A/N: Ciao guys. Sorry for the lack of an update. I haven't been feeling so well aka the lack of update. But thank you guys so much for the reviews! I will try to post a little more chapters faster for you guys as a small apology and gift.
And I forgot to put this in last chapter but I apologize for any OOC-ness in the characters. Mainly Kiku and Ludwig because I felt I did them rather awkward last chapter... Gomen.
The rest of the nations couldn't help but stare after the cowardly Italian who had bolted out of the room wondering what made the Italian snap- more importantly run away with fear in his eyes. Lovino was the first one to recover as he quickly got up chasing after his brother. Of course Antonio followed soon behind and then Ludwig and Kiku as they were worried about their friend.
However this left a rather uncomfortable atmosphere in the room thick enough to slice through with a knife. It wasn't rather surprising that Alfred was the first one to break the tension.
"Soooo what just happened? His eyes changed color! Like a vampire or something," Alfred said and Francis couldn't help but shook his head.
"You ruined the romance with vampires when Twilight came out," Francis said which Alfred retorted with a "HEY!"
Arthur however was deep in his thoughts at this. A nation's eyes sure can be strange colors like Ivan's own purple eyes but they don't normally change colors. And for a moment, he swore he felt a small thread of black magic in the air. He was sure to go investigate this later on his own. Though he wasn't the only one deep in thoughts as a certain Hungarian and Austrian had taken a small glance at each other conveying a unspoken message.
Gilbert's phone had rang as he picked it up only to sigh in response with the caller.
"They lost Feliciano," he said not that it was a shocker after all the Italian's most notable feature was his ability to run away especially Arthur which none of the nations could figure out why he was so afraid of him in the first place. Sure they were on opposite sides on more than one occasion but to retreat from merely hearing the British were coming was just ridiculous.
"I can track him with black magic," Arthur said snapping out of his thoughts and couldn't help but have a smug grin on his face only for the nations to pause and look at him.
"Dude... cut the crap out you know that isn't real!" Alfred said. "This is actually kind of serious dude."
"Oui Black sheep. You really should actually be somewhat caring and not joke with this," Francis said knowing long that Arthur would always claim that he could do black magic.
Arthur felt rather offended. Why can't they accept his magic?! Alfred has his ridiculous strength not to mention Ivan's scarf which seemed to be on a completely different scale of weird... Then again who would want to question the Russian on that anyways? "My magic is real! And I will prove it you all."
"How about we try using the street cameras to track him?" Matthew said though it really sounded like a soft whisper.
"How about we use the street cameras and track him down that way?" Alfred said and the others nodded in agreement. Matthew sighed. Why can't he be noticed?
The meeting fairly ended quickly beyond that as there was no German to keep things in track... which really was a shame for it was almost guaranteed that the nations would probably be kicked out from using that meeting room ever again...
"Do you think its that side again Elizaveta?" Roderich asked glancing at the Hungarian.
"You and I know that was one time and he was going through a rough phase during that time.. I don't blame him snapping that one time," Elizaveta sighed thinking about the incident sending a shiver up her spine. She honestly wouldn't like to remember it herself since it was Feliciano. He was practically their son.
"But Elizaveta! I know you and I care about him but we both know how dangerous this can get!" Roderich argued. "We seen the proof with our own eyes and he was only a child back then! Imagine what damage he could do now that he was all grown up."
As much as she didn't want to admit it but he was right. They both cared about him but there was a time to put their foot down when there was a line to be crossed. It was a line that they didn't want the bubbly Italian to cross again. One time was bad enough but a second time? That would just break their heart.
"Okay... we should probably get going.." Elizaveta said.
Click!
"You two are not going anywhere until you explain what is going on."
Roderich's eyes widen as the two nations turn to see two familiar faces and a rifle pointing at their face.
"Big brother..." Lili gently putting her hand on her brother's rifle trying to make sure her brother wouldn't do anything too rash. Vash aim did not waver for a second.
"Not until these two explain that 'incident' and what they mean by 'that side again'" Vash said his finger on the trigger.
Elizaveta and Roderich exchanged glances. They certainly had some explaining to do.
Feliciano panted heavily as he took a small break to lean against the wall of the sewer. He managed to escape his brother, Antonio, as well as his best friends by taking a sharp turn and quickly slipped into the sewers below London. If only he could make it there then it would help just a little.. it always had. Then again the "always worked" thing was becoming more of a lie as he was being proven wrong all for the passing weeks. He could feel him chuckling at him running away like the coward he is and it terrified him.
If he didn't let the voice get to him then it wouldn't be such a problem! This was the one thing he was a "master" at yet he failed miserably at the World Meeting. Was it just from how there was always so much noise to the World Meetings? Was it from the lack of sleep? Was it from him tearing his barriers down? Was it him being always on the verge of just flipping into a monster?
He wasn't sure but he knew either way the exhaustion of fighting these battle constantly was taking a toll on him. Before he had these great battles every other year or so. When he was at Roderich's house, he faced it twice in a year. During World War II, he was facing his other personality every month sometimes he would be facing it for nearly weeks on no rest. The war was making him begging to be let out and to murder anyone who got in his way. Either way he was doing everything in his power to ignore him and to be not like that monster. The voice seemed to go quiet whenever he hung out with Ludwig so he ended up clinging to the German at first making an excuse of having to rely on him and wanting to be his friend...
He wondered if Ludwig would be mad if he realized that Feliciano actually didn't want to become his friend when they signed that treaty but rather stick with him so the voice would not bug him. Probably after all its no excuse to be using someone and to be calling them his "friend" even if he was trying to keep them save. Don't get him wrong he actually did come to like them both but like his brother he actually hated the German at first when they meet. Maybe it was just a thing that ran in the family but who knows. But they still would be friends in the end right?
Seriously? They wouldn't even want to look at you learning what you did. You are more like me then you realize Feliciano~ You just don't want to admit it.
'SHUT UP! I AM NOTHING LIKE YOU AND I NEVER WELL! I JUST WANT YOU TO DISAPPEAR' Feliciano screamed in his mind as suddenly an idea clicked into his head. OF COURSE! Why didn't he ever think of this before! He was sure the meeting was still going on or the other nations would still be busy to notice what he was going to do... He laughed to himself as he started to make his way down the sewers his body unconsciously trembling for what he was going to do.. After all he was heading to one of the places that terrified him the most.
He will show them! He will show them and prove to them how wrong they were about his magic! It was real like his friends and of course they were not imaginary.
Arthur headed back to his home holding his files eager to get back into his books and already could feel his magic humming in excitement. It was something to get excited about after all its not like these days he actually needed to use it. Only for the occasion dark magic but he definitely could do a simple tracking spell. Even better he had everything he needed to do the spell and just needed to get home to perform it. It was a simple potion and some words to be muttered over an object belonging to the person you are tracking which in this case was a white flag.
He never thought he would be so glad to be chasing after the Italian only for him to drop the white flag on the ground. He picked up as gentlemen do not leave trash around.
He drove up to his home parking his car before making his way to the front door. He unlocked the door setting his stuff down closing the door behind him. He then quickly made his way to the basement when he heard a loud thud coming from it and a muffled voice.
"Bloody hell someone broke into my house!" Arthur cursed under his breath as he got out his pistol slowly making his way down to the basement. He paused at the door before putting his ear to it trying to listen for the voice though it was much too muffled to hear a single word that they were saying.
He put any fear or worry to the side as he opened the door slowly to pretend any noise. Arthur slowly made his way down the stairs and keeping his eyes peeled for the intruder. His basement was dimly lit with candles and countless books and papers were scattered on the ground. He raised an eyebrow before bending down to see it was different spells or volumes that included different subjects.
"Why would they be looking for spells?" he wondered to himself as he heard the voice much clearly and more thuds.
"No.. no... Dammit this is taking longer than I wanted it." Arthur's eyes widen hearing that voice clearly recognizing it. It couldn't be him right? He pressed himself against a bookcase as he peeked.
His eyes could not lie to him as he saw the intruder quickly flipping through pages with more books and scrolls scattered at his feet. His eyes were focused though he even could see that the tremble in his hands and the infamous curl sticking out. He seemed to pause as he glanced over his shoulder.
Arthur quickly hid himself as he kept his heartrate under control hoping he did not get caught.
"Come on out Arthur before I burn your whole basement down." Dammit.
He had little choice but to come out with his arms crossed not to be intimidating by him. Wait why would he even be intimidated by him?!
"What are you doing here Feliciano?" he asked. The Italian frowned which shocked the British. He never acted like this and it was as if he was seeing a new side to the Italian.
"None of your business Arthur," he said tossing the book on the ground muttering something under his breath.
"Of course its my business! This is my home which you are intruding- and will you stop tossing my books on the ground!" Arthur couldn't help but get frustrated. He thought that at least the Italian had enough manners for the respect of literature. It was an art as well and deserves just as much as respect. The Italian winced as he held his head his eyes flashing red again when Arthur remembered the incident from earlier.
"Feliciano... Are you-"
"Don't say a word to me," Feliciano hissed out his eyes flashing red before he winced again rubbing his head. "You... You... You are going to fix this problem your ancestor caused."
"W-What?! What are you talking about?" Arthur asked genuinely surprised to think that his mother, Britannia, would cause something that seemed to deeply affecting the Italian's mental state.
"I always was afraid of you Arthur.. for your magic... I truly was but now.." Feliciano stumbled towards Arthur who was much to surprised to do anything or use his pistol which he dimly registered that he dropped somewhere.
"Feliciano calm down... Explain to me what happened. Maybe I can help-"
"Damn right you are going to help!" Feliciano snapped as he held up a knife up to Arthur's neck his eyes flashing between crimson red to honey gold glinting with insanity. "You are going to help me and if you don't I won't hesitate to slit your throat open."
For once in his life, he was afraid of the cowardly Italian.
"Is that so?" Vash asked lowering his gun and Roderich nodded.
"As much as I don't like you, I wouldn't lie about Feli. Besides I don't think he realizes what he does when he is in that state," Roderich muttered. Elizaveta couldn't help but agree. After all when they found him in that... state, he wasn't even acting like the normal bubbly Italian he is. At least afterwards they manage to convince Feli that it was all just a bad dream and it never happened.
"What do can we do to help?" Lili asked deeply concerned especially with the new information.
"You know what needs to be done," Vash states and Roderich lowered his head.
"No! We are not going to do that to Feli! I am not going to let you guys kill Feli!" Elizaveta protested standing up slamming her palms on the table. After all those years together in Roderich's house taking care of Feli, she couldn't let her child be murdered for something he couldn't help. She just couldn't do that to him. Her eyes soften as she trembled as she spoke once again though much softer than before. "He is really a good boy.. its not his fault.. i know it isn't"
"If what you tell me is true then we have no choice," Vash said rather bluntly. "I may not always like him but I don't want to do this either. We have to do what must be done."
"Well as much as I don't want to admit it, we do have to do something," Roderich said. "Its either we kill him or we lock him up..."
Elizaveta went silent as both fates were just as cruel as the other. She didn't want to do this to Feliciano. She let out a sigh of defeat. As least this was slightly less cruel and not completely unfair.
"Let's lock up Feliciano."
"'I can track him with black magic,' Arthur said a bit smug only for the nations to pause and look at him." - Surely I am not the only one who notices that Arthur's magic is more or less normally just accepted in most cases where they would of regularly brush it off as a joke. I only put this is here since it makes no sense at all why the others would suddenly accepted the magic without any explanation. Except Ivan... Then again why would he go out of his way to convince the others that magic is real.
A/N: Ciao guys I hoped you liked that chapter and the new style I decided to do for making notes. I was reading a fanfiction when I saw somone do this and it was a great idea that I decided to copy how the extra notes where taken. I don't remember which fanfiction it was but I knew it was very good and you guys should go read other fabulous works out there. And happy late new year to everyone!