Hey people! EatSleepHetalia here! Sorry about not updating sooner but with stupid cello practice and prep school I haven't found time to type…. Also add in that I don't have my own computer or laptop (though I want one) and that my parents set this parental control thing so I can't get on unless they log me in…grr…but... I found this super old (12 years to be exact) PC that was in the garage! So set it up in a room with a spare monitor. Though it doesn't have internet connections (which sucks like hell…) I am able to type stuff up and watch DVD's on it! AND CAUSE ITS SOSOSOSO OLD….IT DOESN'T AND WON'T EVER HAVE PARENTAL CONTROLS! Yeah...I'll stop blabbing now…ONWARDS!

Disclaimers: Seriously? Do I even need to type this?

Chapter 3

"Fratello! Fratello!" Veneziano called out from the kitchen. "Ve~ Pasta's ready!"

"Finally! I am so fucking hungry!" Romano grumbled from his room. He came downstairs and pulled up a chair.

"Ve~!" Veneziano sang while carrying two absurdly large portions of pasta and set them on the table. Something shiny glinted in one. Romano blinked; whatever that was in his plate was gone. Must have been my fucking imagination…

He picked up his fork and started to dig in. Italy stared cheerfully at his older brother who was devouring the pasta before he started just as hungrily on his own. After a few minutes of focused chewing, Romano suddenly gagged. His eyes doubled in size as he quickly spat out the bite. In the mashed up contents was something shiny.

Veneziano stared, worried and confused, at his brother. However there seemed to be another emotion mixed in as well.

Romano poked at the contents uncovering the metallic object and then picked out the large sewing needle.

"V-Veneziano…" he stuttered dumbstruck while staring at his brother who was across from him.

"Aww…Fratello didn't like the special ingredient that I put into his meal? Oh well…" and then he opened his normally closed eyes. They were maroon with slit-eyed pupils. He pouted, "I'll just have to use plan B then." He pulled out one of the white flags he always carried with him though for this one, the cloth tied to a dinner knife.

"S-Stay back you- you bitch! " Romano yelled as he tripped and fell on his ass while trying to escape his madness-ridden brother who was advancing with a knife. He continued to scoot backwards until his back hit the wall. Veneziano raised the knife, preparing to strike while giggling insanity, Romano rolled to dodge the attack He ended up with only a slight scratch on the cheek.

He scrambled up and ran out the door with his brother on his heels. Chigi! What did I do to deserve this? I curse a lot but-but…Romano shook his head, Brother or not, the person behind him was trying to kill him. He squinted, it was raining and the darkness of the night didn't help. He couldn't see where he was going until he faintly spotted the large mansion that had tomato plants all around. His instincts had taken him to Spain.

"Spain! Open up! Fucking open up!" banging on the door, he glanced back, his brother, no; the mad man was getting dangerously close. He banged on the door again, "please…" he meekly added. Veneziano was right in front of him now with the knife ready to stab. Romano backed until his back was flat against the door. He closed his eyes right when the knife came flying to enter his heart, and he fell backwards resulting the knife carving itself into the door.

Romano looked up; Spain had yanked the door open and pulled him in at the last second, sparing his life. He blinked trying to calm the tsunami of tears that were threatening to overwhelm his eyes.

"There there, my little tomato. You'll be all safe with boss, okay~?" Spain murmured into Romano's ear while cuddling and rocking him back and forth.

"Ba-Bastard…" Romano mumbled half-heartedly.

"Tell me, what was going on?" Spain asked.

"Veneziano…" Romano forced out while biting his bottom lip and trying to control the tears, "He's trying to kill me."

Spain stopped and stared at the younger boy that was in his arms.

"What? Wait, WHAT?" Spain yelled, shocked.

"I know OK! First it was needle in my dinner then it was chasing me with a knife."

"But he's usually so gentle and kind…"

"I KNOW!" Romano yelled escaping Spain's arms, "His eyes were maroon...and he was laughing manically."

"That's the madness…" Spain stated.

"What?"

"Hungary got it too…"

Just then a huge banging came at the door and then the door crashed down.

"Veneziano…" Spain breathed.

"Oh Fratello, that was so mean of you to leave me outside standing alone in the rain! Big Brother Spain! How could you?" Veneziano pouted with his lower lip trembling.

"Veneziano…I didn't…" then Spain caught himself stepping forward and instantly went back, backing both him and Romano to a wall with the younger shielded behind him. "No! Stay back!" he yelled whipping out the rapier that was always strapped onto his side.

"Since you seem to hate me, I'LL JUST GET RID OF YOU!" he yelled jumping forward with inhumane speed. Spain tallied his attack and threw him off. He grit his teeth. When did the Italian get so strong?

Using the chance, Romano slipped out from behind Spain and ran to the door. Hurry…Spain mouthed. There was only one person who could stop Veneziano…no matter how he much he wanted to deny it; he would have to go find that one person.

Was it right or left? Dammit! He screamed at himself while looking both directions at the fork. He ran down the right one. After a while, He reached the house he needed and sighed with relief

"Potato bastard! Open up!" Romano banged. There was no answer. "Open up! Oh! CHIGI!" he dragged his hands down the door, the rain mixing with the tears that were running down his face.

When the door opened, he never thought that a German disrupted of sleep would seem like an angel.

"Eh? Vut you want?"

Romano did not answer but just grabbed Germany's arm and pulled him into the night, towards Spain's house. Once they stumbled in huffing, and soaked, Veneziano's attention turned from the backed-up-to-a-wall-and-kneeling Spaniard to the returning Italian and the German.

"Vat is going on?" Germany looked back at Romano.

"Do something Potato-bastardo! You're the only one who can stop him!" The tears were still hidden by the rain.

Veneziano stepped towards Germany.

"Germany! He's stronger than he usually is!" Spain yelled.

"Hmm- MMPH." Germany doubled over from being kicked in the stomach.

"Fool…As if you can stop me" Italy murmured as he raised the knife ready to strike. Germany grabbed the arm and yanked the knife out. Italy smirked, "Haven't you learned any better? I'll always have MORE!" and he whipped out a second flag, just as of demolish make and stabbed his ally in the stomach. Deeper, deeper, the knife went. The blood trickled down the wound.

Spain and Romano were of at the side, shock in their eyes as time seemed to slow down and Germany collapsed onto the floor, his life's water staining the clean white tiles red. Italy aimed a kick at the body down at his feet and started to cackle throwing his laughs up to the sky.

Unknowing to all, there was a girl that was watching from outside the window, laughing just as loud…over the pounding of the rain…

"Ah~ you poor lambs…can't you tell that the madness gets stronger over time? Japan was first and so his was easy to fight, but now at its third victim, the madness is close to impossible to overcome! Good-bye Germany, I'll like to see if you'll last till tomorrow…Wouldn't you?"

Italy walked out of the house, the blade glistening with the liquid that was coated, giggling…giggling…

A/N: Anyone can tell where the needle in the food idea came from? PM or Review with the answer! R&R pweaze?