Shinigami-cat: *Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep*

slasher360: HAY YOU DONE WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER YET?

Shinigami-cat: *spoken in demonic voice* You come to my house at… one in the afternoon on a Saturday and expect me to be awake?

slasher360: *whimpers and backs away* Where's the Hetalia characters I summoned?

Shinigami-cat: You can use magic? Anyway I gave them to RiceBall to take care of for a while… Oh shit.

slasher360: …You left a bunch of anima characters… who are mostly guys… alone with the BIGGEST YAOI FANGIRL IN THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE? ARE YOU INSANE? *runs over to RiceBalls house*

Shinigami-cat: Oh shit… that was probably a mistake… Oh well. Have fun reading. Please review and comment. I take all criticisms. I DON"T OWN HETALIA!

At Ludwig's house

Feliciano was sitting on the couch with a pen and note pad in hand. He was taking his publishers advice and writing down any idea that came into his head. Most of it was about pasta, so needless to say it wasn't working. He began to nibble the end of his pen until he started to taste ink. He started gaging and wiping his tongue with the back of his hand.

Ludwig put down his newspaper and sighed. "Maybe you should take a break?"

"Ve." Feliciano nodded. "Is it time for lunch yet?"

"…It's nine o'clock in the morning?" Saying it more like a question then a statement.

"Then I have time for a siesta!" Feli almost skipped to the bed room. "Ludwig is going to take a siesta with me too, right?"

DING DONG!

Ludwig ignored Feliciano and went over to answer the door. Feliciano shrugged and sat down on the bed and kicked off his shoes. Suddenly he heard a commotion coming from the front of the house.

"Where is he?" Said one voice, almost shouting it.

"Like, totally calm down Alfred. We're not meant to jump right down their throats. It's totally not cool. Like even if we are the police or you are totally right about this, which you so aren't."

"Feliks is right we're meant to be asking questions not jumping to conclusions!"

"I'm not jumping to conclusions" Said the voice that belonged to Alfred. "I know he did it, because a hero's gut is never wrong!"

"What is going on here?" asked a very confused and slightly angry Ludwig.

"We've like come to ask-"

He was cut off by Alfred "We're here to arrest Feliciano Vargas."

Feliciano gasped. Arrest him? What had he done? Why would they arrest him? He was frightened.

"On what charges?" Asked Ludwig.

"Murder. To be specific the murder of one Hercules Karpusi."

There was silence for only a few seconds, but to Feliciano it felt like an eternity. Suddenly he heard Ludwig yell at the top of his lungs.

"WHAT THE HELL? YOU COME HERE AND ACCUSE FELICIANO OF MURDER? DO YOU HAVE ANY PROOF BESIDES THIS GUT FEELING OF YOURS?"

"Like totally calm down." Whimpered Feliks. "We aren't here to arrest anyone. We just need to like, ask Feliciano some questions. Maybe we should come back later Toris… Like, without Alfred."

"No way." Said Alfred. "We're here now and we need to arrest him."

Feliks and Alfred continued to argue while Toris talked to Ludwig. Eventually heard the voices move into the lounge room. There was silence. Feli wasn't sure what was happening. Ludwig opened the door to the bedroom. Feliciano was shaking like leaf. Ludwig tried to smile reassuringly but it wasn't really working.

"It's okay Feliciano… They just want to ask you some questions…"

Feliciano gulped and followed Ludwig into the lounge room. A tall blond man who was wearing glasses was arguing with a shorter blond… girl? No it was a man. A brunet man was trying to get their attention by snapping his fingers.

"Like why are you so pissy today?" Feliks asked Alfred.

Alfred pouted. "Because I know he did it and no one believes me."

"Please stop arguing." Toris pleaded. "He's here you know."

Alfred looked over at Feliciano. He was standing very close to Ludwig and seemed very scared. This only confirmed that he was guilty in Alfred's mind. A cruel smile stretched across his face. "Please sit down Feliciano."

Feliciano looked up at Ludwig then moved to the chair. Alfred immediately started to verbally attack Feliciano.

"You know we found the truck?" He asked.

"Ve? What truck?"

"Playing dumb? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Like what are you doing?" Asked Feliks.

"Interrogating the murderer!"

"Ve! I haven't killed anyone!" Cried Feliciano. He was on the verge of tears.

"Lire!" Shouted Alfred. "We have your finger prints!"

"Actually…" Said Toris. "We only have one finger print. It isn't enough to arrest you Feliciano, but it I enough to make you a suspect… our only suspect."

"And by the power of elimination you being the only suspect we have concluded-"

"Like HE concluded." Said Feliks.

"WE have concluded that you are the killer." Said Alfred.

"Not possible." Said Ludwig. "Even if you have a finger print how can you be sure that it is Feliciano's? It could be Lovino's print."

"Ve, my brother?" Asked Feliciano in shock. He knew Ludwig didn't like his brother very much and he definitely knew how Lovino felt about Ludwig. But he didn't think that Ludwig would try to pin a murder on him.

"But Ludwig" Said Feli. "Lovi is on a holiday with Antonio in Spain! I heard that Antonio is taking part in the running of the bulls this year. I hope he doesn't get trampled… So he couldn't have done it!"

Ludwig nodded. "That's right…"

"So it has to be you!" Said Alfred.

"No it couldn't have been me! I don't even know what day he was murdered."

Toris sighed. "Hercules we killed on Tuesday last week. At nine thirty."

Ludwig sighed. "Then Feliciano is innocent."

"What?" Asked Alfred.

"Ve, it's true!" Ludwig and I were at Roderich's house for dinner. It was nice to see Elizaveta again." Said Feli. "They are such nice people. We should have them around for dinner sometime."

"So like when did you like leave?" Asked Feliks.

"I think it was about eleven." Said Ludwig. "But you would have to check with Roderich about that."

"Oh, we will." Said Alfred. "Feliks, Toris let's go." Feliks and Toris followed Alfred to the front door. "Oh one more thing. Don't leave town."

Ludwig slammed the door behind them and went to check on Feliciano. He was still sitting on the couch. He sighed and sat next to him. "Are you ok Feli?"

"Why would they think I killed someone? I couldn't hurt someone even if I wanted to."

"I know Feli, I know. He's just an idiot."

"Ve? I thought he was American?"

Ludwig shrugged. "Same thing."

Feliciano shuffled towards Ludwig and held his arm. "I hate this."

"I hate it too" Said Ludwig. He kissed Feliciano's forehead.

"I wonder what happened to him." Said Feli.

9:25 p.m. Last week. Tuesday night

Hercules drummed on the steering wheel of his truck as he listened to the radio. He was driving back to his house after a day of delivering vodka to different bottle shops. As he was driving along the highway he noticed a man walking along the road. Hercules wasn't the kind of person who would pass someone walking along a highway without asking if they were okay, so he pulled up next to the man. He rolled down the window.

"Do you need a lift?" He asked.

The man shrugged and tugged on his scarf. "If you wouldn't mind, da."

"Hop in then." Said Hercules as he opened the door. The man thanked him and climbed into the truck. "So where are you heading?"

The man shrugged. "I'm going to the city. Visit some… old associates."

"Like a business meeting?"

The man chuckled a demonic laugh "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol… I guess it could be called that. I'd call it more of a reminding them who I am kind of thing, da."

"Business been bad?"

The man began to laugh loudly. "It's actually been going very well. I've written many bestselling novels perhaps you've even heard of me, da?"

Hercules glanced at him then back at the road. "Can't say I recognise your face."

"I'm a little camera shy." Said the man. "I've never been on TV nor had my photo taken for a magazine, da."

"My name's Hercules Karpusi, and you?"

"I'm Ivan Braginski."

Hercules smiled. "Same name as that character that writer made up. What's his name…? Feliciano Vargas?"

Ivan's attitude quickly changed. "Feliciano didn't make that Ivan up. He is real."

Hercules shrugged. "It doesn't really matter to me if he is real."

"Stop the truck." Whispered Ivan. "I'll walk the rest of the way."

"It's okay I can take you to the next truck st-"

"I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO PULL OVER YOU PRICK!"

Hercules was a surprised at the man's sudden outburst so he pulled over to let Ivan out. As soon as the truck stopped Ivan grabbed the back of Hercules head and smashed his face repeatedly into the steering wheel until he was unconscious. Ivan let go and let Hercules slump over the steering wheel. He giggled like a little kid and undid their seatbelts. He dragged Hercules outside and put his body on the side of the road.

The blood from his broken nose was dripping down his face and onto the grass. Ivan checked his vitals to see if he was still alive. Good he was still breathing. Ivan went back to the truck to look for the steering column lock. It was heavy and covered in a thick green plastic. Ivan smiled. It wasn't as good as the lead pipe he would have liked to use, but it would get the job done in no time.

Hercules began to groan as he tried to sit up. Ivan smiled. That was good. It's easier to break knee caps if they are bent. Crack. Pop. Crunch. Scream. They were shattered. Ivan smiled and began to chant. "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol"

He brought it down onto his rib cage. It sounded like was crushing crackers with his feet. Hercules gasped and tried to scream, but it sounded more like a cough. This just made Ivan laugh like a child. He bent down and pulled Hercules up by his hair.

"Do you care now?" Ivan whispered. "Do you care that I'm real now?" Ivan let go of Hercules hair and let him flop back onto the ground. He was still gasping for breath. ""

Ivan could see the terror in his eyes. It was time to end this. He stood over Hercules, one foot on each arm, holding him in place. He held the steering column lock like a golf club. He did some practice swings, always just stopping before he made contact with the jaw. He wanted to get as much fear out of him as possible. Finally Ivan raised the golf club into the air. He looked down into the Greek's eyes and smiled happily at him with the innocence of a child, but with the eyes of a blood thirsty monster. "Four!" called Ivan and he brought it down. He continued to swing until half his face was on the surrounding foliage.

Ivan licked the blood of his weapon as he walked back to the truck. He started the engine and drove away. He happily hummed a little nursery rhyme as he drove to the city. "What a good day." He said. "I killed a nice man who left me this truck! Now I only have four people left! I'm so excited."

It wasn't that hard to ditch the truck. (Drive into a nearby national park and run over the gate of course.)

It wasn't that hard to get rid of the blood on his face or cloths. (Wash them in a stream in the park at night and wait for it to dry.)

It wasn't hard to rent a cheap apartment either. (Hercules paid for it with the money that he hid under the driver's seat.)

It wasn't that hard to find his next kill. (The Yellow pages are very useful.)

It wasn't that hard for him to be patient. (He wanted to make sure everyone suffered terribly and scream as they were thrown into the unforgiving hell fire.)

Ivan Berginski's apartment one week after Hercules died.

Ivan was sitting on his bed and watched the clock. It was nine p.m. Feliciano would beasleep by now. He thought. Unless that German was fucking him again. He closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep. He was back where he was weeks and weeks ago. He was in Endsvill. Well to be more specific he was in the only house in Endsvill. It looked just like Ludwig's house, except everything was covered in dust and cobwebs. He was sitting on the couch and smiled at the coffee table. He had very fond memories of it from the last time he was there.

That was where he tortured Feliciano with images of those closest to his heart dying and he could do nothing to save them. "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol" he chanted. If he was here it meant Feliciano wasn't far behind him. This time he wanted to send him to hell and back, like he was going to do before. Sadly they were interrupted when a certain German woke Feliciano up. He wasn't going to let that happen this time.

"Ve?" Said a very confused voice from the hallway. "Where am I?"

Ivan smiled. He loved it when people were on time for their torture.

"Welcome back Feli." He said as he poked his head into the hallway.

Feliciano began to tremble. "No this isn't real." He whimpered. "Ludwig made it clear to me that you don't exist."

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol" Chanted Ivan. "I think you'll find that I'm very real, da. If you don't believe me come a little closer."

Feliciano ran towards the door and tried to open it. It was dead bolted shut. Feli gulped. He could feel Ivan's hot breath on his neck. Ivan slowly wrapped his large hands around Feli's delicate neck. "If you're a good boy and scream a little…" He said. "I'll make the pain stop sooner. Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol"

Shinigami-cat: Ha ha ha you all know what this means is going to happen in the next chapter fan girls! RAPE TIME! XD B.T.W I wonder what happened to slasher360 and the Hetalia characters?

slasher360: *walks back into Shinigami-cats room followed by the Hetalia characters*

Shinigami-cat: So how did it go?

slasher360: YOU ARE DEAD TO ME.

Shinigami-cat: Oh come on. Do you want to know what happens in my next chapter?

slasher360: Let's hear it.

Shinigami-cat: ITALY GET"S RAPED BY RUSSIA XD

Russia: Italy becomes one with mother Russia, da?

Italy: Germany save me! *Italy glomps Germany *

slasher360: Didn't you say you weren't going to do any Italy x Russia?

Shinigami-cat: I changed my mind. So please Review this and just going to say this now. I GOT EXAMS COMEING UP SO IT'LL TAKE A WHILE FOR ME TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER! Until next time peoples. Live fast die young and leave a big fat bloated corps!