Thoughts
Insane Moments
Dreams
Russia stared at the limp figure lying still on the ground and immediately went For Italy's front door. The door held fast and there was only one thing for the large nation to do, taking a deep breath, Russia threw himself at the door which only gave the Russian an aching shoulder. Groaning softly, the silver-gray haired man hurled himself at the doo again with the same results. After a few more minutes of doing this, Russia was sure that his shoulder was fractured but Italy was hurt and bleeding, he had to help. Gritting his teeth, the large man charged the door again, this time he was rewarded with the thing practically coming off it's hinges. Russia wasted no time in rushing to Italy's side and kneeling next to him.
Cradling the smaller nation's head, Russia brought his hand back when he felt something warm oozing on it. Blood. Narrowing his purple eyes, Russia gently picked Italy up and looked around, there were a flight of stairs, surely those would lead to a room? As careful as he could be, Russia carried up to the second floor and quickly enough found a room. Setting the other man down softly, Russia went to look for bandages. Finding some, Russia all but ran to Italy but doubled back to a the bathroom he passed and got a wet rag. Cleaning his head wound and gently wrapping his head, Russia sighed in relief when all was done. As he sat back to watch the sleeping Italian, a thought came to him. Who could have done this and why?
His musings was cut short when he heard a sound followed by a voice calling out to Italy. Russia walked out of the room to be greeted by a banged up Romano, the older Italian was staring at the puddle of blood before bringing his gaze up to the nervous Russia. Before Russia could defend himself, Romano was already stomping towards him.
"What did you do to my brother?!"
Before Russia could defend himself he was given a hefty punch to the jaw and staggered back, the Italian followed up with another punch and a kick to his calf. Russia was forced to one knee which gave Romano the opportunity to aim another kick, this time to Russia's face. Harding the floor hard, Russia went limp hoping that Romano would end it quickly. Yet the other nation's footsteps were moving away from him going towards the room that held Italy. Sighing yet wincing from his hurts, Russia got to his feet and tip-toed over to the room. From where he was peeking Russia could see Romano crouched over Italy, crying and holding his bandaged and still bleeding head.
"I should have never left, I should have stayed with you. Then we could have at least faced that bastard together! Fratello, just hang on, please don't leave me alone!"
As Romano turned around, he saw Russia peeking from the door way and growled his hatred at the bigger man. As he ran forward, Russia was ready. He neatly tripped Romano and sent him crashing to the ground while using the momentum to aim a soft enough punch to his ribs before stooping to place a knee gently on the other's neck.
Romano struggled out of Russia's grasp and sprinted back to his wounded brother where he sat down beside him, muttering soft words that he knew Italy couldn't hear. He didn't object when Russia came to stand by the door way, in fact he didn't acknowledged the Russian at all.
"I did not come here to harm your brother. When I arrived I found him lying in a pool of his blood, I treated his wounds as best as I could and carried him here." Russia looked up to see a reaction from Romano but the other Italy was silent. Taking a deep breath, Russia opened his mouth, steeling himself the angry Romano.
"What happened, was Italy being targeted? Why would someone want to-?
"Please get out. I thank you for helping my brother, but I'll looking after him now." Romano's voice was quiet, and Russia almost ad to lean forward to hear him. When the large nation lingered Romano finally turned to him and repeated himself. His voice which used to have such a fire in it, was gone. Not even the tiniest flame remained. For some reason Russia wanted to stay but he couldn't go against Romano's request, so bowing slightly, he left the Italy brothers and caught a train back to his homeland.
XxXx
Belarus was waiting for him when he got back and immediately she could see the worry and confusion on her dear brother's face. Walking beside him Belarus waited for her brother to speak but when he did it wasn't what she was expecting.
"Do you know if someone might want to see Italy dead?"
Belarus tipped her head to one side and thought for a moment, she didn't know Italy too well but she knew that he was someone that didn't really seem to have grudge with anyone. When she shook her head, Russia just sighed then turned on his heel and went to his room.
"Was there something wrong with Italy, big brother?"
Russia turned to look back on his sister and thought about telling her what happened but quickly dismissed the idea. There was no need to trouble Belarus about this. "No, nothing at all, just asking. Thank you, Belarus."
As he turned away from his sister Russia's thoughts went back to Italy and Romano. He hadn't had time to notice it but Romano was all banged up as well. What the hell happened to the Italy brothers?! Rubbing his face with his hand Russia felt a headache coming on. Maybe it was best if he didn't think about this right now.
XxXx
When a World Meeting was announced two weeks Russia was all for not going but Belarus and even Ukraine bullied him into it, sending both girls a mild glare Russia took off. He didn't turn back as he knew his sister were laughing at him and happy that he had to go in their place. The meeting was taking place in Germany and Russia prepared himself for a long, loud and overall boring meeting.
When he got there, he was surprised to see that most were already there and that the meeting has started. Russia looked around and was surprised to see both Italy brothers in attendance yet still sporting bandages and Italy was leaning on Romano's shoulder. Spain was sitting next to then but he looked more as if he was shielding them and glaring hatefully at someone at the other side of the conference room. The large nation shook his head to clear and went on his way. He took his usual seat next to China who gave him a lazy wave in greeting but his eyes were unfocused and he seemed ready to doze off at any second.
"Hey China, are you okay? You don't look so good."
Before China could answer a loud crash sounded throughout the meeting room, followed by agonized scream. Russia and other nations turned to see what was going on, not expecting what happened.
Italy was crouched over Romano while Spain had a knife buried in a nation's shoulder...Germany's shoulder. Russia instantly got up and kneeled next to Italy who shrank back at his presence though his eyes stayed on Germany.
The blond haired nation struggled with Spain and the knife at his shoulder, though his voice was clear to all who heard him. "Let me go. Just let me kill them."
A/N: I swear, I didn't mean to end this on another cliffhanger but I'm a little under the weather and just want to end this chapter. The next one won't end in a cliffhanger, I hope.
