Chapter 4 is finally up, whoo! Sorry it took me so long, and I even promised. School started and...whatever, STORY!

Chapter 4:

Trying to play it off...

"And then, I opened the door, and there he was! He was so happy to see me; I missed home,"

Felaciano was jumping around the streets like a kid in a candy shop, the eldest German laughing at his antics.

"We were all worried about you; having no idea where you went. Even during the funeral..."

...but I can't do it; not even years of controlling myself...

Felaciano stopped moving, staring at the sky.

"If it's alright with the two of you...I wouldn't like to discuss this any further..." he turned back around, his eyes shrouded in malice. "Okay ~?"

Ludwig shuddered slightly; not just the tone of voice...but that glance. Gilbert was just as surprised if not more.

Canceling the looks, the young boy continued to bounce around. Gilbert moved back a bit to walk next to Ludwig.

"Does something seem off to you? Not normal off...but off?" he asked, weaving away when the young Italian looked back suspiciously.

Ludwig sighed.

"I don't know what to think of it...he's not usually like this so it's difficult to give a solution,"

Felaciano ran back, startling them both.

"Why are you walking so far behind?! Come on (pulls on both arms) let's hurry; Romano is waiting for us,"

This is going to be trouble, Ludwig thought to himself. Though he didn't want to admit it, he was worried. Worried that whatever was wrong with this small Italian was going to cause problems.

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After the episode with Felaciano's personality switch, Romano was inside the bathroom, cleaning up the cuts that he had sustained earlier. Even though he was severly hurt, he still had to pick up the glass that literally covered the floor.

He sighed, washing off his arm. Blood trickled rapidly, painting the small tub in a deep red.

"It looks like someone was massacred in here..."

And someone might've been if I hadn't stopped the bleeding...

He turned off the sink, rebandaging his wrist and pulling down his long sleeved shirt to cover the other deep cuts covering his arm. Taking in a deep breath, he sat on the toilet, staring particularly at nothing.

What's worse is that I don't know what to do...he's so different.

Groaning, he massaged his temples, opening the bathroom door and headed downstairs. The small glint of something underneath the fridge caught his attention.

"Shit..." getting down on hands and knees, he saw it. A large shard, one that if the fridge slightly moved, could hurt someone.

The front door opened. Two German men walked in, looking around the house and taking off their shoes.

"Ah, Romano ~ !" the younger Italian raced in, jumping on Romano.

He was still jumpy from the recent blow that he had taken before, so he moved back a little. Pulling him back, Felaciano grasped his arm sternly, leaving a slight bruise on where there was already a cut. Romano winced, sucking in a breath and allowing the other to hold him.

"Don't make a scene..." he whispered. Romano shivered, hitting his back against a counter.

"Hey," Gilbert called out, walking into the kitchen.

Felaciano peeled himself away from his brother, letting in the German.

"It's nice seeing you again..." he looked past him to his brother. "Aren't you going to say hi, potato?" he challenged.

Ludwig smiled a little, getting closer.

"It sounds like you are doing better?"

Romano nodded slightly, taking a fast quick glance over to Felaciano. The boy was pulling out the foods that were bagged.
"I made food!"

"Really? I'm starving," Gilbert went to help unwrap the meal. "that was nice of you, thanks."

Romano unconsciously touched his arm, a hot burning hit his senses. Ludwig noticed the jolt and looked at him. His eyes scaled over the other.

"Oh, I have something I want to show you two!" Felaciano called.
He dragged the two out of the room and ran upstairs. Romano watched as they left, wondering what could have been so important.

"Jeez..." he looked at the fridge. "I should get that out from under...crap. Why did I even find it?! I could have just left it and if someone stepped on it, let them deal with it."

He got down again on his knees and fished around under the large furniture for the glass. Footsteps walked up behind him, creaking on top of the counter behind. He turned around slightly.

"Fratello..." Felaciano kicked his feet too and fro, shaking his head from side to side.

Romano rolled his eyes.

"What do you want?" he continued with finding the shard.

"I wanted to talk about what happened earlier, ve ~"

Sure you do...

"What about it?"

"I'm so sorry, it was an accident! I didn't know that you would get cut," he pouted for effect.

That's a load of bullshit if I've ever heard any..

"It's fine, it didn't hurt much anyway," he lied.

There was silence.

"Oh...it didn't, huh?"

What? Romano turned slightly, but his twin was gone.

"It didn't hurt? Good,"

Romano jumped, hitting against the lower end of the furniture.

Felaciano moved, grasping his arm again and roughly pulling up the sleeve, staring at the wounds.
"Don't let Doitsu see that ~ , or his meddling brother, ve ~" Slowly, he moved back, pushing something that Romano couldn't make out.

That sound that trees make when they fall? Around that same noise filled the kitchen, and the fridge came closer and closer to the older Italian, moving down to crush him into the floor. He wasn't able to scream, just watch as it fell onto him. The last thing he saw, was his brother; biological, little, twin brother, smiling at his demise.

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I walked down the stairs, peeping around the corner.

What is he doing?

I walked into the doorway, lowering down enough to see a small object underneath the object. I smirked, stepping into the kitchen, making sure he heard me. I almost laughed when I saw him jump.

Slowly, I jumped onto the counter and kicked my feet around.

"What do you want?"

Rude ~

"I wanted to talk about what happened earlier, ve ~"

Romano frowned.

"What about it?"

"I'm so sorry, it was an accident! I didn't know that you would get cut,"

"It's fine, it didn't hurt much anyway,"

Silence.

I frowned, staring intensely at him.

"Oh...it didn't, huh?" I silently skipped to the other side, next to where he sat and just above the fridge.

If that didn't hurt, then...

I saw him turn around rapidly to where I was previously sitting. It's amusing really, that he's still so slow to responding.

"It didn't hurt? Good,"

He turned to face me; my reflexes beating his as I grabbed hold of his injured arm, forcing up the sleeve and staring, trying and failing to hold back a smirk that graced my lips.

"Don't let Doitsu see that ... or his meddling brother, ve ~"

I let my words seep in, moving back to my previous position and pulling on the fridges lever, pushing it down to my twin. Something in me cried out at that moment, something I hadn't felt in a long while. Regret.

The solid heart I've achieved is impermeable even to the strongest emotions.

So, I watched, as the fridge was to crush him.

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"Wow! Where did he go? These look so expensive!"

Gilbert leafed through the jewelry, clothes, sets of silverware, and other items that the Italian had showed them.

"I'm still wondering where he went," Ludwig said, picking up a long role of silk.

"Wherever he went, I'd like to go," Gilbert wrapped a bead around his neck; it glittered brightly.

Ludwig shielded his eyes, laughing a little.

Where did he go? They both asked around the same moment.

"He never did say what happened..."

"More like warned us not to ask again," Gilbert frowned, putting back the items in place.

"Anyway, we should head back downstairs, I'm starving!"

They walked out into the hallway, making their way down the stairs.

Felaciano, hearing the footsteps, sucked in a breath and let out the best scream he could muster.

Both Germans rushed down the stairs, tripping and flailing, running into the kitchen. Ludwig was the first to see the fridge.
"Romano!" he charged in the direction of the object, catching hold of it just in time to keep it from hitting the other.

"Ludwig!" Gilbert dashed in, staring surprised at the scene.

Felaciano sat in the corner, shaking like a leaf, his brother pushing back up a fridge that almost landed on top of a stuttering and tearful Romano. He decided to go over to the cowering little brother.

"Felaciano, what happened?" he shook his shoulders softly, turning him to face.

His face was covered in tears, eyes puffy, face red.
"F-Fratello! I'm so sorry!"

Running over to his brother, he jumped into his arms, holding him tightly. Rocking back and forth, he whispered.

"...I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgive me, forgive me!"

Gilbert frowned, worried.

"You aren't hurt? Either of you, right?"

Ludwig tried to assess the situation.

He and Gilbert were led upstairs, out of ear reach of conversations and what would happen

That fridge would have had to be pushed

"Just be more careful; don't get hurt. We don't want a repeat of..."

Felaciano twitched a little, holding tighter to his sibling.

"Please...leave for today..."

Romano looked at his brother, concerned. He didn't truly believe that he meant it..but that didn't change that his life was in danger. Though...he did sound sincere...

"Are you sure?"

Romano frowned slightly.

"Yes, just leave..."

The two left, leaving the Vergas brothers alone at home, again.

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Okay! This chapter is finally out; gomen nasai for it being late. = _ =

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