High Chapter 4

"That… He's… HE PROMISED ME!" Romano roared angrily as he punched the wall nearest to him. Romano bit his lip to muffle the sound of pain that erupted from his throat. He had ran through the whole building trying to find his little brother, coming up blank. He'd ran outside, only to find his brother nowhere in sight, though his phone lay just outside of the door, ensuring no one would be able to track him. Feliciano was smarter than Veneziano.

"Romano, dude, what's going on? Why'd the little guy run off like that?" America asked with a frown. The other nations murmured in agreement. "Why did Italy-san run off like that?" Japan asked, though he had a sinking feeling as to why. Germany stayed quiet as he absorbed what had just happened.

Romano surprised them with a bitter laugh. "Isn't it obvious?" He asked, a bitter smile playing on his lips. The nations stayed mute out of surprise and worry. They'd hardly ever seen Romano smile before, and this was much too bitter for their tastes. "Is… Italy… doing drugs?" England asked slowly, almost scared of the answer he would receive.

"No. Veneziano isn't doing drugs." Romano answered as the nations sighed in relief. "Apparently, Feliciano Vargas is." The relief was instantly revoked, replaced by further worry and more than a little confusion. "What… do you mean by that?" France asked. "Apparently, there's a difference between Feliciano and Veneziano. See, Veneziano promised me three years ago that he wouldn't do drugs anymore after I caught him, or, rather, Feliciano, smoking marijuana. Feliciano didn't promise, though. Veneziano did." Romano no longer wore the bitter smile, only a dark frown as his eyes watered.

"… You must be doing the joking." Russia said with a strained smile. Romano whipped his head over to him to glare. "No! I'm not fucking joking! Do you think I would joke about this?" Romano glared as the other nations' eyes widened. No one, least of all one of the Italy brothers, ever really dared raise their voice and yell at Russia.

"I still don't get it." America said, frowning. "I barely get it, so I won't be any help." Romano scowled. "… There is a difference between Italy Veneziano and Feliciano Vargas, just as there is a difference between Russia and Ivan Braginsky, Japan and Kiku Honda, America and Alfred F. Jones, Italy Romano and Lovino Vargas, and so on and so forth. Our nation selves and our human selves differ, even if not directly and we don't realize it." China said quietly as the nations soaked that in for a moment.

"… Romano, what do you think Italy … Feliciano is doing now?" Germany asked solemnly, speaking up for the first time. "… He's probably on his way to the hotel room. He probably has some drugs stashed somewhere. Once he gets high, he'll probably disappear. I need to get there first." Romano set his jaw before he ran to his Ferrari.

The engine purred for a moment before screeching as Romano tore off. "I'm going as well." Japan said as he ran briskly to his car. The others quickly ran to their own cars with murmurs of agreement.

And thus began the pursuit for Feliciano Vargas.

Feliciano panted lightly as he slowed slightly as he saw his hotel in sight. Romano was by no means stupid, and would likely be there soon. With that realization, he sped up his speed again. "Hello, sir." A doorman greeted as Feliciano ignored him. Feliciano's fingers danced and played a symphony on his leg as he approached the elevator. It opened with a ping. Too crowded. Too many people, too many people.

Feliciano quickly steered himself over to the stairs and began running up them, his fingers still playing an unheard symphony and his teeth gnawing on his inner cheek. He panted lightly as he reached the fourth floor, opening the door and heading to his room swiftly. He searched his pockets for his keys, only to pale.

No. No, no, no, no, no, NO! Feliciano snarled angrily as he slammed his fist on the door. He was such a fucking idiot. Go fucking figure his, or Italy's, at that moment in time, worthless ass would put the hotel key in his brief case. Which was at the meeting room. Now, he had to run downstairs and go to the front desk and ask for another key. Great. Just a-fucking-mazing.

Romano parked the car haphazardly in front of the hotel, then noticed that he had been followed. He couldn't find it in himself to really care. "What room?" Germany asked, jaw set. He needed answers, just as the rest of them did. "417." Romano answered as they hustled in the hotel. They looked around quickly just in case he was near. "Look!" America suddenly blurted out as he pointed to the stairs.

Feliciano's head whipped back as he heard the loud blonde. In one of his hands laid a key card. The nations were shell shocked at the horror, anger, sadness, and fear in his expression. Romano, once again, was the first to act as he darted towards him, dodging and weaving through people. Feliciano had already began scaling the stairs, sprinting in hopes to make it to the hotel room at least, then lock the door and figure out how to get out of there.

"Veneziano! Stop!" Romano shouted as the other nations tried to follow as swiftly as they could. "FELICIANO!" Romano suddenly roared as many heads turned. Feliciano stumbled slightly, but situated himself quickly as he made it to the fourth floor.

400. 401. 402… 415. 416. 417.

Feliciano's hands stumbled awkwardly as he tried to open the hotel door. "You have to be fucking kidding me!" He screeched as the key was denied. Romano finally reached the fourth floor and sprinted toward his younger brother. Finally, fucking finally, the key was accepted and Feliciano opened the door, then went to slam it shut-

Only for Romano's foot to interfere. Romano barreled his shoulder into the door as Feliciano stumbled back. Feliciano tried to dart past him, but Romano grabbed him quickly. "No! Let go!" Feliciano snarled angrily as he tried to get his brother off of him. The other nations finally reached the room, most panting as they watched the scene numbly.

Romano had his brother locked in a fierce embrace as Feliciano struggled to dislodge Romano from his person. The longer Romano had him stuck, the more furious Feliciano got. "Let me the fuck go! Now! LET. ME. GO!" Feliciano screamed angrily, panicking as more time went on. He need to leave. He had to get away, get away, get the fuck away!

Suddenly, Feliciano stopped looking so furious and his expression crumbled as he simply looked broken down. "Let me go. Let me go." Feliciano trembled in his brother's hold. "It's going to be alright." Romano murmured as he kissed the top of his brother's head. "No, it won't!" Feliciano sobbed, emotions all over the place. Feliciano sobbed in his brother's shoulder as Romano slowly brought them down to the floor.

"I'm going to help you, okay?" Romano asked softly. "I don't… I don't want help. I just want to be happy." Feliciano wept. "That's not happiness, Feli. It's artificial, and it's unhealthy." Romano bit his lip, eyes wet. "Who cares if it's unhealthy? We can't really die, anyway. Already tried." Feliciano wept.

"Feliciano… You need help. I want to help you. You won't take drugs anymore, Feli. That's over. Permanently this time." Romano muttered as Feliciano's sobbing only grew louder. "No! Please, I need it! I can't… I can't live without them! Please, fratello, please! If you love me, please don't take them away!" Feliciano wailed as Romano grimaced. The other nations' hearts went out to the two. "I'm sorry, Feli… But it's because I love you that this won't go on anymore."

As if Romano had flipped a switch, furious Feliciano replaced the sobbing one. "No!" He shrieked as he flailed again, trying to dislodge his brother and get away. Romano held strong as Feliciano cursed more and began to hyperventilate.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO!" Feliciano chanted furiously. "You can't do this!" Feliciano shouted. "I can and I will." Romano tightened his grip. "It's my life!" Feliciano protested as his hyperventilating worsened, his chest rising and falling much too rapidly as he took in quick, painful breaths. "I know. Which is why I'm helping it." Romano said before he pinched a nerve in Feliciano's neck that caused him to slump forward, flailing stopping and his breathing slowly returning to normal.

Romano bit his lip as he picked his brother up bridal-style. "He's too light." They heard him mutter as he laid his unconscious brother on his bed. Feliciano's limbs flopped uselessly as Romano tucked him in. Despite Romano's eyes being red-rimmed and moist, he looked strong and determined.

"I won't let you do this to yourself anymore, Feli. This stops here and today. I'll give you all the help you need and then some, even if you hate me for it."


Once again, I have to ask myself; Why are I so cruel to my favorite characters?! I'M SUCH A SHITHEAD! Them feels, doe. Romano is such a good big bro, even if Feli doesn't think so. What's gonna happen, now? (Not even I know, xD) I didn't check it or anything, having done it last night, or, rather, earlier this morning. (I pulled an all-nighter.) AH, AND I STILL HAVE TO DO MY AP WORLD HISTORY PACKET AND READ A BOOK BEFORE SCHOOL TOMORROW! I SUCK! At least I finished my Geometry packet, though.

Please review! I really appreciate them. Oh! And I came out with a story yesterday called "The King and Dukes of Awesome." You guys should read it. I'm proud of it~! ANYWAY, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!