Chapter 4
3rd Person's POV
Japan and Germany walked into the room just as Italy woke up. "Itary-kun are you feering better?" Japan asked. Italy had a mean look on his face "I'm fine. Just pissed off at Arthur." Italy said saying England's name like it was poison. Japan and Germany looked at each other worried. America had just called explaining what happened with England. They wondered if the same was happening to Italy. "I'm going home." Italy said firmly. As he was about to open the door Germany grabbed his wrist "I don't sink zhat's a good idea Italy." Germany stated. Italy grabbed Germany's arm and put it behind his back pinning him forcefully into the wall. Japan looked at Italy eyes wide "Itary what are you doing!?" Japan asked panicked. "Don't you dare fucking touch me." Italy said venomously. He let go of Germany and walked out the door. Germany stared in disbelief at the Italian as he left. Something was definitely wrong with their friend.
Italy huffed as he walked to his house. Who gave that bastard the right to touch me!? Italy stopped for a second. Why am I being so mean to Doitsu? Then he got another headache. He deserves it. He needs to realize he can't tell me what to do all the damn time. The Italian finally got home and walked through the front door. "Where the hell have you been!?" an angry Romano asked. Italy looked in disgust at his brother "Stai zitto!" (Shut the hell up in Italian.) Italy spat. Romano was taken back. Not only had his brother just sweared he sweared at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Romano asked starting to get worried. Romano looked at his brother and saw his magenta eyes. Usually Romano would react by swearing more but he felt like that wouldn't help. He sensed that something was wrong.
"Fratello are you okay?" Romano asked. (That's right Romano can be sweet) Italy's eyes soften from the angry look. Did Lovi just ask if he was okay? Without swearing? His eyes became a magenta shade lighter. "I-I'm fine. I just got pissed off by Ludwig and Arthur that's all." Italy said calming down. Romano touched his brother's shoulder. He understood that he had to be gentle with his brother right now. "How about we make some pasta?" Romano said gently. Italy nodded and they went into the kitchen. A while later they sat at the kitchen table eating their plates of pasta. Italy looked bored with it like it didn't taste how it usually does. "What's wrong? You don't like the pasta?" Romano asked looking at his brother. Italy looked down at his pasta "The sauce tastes bland." he said. Romano got bit angry "Well I made it how we always make it! If you want it different just make it yourself!" Romano said angrily.
Italy stood up eyes blaring red. "You couldn't be more right fratello." he said hiding his true meaning. He went into the kitchen and took out the knife Grandpa Rome gave him. He never used it of course until now. The knife had looked like a butter knife. He tossed it up and caught it. He smirked thinking how fun the next part would be. His hair turned a darker shade. He walked out of the kitchen and headed towards the door. "What the hell are you doing with Grandpa's knife!?" Romano said standing in front the door stopping Italy from leaving. "Get out of the way idiota!" Italy said pushing Romano out of the way. Romano quickly got up and tackled his brother. They both struggled with each other. Punches were thrown but mostly from Italy's side. "I won't let you hurt anyone! Get a hold of yourself you damn idiota!" Romano said pleading with his brother.
Italy had enough. He threw his brother harshly into the wall. "Then i'll just hurt you." Italy said brandishing the knife. Romano's eyes widened as he use his Italian speed to hide somewhere. He hid inside a closet on the top shelf in his room. He knew his brother would find him soon so he pulled out his phone. He texted the potato bastard contact in his phone for help. He would text Spain but he knew that the German was Italy's friend. After a few minutes he heard footsteps next to the closet "Dove sei fratello? Non si può nascondere per sempre." (Where are you brother? You can't hide forever.) Italy said looking around. Romano could see magenta eyes peer through the closet doors. The doors opened and Italy threw things out of the closet searching for his brother. Romano breathed a sigh of relief when his brother couldn't find him and left the room. Just then he was pulled down by his hair by his brother. Italy dragged him into the living room.
Italy put the knife near his brother's throat. "Ogni ultima parola fratello?" Italy asked smirking (Any last words brother?) Romano looked at his brother eyes wide with fear. Just then Italy was knocked away by a certain German tackling him. Romano scooted away from his brother as he and Germany fought. Germany held down Italy as he thrashed around wildly. "Romano are jou okay?" Germany asked still pinning Italy down. Romano nodded as Japan walked in the room holding his katana. "I'm grad we made it in time." Japan said standing next to Romano. Suddenly Italy elbowed Germany in the face momentarily making him let go. Italy used this distraction to shove Germany into the wall. He grabbed the knife which had fallen during the struggle and cut Germany on his cheek. Germany yelled as the knife sliced into him. Japan unsheathed his word and cut Italy's arm. Italy jerked back from Germany holding his arm allowing Germany to get away. Italy ran out the door still bleeding. They knew they wouldn't be able to catch him since he runs so fast. Romano watched as he ran away and wondered what had happened to his happy little brother?