Killing someone you hate, always a plus.

Killing your brother's best friend, aaah little less of a plus.

Doing both at the same time? Emotional rollercoaster.

I got lectured for killing my little brother, Feliciano's, best friend, Ludwig, so brutally. It wasn't my fault, I had to make sure he couldn't regenerate. How can I be gentle when killing a nation?

I yawned, which seemed to be the wrong response because Feliciano replies with a light shove. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!? DID YOU HAVE TO HURT HIM SO BADLY!?"

The shove, was the last straw. I took in a deep breath and glare at Feliciano, "I had to kill him Vene! What was I supposed to do!? My only weapon was a tiny knife that could only kill in the most brutal and painful way possible! I WAS NOT GOING TO DIE!"

Feliciano stared at me, before adding softly, "What was running through your head when you killed him Lovino?"

I didn't want to answer, so I didn't. I got myself comfortable in bed and turned away from my little brother. "It doesn't matter, I would think you'd be happy that your big brother didn't die. Guess I should've known better."

I knew this was going to guilt trip him into not bringing up the subject for a while, but I also knew that, possibly, he wasn't going to talk at all for a while.

Though he did say one thing before heading to his own bed, "You didn't have to attack him while he was weak."

"He didn't have to pick a fight to try and destroy me." I turn my head to glance over my shoulder and find Feliciano staring at me with a rare and serious glance.

That night's sleep could've been better. Going to bed thinking your little brother wished you were dead does give you horrible nightmares but I guess nations were kinda used to not thinking positively.

As I opened my eyes, I found I was no longer in my dark and cramped cell with Feliciano. The room looked so familiar, though everything was so large. Tossing the sheets off me, I also notice I'm in a white night gown. The white sheets also look and smell amazingly clean. Reaching to run my fingers through my hair I notice my hands are definitely a lot tinier.

My memory suddenly reminds me where I know this room from. It's Grandpa's old villa near the coast of Italy.

Letting myself drop off the bed onto the floor, I see the robes Feliciano and I used to wear as kids. Pure white and waiting for me to change into them.

Putting them on, almost as if following a morning routine I didn't know I still followed. I checked my reflection out as I put on my little white cap and silver cross. Smiling softly, I gave a twirl and start to remember how happy wearing white used to make me feel.

"hehe I thought you said twirling was for girls Fratello!"

I turned to find Feliciano wandering in, wearing the exact same kind of robe. He twirled up to the mirror before hugging me close. "I wasn't twirling, idiota! I-I was just getting ready for the day!"

He giggled and pulled me towards the door, "Come on Fratello, we can sit in the fields and eat fruits again! I wanna draw you again!"

I couldn't help the smile on my face, figuring out this must've been after Grandpa passed away. It was the only way Feliciano and I were allowed to hang out, however I also had the sinking feeling something bad was about to happen.

That feeling didn't last long.

With a crash and screams, the front door was kicked in and I'm dragging my little brother towards the back door. The confusion rang through my head as he was pulled away from me and someone picked me up, carrying me away from the house.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to scream for my brother. Trying to contact him wherever he was.

When I opened my eyes again, the air smelt of dirt and was heavy instead of the smell of the sea and lightness of home.

My once pure and clean robes were disgusting and covered in dirt. My hat was gone and my silver cross torn off my neck in the dust outside the cell I currently sat in. I'm too tired, I'm so hungry.

That bastard didn't want to look after me anymore, so what's going to happen now?

Who's going to keep me safe?

That stupid Austrian shouldn't make me do chores that are too difficult if he didn't want me to fuck up.

I just want to see Feli again. As annoying as my little brother is, he's all I have left.

With a soft sigh, I curled up and got ready to sleep again. Closing my eyes and trying to will back tears so they didn't wake me up later.

When they opened again, I found myself in a conference room. Looking down at myself, I found I was wearing old and dirty hand-me-downs from Spain. The brown shirt and pants were a little big and covered in dirt and sweat from the farm work I did earlier that day.

I don't know why I'm in this room, why Spain locked the door after me. It can't be that important if he just picked me up while I was working and carried me here.

Sitting in silence, nothing happened for a long while until a yelp and a slam of doors had a young man in the room with me. He was dressed in a light green dress shirt and a pair of dark grey slacks; the thing about him that caught my attention was the curl sticking out of the left side of his head.

"Feliciano?"

We stood in silence, his eyes still appearing closed as a smile crept across his face. "Fratello?"

I closed my eyes and wiped my face dry, though when I opened my eyes again we were no longer in that conference room. We were at a beach, though I couldn't move.

Screams rang through the air as my brother and I struggled to get out of the German bastard's grasp. Men struggling as their heads are held under the water and Feliciano screams in fear are the only things I can hear.

"Now, for the rest of them, use the personifications as examples."

Everything becomes chaotic at this point. One moment I'm staring down at my own terrified reflection, the next I'm struggling against a hand on the back of my neck to get my face out of the water.

Black spots appear in my vision as the salt burns my eyes and my lungs feel like exploding.

Before blacking out, a scream erupted from my throat "FELICIANO!"

I pant as the water becomes air, the sea floor the wall of my cell and the German hand becomes nothing.

Shaking softly, I look over at Feliciano who's still fast asleep. I guess I didn't actually scream, that's good.

A part of me wishes it did wake Feliciano up though, just so it wouldn't be weird if I crawled into his bed and held him close.

Not that I'd want to!

Why would I want to!?

My brother is a moron!

…. Though, I guess almost dying kinda reminded me about how important he actually is to me. He's all I have left, maybe I should lighten up on him.

But, he did yell at me for surviving. I guess everyone needs to chill out. That's my last thought before curling up, facing away from Feli to make an attempt on a better dream.

My morning started with a rude knocking at our door. The yelling and the frantic thuds got us both up and dressed, with the promise of food and company of other nations. Without the help of my little brother, I wasn't able to move my shoulder enough to put a shirt on.

Leaving the room shirtless would usually make me feel a little more self-conscious, though nations we past didn't look me in the eye anyway. No one had any interaction with me, other than Feliciano storming past me, making sure to shove my wounded shoulder as he did.

The searing pain that exploded from the wound was enough to bring tears to my eyes, it was bad enough it wasn't healing properly because of the fucking bullet.

Before I could shout some sort of response at my idiotic brother, he had already disappeared from my sight. He probably saw one of his 'friends' and went to go talk to them or something.

I didn't think about where he went for too long before heading to the food room on my own. Nothing wrong with eating alone, in fact it's relaxing and gave me time to think about… things.

I don't know, thinking is nice I guess.

As I enter the room, I notice everyone give me a glance before making an effort to not see me. Great, everyone probably thinks I'm some kind of freak.

Moving over to the shelf, I picked up the food with my name on it and found an empty table. The feeling I'm being watch followed me everywhere I go, which makes this meal a little more unsettling then the disgusting goop that I think is meant to be egg.

"Eurgh, Germany might as well have killed me instead of make me endure this filth."

Silence would've been just fine, however, Antonio thought differently as he came up behind me. His arms wrapped around my shoulders to urge a scream from my throat. Nations looked over to see Antonio doting on me as I held the bleeding wound in my shoulder.

Anyone who didn't know any better probably suspected Antonio of attempting to kill me or weaken me before a fight. I would push him away from me, tell him to shut up, but I couldn't say anything. The pain throbbing from my shoulder was shaking my whole body and was pushing tears to spill down my cheeks.

"L-Lo Siento Lovi, I-I just wanted to surprise you with a hug!"

I groaned weakly as he attempted to stop the bleeding, murmuring apologies over and over again. I barely noticed as a blonde, German bastard walked over; sitting across from me with a knife on his food tray.

"Is he ok Spain?"

I barely felt I had the energy to glare at the bastard, I didn't want to speak either. I was afraid that what would escape would be a whimper rather than a threat. Without much of a word, my brother and Kiku also approached to assess the damage.

"Let me have a look at him. Romano-kun, try to stay still." I couldn't help the flinch and whimper as Kiku opened the wound slightly to have a look. "There's something in there, we have to remove it so it heals properly. Germany give me that knife."

Feliciano had taken my other hand as Kiku lined the knife with the wound opening. Antonio held his hand over my mouth so that I didn't scream too loudly as Germany stared me in the eye to keep me distracted.

"1,2,3!"

After three, I felt a horrific pain that felt about as bad as getting shot. The screams that ripped through my throat were muffled by Toni's hand, the force I was using to grip Feliciano's hand probably broke his fingers.

When I tried to look away from Germany, he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. "Look at me Romano!"

Screaming in pain as someone gets a bullet out of my arm. What a brilliant breakfast.

As he removes the knife and grabs the bullet, Kiku held some folded up napkins to the wound and everyone else began to back up. "Try to move your arm Romano-kun."

I whimper and shook my head. My breathing was short and painful, I was not in the mood to see mobility I had in that arm. "I-I can't, t-too painful."

Kiku just nods and holds out his hand to everyone else, "Does anyone have anything I can use to dress this?"

With that Antonio and Feliciano ran off to find someone who would part with some bandages. It didn't take them too long to return with America holding a first-aid kit. He handed the kit to Kiku before sitting next to Germany across from me, "Man, Canadia and I heard you scream from the other side of the hall. We ran off to grab a kit as soon as we heard it."

"It's Canada America."

I look over to where the voice came from, to see Feliciano jump away from him in surprise, "Ah, who are you!?"

Canada sighed as he shook his head, "It doesn't matter."

I could barely feel the dull ache on my shoulder caused by the constant manhandling of the wound. My head felt so heavy, possibly from the heavy blood loss. I felt my head lead the rest of my body to the floor, only to be stopped by Antonio and Feliciano holding me up.

Germany, Kiku, America, Canada, Antonio and Feliciano all sat near me. Feliciano and Antonio spent their time trying to feed me and get me to drink. My pride, it's gone. After a while my limbs didn't feel as heavy as before and I could feed myself.

Though, I couldn't use two utensils at once due to the pain still throbbing through my shoulder. I don't speak to anyone, as they all hold their own conversations with each other. When I finish my food, I stand without another word and walk away.

I can't look my brother in the eye at the moment, I don't want to talk to Germany, America or Cana-something and I don't want to get cheered up by Kiku or Antonio. I just want to go back to bed, dream about something a little better.

What I hadn't realised is that someone had decided to stand and follow me. I thought I was alone, as I walked to my room with my head down.

As I got myself back into bed, I heard the door open and close. I decided not to move as they sat on the edge of my bed. I couldn't sleep as I felt his eyes staring at the back of my head.

It doesn't make me uncomfortable, what does make me uncomfortable is the fact that this means he wants to talk. I don't want to talk, I want to sleep and pretend none of this is happening.

I wanted to be back in the villa, only getting out of bed to spend days relaxing in a tomato field. I never wanted to be human more than at this moment.

We sat in silence for ages, I don't know why. I was sure that it was Feliciano who had followed me here. Though, Feliciano wouldn't sit on my bed in silence for this long. The two questions that rang through my head were, should I turn to greet them or sit in stubborn silence?

The silence was comforting, but it didn't distract me from the gaze I could feel was focussed on me. I finally glanced over my shoulder to see America watching me.

I don't really know how I felt at this point. I was surprised because the bastard looked so serious, I was angry because this bastard was in my room without my permission and I was relieved that it wasn't my little brother.

Even as we stared at each other, neither of us said a thing. I didn't know how to respond to him, he just sat there.

The silence, however, didn't last long as he begins to speak. "How's the shoulder Lovino?"

It took a moment to get over my surprise before glaring at him. "It's fine, what do you want from me?"

America smiled slightly before scratching the back of his head, "I want you to tell me how you killed Germany. How you got the idea to climb the tree? What made you snap? Did you mean to hesitate at the start?"

I sat up, about to punch this guy when he asked his last question, "What was your thoughts when you killed him?"

"WHY IS EVERYONE ASKING ME THAT QUESTION!?" He didn't answer, he just sat and stared at me expecting one. I wasn't sure how to answer him though. I can't truthfully say I knew. "I-I don't know, I-I guess just…. I don't want to die and he has to die for me to live."

He nodded, as if he would understand. He waited for me to say something, probably hoping I would answer more of his odd questions, but I sat in stubborn silence not interested in answering to him.

Why should I have to answer to him?

That fight had nothing to do with him, and it's not like we're even close. We weren't close friends, we weren't friends, heck I couldn't care less if he were to drop dead at any given moment.

When he realised he wasn't getting anything else from me, he stood slowly. He still smiled as he headed for the door, though he didn't leave until he left his final word. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

I stared at the door, thinking about what happened last time I ran to him for help. You can't trust anyone in these fights, so why would I trust a burger vacuum with my thoughts?

I barely had enough time to rest my head before I heard a knock at my door for the second time that morning. Though, this knock was accompanied by many harsh words, "You better be out of bed you lazy, good-for-nothing cheat!"

I don't know what they were on about, I didn't really care. I slowly stood and watched as the door opened to reveal a young lady. Most of her was very fair and beautiful. Gold hair fell delicately on her broad shoulders, her skin was so pale that she looked almost fragile. The only indication that those harsh words were from her, were the cold blue eyes that stared down at me.

"Do you know who I am Lovino Romano-Italia Vargas?"

I shook my head and watched her walk up to me, her strut was very mechanical and reminded me of days when armies were important. Maybe she held those values. I didn't really care too much about who she was and why she was here, but I couldn't be mean to a pretty girl.

"You should know who I am, I am someone you need to show your utmost respect for."

I tried not to sound too snappy as I felt a slight smirk crawl across my face, "and why is that bella?" She wasn't pleased, she had me against the wall. Hands around my throat and a scowl disfiguring her dear face. "Ciccina, try smiling more. It might make you look prettier."

"Shut up! You couldn't have possibly killed the motherland fairly!"

"Oh, a patriot, I see." I couldn't help the glare that painted itself on my face. A German had dared to enter my room and call me a cheat. I couldn't kick or hit them, you can't do that to a bella; I felt like kicking her out though purely due to her loyalty to Germany. "How can I have cheated? A fight to the death has no rules to break."

Her grip on my throat tightened and I noticed that she wasn't strong enough to actually strangle me. This act of hers was probably to scare me into admitting to this 'cheating', however it takes a lot more to scare a nation. It takes even more than that to scare a descendant of Rome…. Unless you're a fellow nation, "You knew about the flood before going into the fight, didn't you? That's why you ran at first; you were stalling for time!"

"Ok lady, look around this cell and tell me if you see a TV. Do you see a newspaper? A magic fucking charm that can read the future? No? Then tell me, how the fuck did I predict a fucking flood?"

She wasn't there for the truth, she was there to get her revenge. She was probably trying to tighten her grip instead of answering me as she just glared even harder. The silence was long and kinda awkward. It lasted until another woman walked in and pulled her off me, "Let him go, I need him in good condition."

Oh yay, a new boss.

"Vargas, say sorry to the nice lady"

I felt my blood boil, but fought to keep a neutral face. Just as Grandpa would say, it wouldn't be very manly to lose your temper in front of attractive females. "I don't like lying to bellas, and I don't feel sorry."

I felt a sting in my face before my head was forced down into a bow, "Say sorry or I'll say it for you!" When I didn't say anything, I was promptly kicked in the gut and dropped as I heard, "He is so sorry for all the damages he has caused."

I knew I wasn't going to like this bitch. I didn't cause any damages it was that German bitch's fault. I watched as the blonde bimbo walked out, her nose in the air like she was better than the rest of us. Before too long, my new boss started to introduce herself, but before she could get too far I interrupted, "Look lady, I don't care. These days a boss is just a messenger for me so, no I don't care what your name is, I really couldn't give a shit about your military history and no, I will not just willingly do something for you because you're my boss. I don't have to prove myself to you. If you want me to remember your name, you have to prove yourself to me."

As I stood, I got a good look at her surprised face. Her face was small and reminded me of a porcelain doll, it was framed by wavy amber bangs which were kept out of the tight bun that sat on the back of her head. Her figure was dainty and covered in lovely olive skin. Her soft green eyes hid behind glasses, which obviously hid her violent tendencies.

Why was I observing her?

Why keep track of her appearance?

I guess it's just what Grandpa taught me to do when I met a new female. Asses her availability through the way she acted, and by how she looked. Damn you Grandpa for passing down your habits.

Just as she punched me in the face, Feli walked in with a shocked look on his face. "Fratello!?"

He ran to my side as our boss left, her final words to us, "You have a fight in 3 days. Be prepared."

Well, crap.