Shinigami-cat: I'm so sorry it's taken so long to write this chapter. Blame it on exams, assignments and reading my reviews.

slasher360: That's what they all say.

Shinigami-cat: *evil eyes* Well where have you been?

slasher360: Watching anime, idiot.

Shinigami-cat: I'll accept that answer for now. If you will excuse me I'm going to continue reply to my epic feedback… I DON'T OWN HETALIA!

Matthew's apartment

Ivan was counting how many seconds it would take for someone to answer the phone. He gazed over at Matthew; his eyes were shut tight and his hands were clenched. Ivan looked back the knife in his hands. It was so shinny and clean. The phone was picked up. "Ve? Hello?"

A sick smile stretched across Ivan's face. "Feliciano!" Cried Matthew. "Thank goodness it's you. I- Aaaagh!"

Ivan cut deeply into Matthew's cheek. The blood trickled down Matthew's tear stained face. "Tell him to put it on speaker."

"PUT IT ON SPEAKER FELICIANO!" Screamed Matthew.

"Ve?" Asked Feli in alarm. "Who is that, Matthew?"

"JUST PUT IT ON SPEAKER!"

Ivan slashed Mathew's shirt, causing the trembling blond to scream again. "Ve, it's on speaker! What's happening?"

Matthew screamed again as blood sprayed his couch. "Tell him who you are and what's happening here." Hissed Ivan.

"What's going on?" Feliciano cried. "Who was that?"

"IT'S ME, MATTHEW!" He screeched. "IVAN IS HERE! PLEASE DON'T LET HIM HURT ME AGAIN!"

Ivan swept the knife through the kinked telephone cord. The line went dead. It was good. It couldn't have gone better for Ivan. The only thing that went remotely wrong was Matthew's constant screaming. People would be coming around soon, wondering what was making such a horrid noise. Ivan grabbed Matthew's hair and pulled his head back until he was facing the ceiling. Matthew was screaming again. Ivan pressed the blade against Matthew's neck and cut. The room fell silent.

The blood sprayed all over Ivan's face and he sighed. He wanted to keep the hot, sticky liquid on his face for as long as possible, but he knew it would only make him look suspicious. He wiped the blood off his face and took a slip of paper out of his pocket and looked at the names. There were four names on his list.

Arthur Kirkland. Matthew Williams. Honda Kiku. Feliciano Varga.

Arthur's name was already crossed out in blood. He moved over to Matthew, dipped his finger into his neck and crossed of the next name. Matthew Williams. He sucked the remaining blood off his fingers, and looked at the next name.

Honda Kiku. The basted who wrote the article. And the basted who took those pictures, especially the one of that bloody tombstone. He was going to get what was coming to him. Then he would pay another visit to good old Feliciano… He was surprised that Feli sounded so… sane? He thought he would have been in tears, afraid to move, speak, eat or even breathe. But it was better this way. This way he would be able to make Feliciano suffer even more.

Ivan put his list back into his pocket, waved goodbye to Matthew's lifeless corpse and left the apartment with a smile on his face. He had no time to linger, he was a busy man. And he had to take care of said business tonight.

Ludwig's house

Feliciano was trembling all over. He had just heard what was probably Matthew's last words; "IVAN IS HERE! PLEASE DON'T LET HIM HURT ME AGAIN!" Ivan was in Matthew's apartment and if Ivan was there Matthew was probably going to die, if he wasn't already dead. Alfred was wrong, he wasn't the next target. Matthew was.

The door swung open and Ludwig walked in with the groceries. "I'm back Feli." He said. "Remember, you're under house protection as of one o'clock today."

"Ludwig… it wasn't me." Said Feli.

Ludwig dropped the bags in the kitchen and went into the hall and joined Feliciano. Feli was sitting on the floor, opposite the phone. Ludwig wasn't sure what was going on, but he sat down next to Feli and gave him a questioning look. "He wasn't after me." Said Feli. "I mean he might… eventually, but he killed Matthew."

Matthew. That name ringed a bell. Oh, right. He was Feliciano's editor, he came over once or twice to pick up some of Feliciano's work. "He's dead?" Asked Ludwig. "How do you know?"

Feliciano pointed to the phone. "He rang me." Said Feli. "Matthew rang me and I could hear Ivan in the background. He was hurting Matthew." Feliciano crawled over to the phone and began to dial away.

"Who are you calling?"

"Alfred."

Ludwig took the phone out of Feliciano's hands. "Feli." He said. "Think about this logically. Why would Ivan kill Matthew?"

Feli pouted and rocked back and forth on the floor as he thought. Ludwig had always thought that Feliciano looked absolutely adorable when he did this. It made him look like a child. Feliciano yelped and jumped up. "We have to warn Kiku."

"What? Why?" Ludwig had no idea what was going on.

"Think about it!" Exclaimed Feli. "Arthur Kirkland. The man who threatened to tell the world I was Ivan, dead. Matthew Williams my editor. He also knew that I was using the pen name Ivan, he's also dead. Honda Kiku. He wrote the article where I admitted that Ivan wasn't real. In other words he's going to kill Kiku."

Ludwig was dumbfounded. He didn't know that Feliciano could speak that long without saying ve. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes… Well no… Maybe." Said Feliciano.

Ludwig sighed and stood back up. "Maybe you should just call Alfred and tell him what you heard."

Feliciano nodded and dialled Alfred's number. There was a few seconds before Alfred picked up. "Yo, Alfred speaking."

"It's me. Feliciano. There's a man in the city that will need your help. It has to do with what you were talking to me about last night. The man's name is Matthew Williams. He's, I mean he was my editor."

"Hang on a second." Said Alfred with a hint of shock in his voice. "What do you mean was your editor?"

Feliciano hesitated. "He called me a few minutes ago. He was screaming and crying. There was another voice in the background. He told him to tell me what was going on and who was calling me. He said that Ivan was in his apartment and he was threatening to hurt him."

Feliciano looked over at Ludwig who was slowly turning white. Is he going to faint? Thought Feliciano. "What's Matthew's address?" Asked Alfred. Feliciano gave Alfred the address and hung up. He turned to Ludwig and buried his face into his shirt and cried. Ludwig held Feliciano tightly and sighed. This wasn't going to be easy for them.

Later that night in the city

Kiku had just made it back to his hotel after a hard day's work at the office. All he wanted to do was to crawl into his bed and sleep. As he walked up the hallway he couldn't help but feel that he was being followed. He turned around but there was no one there. He shrugged and continued to walk down the hall.

As soon as he began to walk again he could feel a shiver race up his spine. He knew he was being followed, he had to be. Before he could turn around again he had been thrown against a wall. Kiku cried out in pain and looked up at his attacker. It was a tall man, a scarf was wrapped around his neck and … oh god, he was carrying a steel pipe.

The man raised the pipe above his head and brought it down. Fortunately Kiku managed to move out of the way but unfortunately for him he hadn't managed to get to his feet. So the man continued to bring the pipe down, trying to beat him to death. Eventually Kiku had crawled into a corner. Big mistake. As soon as he had nowhere to run Ivan smiled and brought the pipe down onto Kiku's ankle. Kiku screamed. Ivan laughed and hit Kiku in the shin.

He smiled sweetly as Kiku writhed around in pain. He continued to beat Kiku and in turn Kiku screamed. It wasn't long before someone poked their head out the door to see what was going on. A Hungarian woman with long brown hair looked out her door and almost screamed at the sight she saw; her friend and neighbour, Kiku, being beaten to death by a scary looking man. Ivan looked over at her, with his innocent child like smile. "You better call the cops." He said. "There's a murder taking place."

The woman gasped and ran back inside and locked her door. Ivan looked back at the bloodied Asian man and smiled. He picked him up and headed towards the stairs. "You ever wondered what it's like to fly, da." Kiku's eyes widened and he began to scream for help. "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol" Chanted Ivan. He was standing at the top of the staircase. "Time to fly Kiku."

Ivan threw Kiku down the steps. Kiku's head made contact with the bottom step and he fell silent. Ivan practically skipped down the steps towards Kiku. He was dead. Ivan got out his list and crossed out Kiku's name in his blood. Ivan quickly shoved the list back into his pocket and walked into the ally at the back of the hotel. He silently hummed to himself as he walked away. He could already hear the angry police sirens off in the distance. He was happy. He would wait a couple of days before he made his next move.

Shinigami-cat: LoL in this review someone thinks I've been smoking something to come up with these ideas. XD I'm so happy. B.T.W I don't smoke anything while doing this stuff… I prefer to inject.

slasher360: … 0.o … You do what while you write fan fiction now?

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