-Thank you everyone for the reviews and Advice! - *Might be awhile before I post another chapter...Supposed to be studying, but writing is more fun* (Here's Chapter 3 and...Romano's pretty much ticked off...Enjoy!)

"Bastard! What did you do with Fratello!?" Romano shouted, the imposter that had disguised himself as his brother was almost as fast as him.

"Ve~ Brother are we playing a game?" Luciano asked innocently, ignoring Romano's question.

"YOU BASTARD! GIVE HIM BACK!" Romano demanded and picked up the pace, but so did Luciano.

"Fratello~ let's play a game, a fun game!" Luciano said with a smile keeping the act up.

"BASTARD! I'll FUCKIN KILL YOU!" Romano shouted angerily, his blood was boiling.

What did the imposter do with his brother? He couldn't be dead...He wasn't that weak.

"Brother~ let's play tag! Chase me!" Luciano was teasing the hot headed Romano.

It was more fun...The angrier he got brought a smile to his face. He recalled what he did to the coward, which added to his amusement, If only the hot head knew...What would he do then? Try to kill him of course, but he wouldn't get the chance. Those fools had already given their reflections to the mirror. A mirror that grants wishes...How gullible could they be? Germany wasn't...Oh well; he had enough reflections to form a small army of opposites.

"I'm not going to play any games with you! Give me back Fratello!" Romano picked up the pace and was getting closer to Luciano.

Luciano picked up the pace and gave a small laugh. "Ve~ you're so funny! Chase me!"

Romano swore under his breath and forced himself to pick up the pace. He had to catch that bastard and strangle the answers out of him. Where ever Fratello was...He hoped that he was alright.

"Chase~ Come on! You have to be faster than that~" Luciano continued to tease, while he could.

Because after all...Every game eventually came to an end. The winner could be determined either way; it depended on who held the weapons...Hidden in their pockets. Luciano had come prepared of course, but right now he wouldn't reveal the weapon just yet. He wanted this game to continue for just awhile longer. Soon the hothead's efforts would be for nothing. He would soon join his coward of a brother. Luciano decided to mess with his head even more...He changed his course and began to head towards the location where the corpse was.

This would defiantly screw up the hothead's mind if he truly cared about the coward. Luciano's mind drifted off as he kept up the usual pace and he occasionally looked behind at Romano, who was desperately trying to keep up. Those training sessions weren't useless after all. Hopefully the corpse had already been picked clean by hungry animals, which would add to the scene. It would be a lovely scene...Seeing the hothead grieve over the coward's corpse. He would cry and probably swear, which would be quite the entertainment. Then Luciano would take care of him personally...The same way the coward went down.

Take your sharpened knife, slit the throat and watch the blood pour as they struggle in pain. If that didn't work, then he always had more knives to add to the torture. Every ounce of pain that they felt would be enjoyable to Luciano. The more pain they felt the more entertained he was.

"Keep up brother! ~" He teased him once again with a devilish grin.

Soon this little act would be over and he could dye them in their own blood. Once again they were fools, but Luciano did give Romano credit for figuring out the difference unlike the other idiots.

"B..a..s..t..a..r..d" Romano breathed.

He was sick of running. This guy seemed to have an endless amount of energy and he just kept going to who knows where.

"Brother~ Come on!" Luciano said cheerfully.

"Don't...Call me that! You are not my Fratello." Romano growled.

"Ve~ But I am! I'm Italy!"

"YOU ARE NOT ITALY! YOU WILL NEVER BE HIM!" Romano began to lag behind; he wasted most of his breath yelling at the imposter, who called himself Italy.

"Ve~ we are almost there! Come on Brother!"

Romano was sick of hearing that bastard call him brother. He wasn't his brother...His brother...Was somewhere and he had to be alive. Romano knew that he had to be alive. He just had to be. They were close to the destination and Romano was forcing himself to continue running for his Fratello's sake. His mind screamed for him to stop and take a breather, but he ignored it. He was concerned about his brother's health more than his own. Even if he never admitted it...he did care about his brother, even if he did seem to dislike him at times.

Sure, he would cuss...but that didn't mean he truly hated Italy. He began to regret every cuss word he ever said to him. If the bastard had killed his Fratello...And Italy died thinking that Romano hated him...That would tear him apart. He didn't want his brother to die thinking he hated him...He didn't hate him. Romano continued to force himself to run and Luciano glanced back at the determined hothead. He was determined that was for sure...He seemed different than the coward.

Unlike the coward, Romano seemed to have a quick temper and seemed quite aggressive. This would be fun indeed, maybe he would actually put up a fight, so he could enjoy every minute of it.

"Ve~" Luciano said happily, but it was fake happiness meant to provoke the hothead's anger.

After running quite the distance they made it to their destination. Luciano stopped and stared at the fields grinning. Romano stopped and began to breathe heavily. After he caught his breath the bastard would regret what he did. Romano would make him regret it for the rest of his life, if Italy was dead...There was going to be pure hell.

"Ve~ that was fun!" Luciano said wiping sweat off his forehead and looked at Romano.

"Wasn't it fun Fratello? ~"

"Bastard...WHERE'S MY BROTHER!?" Romano stomped towards him and Luciano held up his hands in defense.

"Brother? What's wrong with you?"

"You know what exactly is wrong! Show me Fratello or I'll shove my foot up your ass!" Romano threatened.

He defiantly was the polar opposite of the coward.

Luciano pointed towards the fields and said "Go see for yourself. Good luck finding the corpse."

"...YOU BASTARD!" Romano shouted and lunged at Luciano, but Luciano was quick.

He easily dodged this and laughed at Romano.

"Ok...I'll tell you what. I'll give you five minutes to find the corpse, and then I'll kill you..Since I am a good sport."

"..."

"Ve~ better take the offer Fratello. I hope you find what's left of me." Luciano said imitating Italy's voice once again.

Romano shook it off and decided to take the offer...But after he found the corpse then he would kick someone's ass.

"Tick tock, Brother~" Romano gritted his teeth and searched through the fields of dry, tall grass.

Where could he be? He should stand out like a sore thumb, with that blue uniform of his...But the grass was tall and did an excellent job of concealing.

"Tick tock! ~ Find me brother! ~"

Luciano enjoyed this, watching the fool search for the corpse. He only offered him this because...Soon they would all be dead and the game would be over. He wanted to enjoy this even further. Romano grabbed fistfuls of the tall grass and began to tear them out of the ground, desperately searching for his brother.

"Tick tock...Find me please~ It hurts so bad Fratello!" Luciano continued to taunt Romano, which only made him tear at the grass frantically.

Luciano grinned and began to walk in the field himself humming a peaceful tune. The fool tore at the grass like his life depended on it and Luciano was just watching...Counting the seconds.

"Brother! Over here~" Luciano shouted.

"Shut up Bastard!" Romano continued to frantically tear at the grass.

He was afraid of what he would find...His brother dead. That's the main fear he had at the moment and it was also his worst nightmare. The nightmare seemed to be becoming a reality. Luciano walked across the field and made it to the spot where he had used one of his knives as a marker, just in case he had to move the body later. He glanced to see if the fool was paying attention and then looked back to the spot where the body was supposed to be. That's when he noticed that the body...And the knife...Was gone. The only thing left...was the dried blood that remained on the wilted grass.