This next chapter goes out to Blue Moon, I couldn't snap him, but I did the second best thing(I think), but first, the summary that I promised.


Yet another message was carved into his right arm, You shouldn't feel too safe

Germany looked troubled, "Do you think this is connected to the attacks in our countries?"

"How do we know that the killer isn't just targeting the ones that were attacked?" Oliver asked acting like he didn't want to get involved.

Italy began to shake, "And how do you know that's true!?" Everyone stared at Italy, surprised at his sudden outburst, "How do you know that he won't kill you while you're alone?!" Italy began to tremble, "L-Like fratello." He fell to his knees and began to weep.

As soon as Germany left, Italy began laughing. "That went better that I could have imagined!"

"Don't cry, Tomato Bastard." The voice said softly.

"Italy killed me," Spain's eye's widened and he felt a knife in his back.

Romano grabbed Spain's chin and looked him in the eye. "My name's Leo." Leo let go of Spain and walked away.

Spain felt consciousness slip away from him as he fell into a blissful sleep.


"Dude, Canada!" Al said through his phone, "Me and a bunch of other guys are gonna get together at England's house later today to play video games! Wanna come?"

"Uh, sure. When?"

"Sweet dude! I'll come pick you up right now!"

"Oh, uh, ok."

Al hung up and laughed quietly to himself. He got in his car and drove to Canada's place. When he got there he knocked on the door and Canada opened the door.

"Hey bro! How are you?"

"Good, you?"

"I'm great! I'm so glad that you said you'd come with me."

They both got in the car and drove to England's house. (Yeah I know you can't drive across the ocean, just go with it ok?)

When they got there Al used the spare key Oliver had given him to get in. They walked into the living room where Italy, Oliver, and, Francois were waiting for them. When the three saw Al and Canada walk in they stood up.

"Alright, I have the game set up in my basement." Oliver said.

Oliver lead the way and Al made sure to walk behind Canada. They walked to the portal room and Canada saw Spain lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Canada asked.

Luciano smirked, "He played the game and he lost."

Canada hadn't even noticed the presence of the other two Italys in the room, "What kind of game are you talking about Italy?" Canada asked while looking at Spain's body and finding the cut on his back. Canada gasped and looked behind him finally noticing Luciano and Leo.

"I'm not Italy," Luciano teased. He went to stand next to his 1p, "Not matter how much I may look like him, I am most certainly not him."

Canada slowly stood up, all of the 2ps facing him. "Let's play that game now," Al smirked.

"What kind of game?" Canada asked again.

Al held his hand out and Luciano put a knife in his hand. Canada tensed up and backed up until he hit the wall. Everyone laughed at this and Al began walking up to Canada, "I'll just need a little blood then we can play."

Canada panicked and threw a punch. He hit Al square in the nose. Al put his hand up to his nose and realised he was bleeding. He glared at Canada in rage and with one swipe of his knife, he made a foot long gash on Canada's chest. He walked away to put Canada's blood into the portal and Luciano walked up to Canada.

Luciano grabbed Canada's shirt and pulled him close, "Don't you ever, touch any of us, got it?" Luciano let him go and hit him as hard as he could making him fall to the ground. The other 2ps then stepped in and they all began kicking Canada.

He got kicked everywhere, including his head, chest, arms, legs, and that one special spot that should never be kicked. Italy stood there watching the 2ps punish Canada. He rolled his eyes, "Alright, alright." The 2ps stopped, "We don't need to kill him."

"But can we?" Luciano begged.

Canada's body hurt everywhere and somehow he managed to understand their conversation through the ringing in his ears.

"No," Italy said firmly, "That wasn't the plan, no one is going to die who doesn't have to yet." Canada opened his eyes to make sure that it was Italy who was talking. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "He'll die some other time, but not today." Italy said.

"What?" Canada had barely managed to let out a whisper.

"You're still conscious?" Luciano asked, he kicked Canada in the gut one last time before backing off with the rest of the 2ps. Canada coughed up blood laid there in pain.

When 2p Canada, Matt, came out of the portal, Italy briefed him quickly.

"Hey Canada, you got your keys on you?" Italy asked. Since Canada was unable to answer, Italy motioned for Luciano to check him for keys. Canada winced as hands pushed on his bruises and grab the keys out of his pocket.

Luciano tossed the keys to Italy who tossed them to Matt. "Next, Spain," Italy said, he walked up to the unconscious spaniard, lifted his arm, and made a deep cut. He put the blood into the portal and when 2p Spain, Andres, he once again gave a briefing.

Soon after, Andres, Spain, Canada, and the Italys all got into Italy's van while the rest of the nations went to their homes.

Spain could feel the stabbing pain in his back as he returned to consciousness. He desperately wanted to go back to sleep again where nothing could hurt him. He was surprised to find that his arm was searing with pain as well.

He slowly opened his crusted eyes and found himself lying in the back of a van. He winced as he move his head to look around the back seat. Canada was sitting next to him but he sure wasn't conscious. His body was covered in bruises and dry blood ran down from his mouth. Not to mention the nasty cut running across his chest.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Spain sat up, cringing the whole way. When he was finally up he rested his weight on the seat and looked up. His jaw dropped when he saw who sat in front of him. Not only were there two Italys sitting in the front seat, but directly in front of him sat himself and Romano.

"R-Romano!" He whispered. Everyone looked behind them and saw Spain fully awake.

"Seriously?" Luciano said, "Why do they always wake up before we are done with them?"

Spain didn't seem to hear him, "Roma, what's goin-"

Romano/Leo looked annoyed, "I told you, my name is Leo."

"But-"

"Didn't you listen to what he said earlier?" Italy said, "I killed Romano."

"Italy," Spain wasn't believing what he was hearing.

"And now I'm going to kill you," Italy smirked.

Spain was speechless, "Roma, what's going on?"

"My name is Leo, and I'm afraid what Italy just said was true." He said smirking, "Romano was a sacrifice and you were a pawn. Now that your role is complete, we don't need you anymore."

"You should feel honored," Andres said, "You will help us even after death."

"It's hard to feel honored when you've been stabbed in the back." Spain hissed. The 2ps laughed knowing that the statement was literal and figurative.

"What happened to Canada?"

Luciano smirked, "He did something bad and was punished."

Spain shuddered and groaned as he felt the pain in his back. The 2ps chuckled as Italy drove into Spain's driveway.

"My house?" Spain was confused.

"Yup," Luciano said, "And you have the honor of dying in the same way that Lovino did."

The blood drained from his face and he turned sickly pale remembering what they had done to his Roma.

"Alright," Luciano said, "out,"

Spain stared at him out of disbelief, "I could barely sit up, what makes you think I can get out of the car, much less walk."

Luciano rolled his eyes, "Fine then," He walked to the back of the van and practically dragged Spain out. Spain cringed the whole way as the pain shot up his back with every movement.

After he was out of the van, Luciano grabbed his collar and dragged him into the house. From there he lifted Spain onto the couch where Romano had died.

Italy flung Canada over his shoulder and carried him to the basement with all the other nations. When he opened the door the dropped Canada on the ground a few feet in front of himself.

"Canada!" America yelled as he kneeled by his brother. Then he looked at Italy, his eyes full of rage, "What the hell!?"

"Hey," Italy said holding his hands up in defence, "It wasn't me this time, he threw a punch at Al and the rest of the 2ps beat on him." America continued to glare at Italy as England and France began checking Canada's injuries.

"You should really thank me," Italy said smirking, "If I hadn't told them to stop, poor Canada would be dead."

"Fuck you!" England and France looked at America in surprise.

Italy immediately became furious, he grabbed America's collar and lifted him up. "Excuse me?" The two glared at each other and England struggled to pull Canada out from under them. When he did he and France backed away from the two slowly.

"I still haven't heard a thank you yet." Italy hissed. When America didn't answer him, Italy threw him against the wall. America gasped for air and fell to the ground.

"I thought I already broke you," Italy said, "I guess not," Then he smirked and left.

The three nations sat in silence for a while before France gathered up the courage to ask, "So, what was that?" His voice was somewhat shaky as he hadn't seen Italy mad before now.

"That," England said, "Is why you don't get Italy mad."

"And... What did he mean by I thought I already broke you?"

"Well-" England started.

"Let's just say I wasn't expecting them to be pushing me around," America said. "Not unlike yourself." He said a bit harshly.

A moment later Luciano walked into the room and looked straight at America, he had an evil grin on his face, "Feli doesn't have time to deal with you so he left it to me. Time to learn how to behave."

Fear immediately began to overtake America. He turned pale as his heart dropped down into his stomach. He struggled to hold back his trembling. When Luciano came up to him, he froze up, unable to move, unable to protect himself.

Luciano cuffed him and dragged him out of the room by the chain. England and France simple stared in disbelief and fear. Neither of them were dumb enough to speak out against Luciano. Unlike America, who was now paying for swearing at Italy.

(Sorry if I got you excited for nothing but I'm not writing that next part.)

The two found him in the morning, passed out on the floor, with many deep cuts on his arms and legs along with what looked like lashes on his back.


Tell me in the reviews if you want Canada to be super strong like America and break them out. Also if anyone has any plot ideas, don't be afraid to speak up, I need ideas.