich Edelstein III stood there meekly as he made his way to the front of the group.

"Hello, Feliciano! I'm glad that you are doing fine in your-" he stopped to look into her narrow room, "lovely headquarters." Feliciano gave him a look of doubt and worry. He doesn't know whether or not he should trust him or despise him. Maybe it was both…

Stuttering, the boy glance at them behind the door. He built up his courage to ask, "Why are you here-" he began, eyeing him with a hint of terror. His face then harden when he tried to force out his name, "-Lord Edelstein?" The way he said his name made it sound like he was spitting poison, but the man merely ignored it, for he was very used to threats much worse than this. He wiped his glasses and slid his hair back to get the very few strands of hair that were over his eyes.

"Besides me, you are our guest of honor for tonight's banquet!" he turned around to face the couple of maids that held a series of designer clothing. He said a few things in German to the middle aged ladies and they bowed in response charging into the room. The headband that Ludwig gave to him earlier wasn't on his head. Instead it laid on his bedsheets. What were they doing? Reaching out for the tablet to do just that he was stopped by the two ladies undressing him.

"Wh-wh-what are you doing?" they continued striping him bare until he was in his undergarments, throwing everything he wore in a nearby hamper. Before they began dressing him again, they gasped at all of the dark marks that were on his chest and stomach. Feliciano felt his hands cover his body as he made the biggest attempt to hide himself from the women. It was like they thought he was a girl! They bit their lips and patted him on the shoulder after taking everything in. Seeing those bruises, they began to dress him like they were dressing a baby. One of the maids pulled an undershirt over his head and help the boy put on his black stockings, which was quite difficult for him to accomplish since this his first time putting them on. Afterwards they buttoned up his white cotton dress for him after many failures by him, of putting the right button in the hole. He was seriously starting to think that everyone thought that he is a 'she'. But maybe it is for the best… he'd rather work inside the house with maids than do manual labor with the men, so perhaps Grandpa was right. He and Lovino might be okay…

Finally, the rather itchy outfit was complete- consisting of a white dress, white shoes, and a brown ribbon in his hair. It was simple. Feliciano hate to admitted it, but he was getting use to the female clothing the the compound was providing them. He didn't feel that embarrassed like how he would normally feel on an everyday basis. Following the maids out the room, he saw that the guards were waiting side by side in their uniformed places. They began to walk out the servant quarters and into the very packed hall. The lights were bleam and classical music placed in the background. Foods of all kind was being served by servants to conversating people. Putting his hand on the golden bar of the staircase, the maids guided Feliciano down the steps when suddenly an announcer shouted something that made everything stop. Feliciano mouthed the phrase again to realize that his name was mentioned.

Looking down the steps he expected the audience to start throwing their champagne glasses and bottles at him. But that never happen… maybe one of them is going to start shouting threats and death threats to him? But even that never happened. He stopped in his tracks to only be met with a maid gentle pushing me forward. His legs felt like jelly, and his breathing was shaky. Something isn't right. It didn't feel right. Before reaching the bottom, a maid slowly gave him a white mask. Turning towards her to face her, Feliciano noticed that the maid's eyes showed a small spark of discomfort.

At the bottom of the steps, he was met with a dozen different children at the bottom. Each one wearing a black mask, and grey/white clothing similar to what he has on, but less dressy. Up on the deck stood Lord Edelstein, adjusting his detachable mic on his uniform, and giving it minor small taps.

He stood there with a genial smile as he continued to speak. The dictator seems very happy today.

Today was it. Ludwig has been working for this for half of his life and he was going to become a hitman as of today. He is now going to be able to take down those who would destroy the natural cause of creating a better Germany! So here he is, standing hand in hand with his older colleges, making history just standing here. If he passes the test then he would be the youngest hitman in history. Smiling at the thought of it the announcer then interrupted his thoughts.

"The hit list for today's enrollment test for hitmen inductees. Treason for being part of a family uproar against The Empire of the Greater German People! Three million dollars in trust funds lost and stolen by the Vargas family. Punishment: labeled as a hit lister!"

Ludwig sneered. Such a low life! How can one person do this much damage to the Greater Germany? Glancing up in the corners of his eye to see the tyrant buffoon, he was nudged by one of his older comrades.

"Fe-" at the exact moment, both men talked making it harder for him to hear the name quite clearly.

"Ludwig, do you think it'll be unyielding out there?"

Darn it! He didn't hear the name! Nudging his classmate back, he asks him, "did you hear the name?" His collaborator shook his head, and explain that he wasn't really paying attention to it. The blonde shrugged it off, but quickly turned his head to the direction of the light taps that was placed on a microphone. All he has to do it shoot down the person dressed in white. Realizing that it is their fellow Dictator, he listened carefully to the upcoming news.

"Greetings everyone! Today is the celebration of victory. We have finally captured the heir of the Vargas estate, but we are not done yet. In gratitude, we are going to let our future hitmen kill this scoundrel and forever bring down the Vargas clan!" with a cheer and applaused from the audience and inductees they began the ceremony. They forcefully pushed the hit lister out the main battle ground. After a full ten minute head start, it was our goal to find the listee and kill him. Whoever brings the body to the head guard first will be granted the title "hitman".

With their guns loaded, they were finally released and the spectators cheered.

He was the fastest out of all of them. Passing, sliding, and hiding, he found the perfect place to see everything that the battle grounds had. It looked like a normal town, but it was understanding why they done here. Most hit listers were tracked down in towns. He ducked down and planted himself in the mud and grass to camouflage. Unlike his competitors, he uses his head. Compared to the others, he wasn't strong or tall, but he was one hell of a sniper.

Everybody was looking at the most reasonable places: Abandoned houses, closets, or maybe even the forest. But that was too predictable. Gazing at the whole 'fake' city, he found a building that one or two bells on the rooftop like a Catholic church. Perhaps he's religious, praying to his God? Walking to the other side of the hill to get a good glimpse of what was inside of the building he swatt down and aimed his gun mercilessly at the windows.

Suddenly white appeared in one of the seats ducking, or what seems like crying. Smirking he closed one eye and looked into the tiny magnifying glass that pointed straight to his head. His finger brushed the trigger, before pulling it.

Click.

He expected to hear a thunderous roar as the shot was fired, but instead it was replaced with a light 'click'. Once again he smirked. No wonder nothing was heard of… they took away all of the ammunition, forcing him to literally kill his target in person. He has no choice but to go to the church and kill the victim himself.

Feliciano was on his knees praying to God, hoping that he can get out of this situation somehow. What has he done to get this treatment? But whatever he did, forgive him... the dictator lied once again, or maybe he didn't ask enough questions. Lovino, where are you? Please be safe...

"God, please help us… give me strength..."

Everything was quiet… nobody has tried to shoot him yet. He's exhausted from all that running he had to do to stay away from the crowd that was chasing him. Coughing, he winced at the pain in his stomach again that day from all that running. But he can't give up now. Gripping the ring that Grandpa Roma gave him, he sighed. "Sorry Grandpa, but I am not planning on seeing you now…"

At that moment, the 'click clacks' of shoes was faint but noticeable. It became louder and louder each passing moment.

He was so close to becoming a hitman that he can taste it, but there was one thing that he couldn't stop thinking of. Who was behind that mask? His teacher, bruder, and Frau Zelma warned him that curiosity kills. But just one peek wouldn't hurt after he was done. Stepping into the church he took in his surroundings. The paint on the wall was clearly old, it was peeling; the stone statue of Mary and baby Jesus that was in the front of the church podium; the white rim of a dress. It was more than likely the hit lister is a girl, but a hitman's job was to kill whomever they were told to kill, and to not hesitate for any reason.

She was bent down, turning the opposite direction of where he was standing. He guess that she knew he was there already, so grabbing his gun he angled it in a position for easy kill. Before he could do that the girl turned and kicked him on his knee, buying her enough time to roll under the seats, and away from him. Cursing to himself, he stepped on her dress which stopped her.

He had to know. His curiosity got the best of him… quickly, but gracefully, he unmasked her to reveal the same amber eyes that make his heart pound; the same auburn hair the seems to glow into the sunlight; the same chubby face of his dear Feliciano. But this time, 'her' face was drowned in pure horror. Her eyes were red and puffy from the crying, and her face was flushed.

"F-Feliciano? Why are you here?" he choked out, taking off his black mask to reveal himself to her. Rule one broken: Never reveal yourself to the hit lister.

Her eyes showed the little shine it normally had, as she got up to hug him tightly. "Non so cosa sta succedendo! Pensavo che fossi uno di loro!" She shook in terror before stepping back once more, glaring at the gun that he had. Ludwig realized that the gun was scaring her so he placed it away from the two. He leaned down to embrace her, wrapping his tone arms around her slender ones. The heat traveled to his face when he did this, so he turned the other direction hoping that she wouldn't be able to see him like this; vulnerable. But this was his chance! He could kill her now and get it over with. Pulling a small blade from his sleeve he aimed it at her neck behind her. One quick slice would make him become a hitman, working for the country that he loves. He looked down once more, Feliciano was clearly holding back her tears when she sniffled ,"Salvami Ludwig-".

Even though he had no idea of what she was saying, he had a clue. She was scared and shaking in his arms. He couldn't kill her… Ludwig grew too attached to her to even think once about doing so. Feliciano continued to cry in his arms, as the lingering thoughts of Ludwig remained locked up in his mind… what now? He just committed treason all for this one girl. Rule two broken: don't help the hit lister.

Their comfort session was over with the sound of yells and footsteps. "Where are you?"

One of his competitors marched inside of the church, armed with a few hand knifes and an unloaded gun like Ludwig. "Why are you just standing there? You had the chance to kill her, so back off!"

Ludwig stepped in front of Feliciano and made sure that 'she' was well blocked from any harm. He pointed his knife towards the women and charged at her. Feliciano stared in shock hand over her mouth and eyes wide for seeing the sight of blood once more… the knife slid into the woman's neck and Ludwig mumbled to himself, "Rule three broken: never turn against your comrades in a friendly competition, such as this one…" A dark smile spread over Ludwig's face. "Damn, I broke all the rules..."

Ludwig had committed treason, but he might still have a chance to survive if a miracle happened. But how is he going to escape when it is heavily guarded with guards and soldiers to monitor the place?

Meanwhile, the audience stared in horror as the camera kept rolling the live scene of Ludwig's treason. Rolling a cup full of wine Roderich smirked, bring the cup to his lips…

"Things just got interesting..."

DONE! Ve~! (=ヮ=)

Thank you! Frau Wolf and Imaolevi my Editors!

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