Shinigami-cat: If you want to get out alive, hold on run for your life. If you want to get out alive, hold on run for your life.
England: What are you singing?
Shinigami-cat: Get out alive by Three Days Grace.
England: (…)
Shinigami-cat: It's a good song. I was listening to it when I wrote Japan's death scene.
Japan: That was quite… an interesting piece of literature cat-san.
Shinigami-cat: I'll take that as a compliment. B.T.W you can just call me Shinigami-cat. Everyone else does. Also so sorry for killing you off.
Japan: Very well. It is okay… Shinigami-cat.
Shinigami-cat: Aw that was cute. Anyway hope you'll have fun reading and commenting =3 so sorry for the lateness… I DON'T OWN HETALIA!
Ludwig's house one week after the death of Matthew and Kiku
Alfred, Feliks and Toris had just finished setting up recording equipment in Ludwig's house. Ludwig and Feliciano watched them intently. Finally Alfred smiled in triumph. "And we are done! If anyone calls we'll be able to trace the call in a snap."
Ring, ring.
Everyone looked at the phone, then to Feliciano. He gulped and picked up the phone. "H… hello?"
"Oh it looks like I got the right number. It's good to hear you speak again."
He knew who it was immediately. "What do you want?" Asked Feliciano.
"Kolkolkolkolkolkol… Just wanted to tell you that I'm moving far away from the big city. I want to go somewhere that has lots of sunflowers. Don't you think that would be nice?"
The way he talked made Feliciano blood bubble and boil in anger. "YOU FUCKING LIER!" Screamed Feli. Everyone in the room jumped. None of them, including Ludwighad never heard Feliciano swear like that. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT?"
"Hey, that's not nice Feli. Did you think I was going to hurt you? No never. I was getting revenge for you! I knew I was the only one who could do it, because you are such a coward. But hey, it takes all kinds to spin this world. Why would I bother to get revenge for you if you wouldn't be alive to enjoy it, da?"
Feli punched the wall so hard he made a dent. He could hardly control his anger. "Why are you doing this?" He hissed. "You think if you act like you're an escapee from some mental asylum that the police will be led astray and start looking in dead ends? You know whose Idea it was to get rid of you. It was mine."
"No, no. You were just miss led. That fucker Kirkland knocked you for a loop. Then, that sad excuse for a publisher gave you some bad advice. You never would have done something so stupid on your own, that I know for sure."
"That's a lie and you know it!" Feliciano's mind was racing. He knew what He was going to say soon. Soon he was going to say he wasn't Ivan at all. And he knew that the police would believe him, because Ivan was just that good at manipulating people.
"Whatever. I won't bother you anymore Feli, but before I go let me give you some advice. Don't you start thinking that I'm Ivan Braginski now. That is a mistake I made. I had to go and kill four people before I got my head cleared… Maybe I'm as crazy as they said I was in that place… But I will never be sorry for what I did. When I was there in that place… Your books were the only things keeping me sane. I feel a lot better now. I guess you could call what I did therapy… Can't really see a future in it though."
"Quit lying you fuck ugly son of a fucking whore." Growled Feli.
"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol… Give my best regards to Ludwig would you? Take care of yourself now. I won't bother you ever again. You have a nice day now, da?"
Feliciano threw the phone against the wall and screamed. He had never wanted to break something more in his life. Everything was so frustrating he just wanted to throw a tantrum, punch a wall, break some windows anything to relieve the stress he was feeling right at that second. "Feli are you okay?" Asked Ludwig.
Feliciano took some deep breaths before calming down. "Ve, I'm fine… I just need a drink." Feliciano walked off to the kitchen and came back with two bottles of beer and a very large mug. Feliciano emptied the bottles into the mug and skulled it in one breathe. He then leaned forward on the table and fell asleep.
"Is this like normal for him?" Asked Feliks.
Ludwig shook his head and sighed. "His brother is more likely to do this kind of thing."
Alfred shrugged. "He's just stressed and worn out from yelling at that guy. He should be fine after a good night sleep, and some powerful painkillers." Ludwig nodded in agreement and took the sleeping Italian to bed.
A phone booth on the other side of the city.
Ivan still had the phone pressed against his ear. A twisted smile on his face. Everything had gone better than he could have hoped for. Feliciano had screamed and yelled like a mad man and he was quite sure that the police had bought his little act. Pretend to be insane, say you aren't Ivan, make them think you came from the loony bin and just have fun playing the part.
Ivan hung up the phone and walked back to his crappy motel. He needed time to prepare for the final stage of his plan. "He won't forget me when I'm done with him." He whispered to himself. "No one will forget me."
When he was inside his room he walked over to the calendar and looked at the date. "So today is a Wednesday?" He thought for a second. When was the best time for the grand finally? "Maybe Saturday? Da, that sounds good."
Ivan got a pen and circled the Saturday of that week. Three days. Three days and it would all be over. Ivan's revenge, his plan would come to light in a shower of macabre, horror and blood. He giggled at the thought. It would be fun and so very painful, not for him mind you, but for Feliciano.
Ivan kicked off his shoes and jumped into bed. Soon he was asleep and visions of a crying, screaming, bloodied, Feliciano played in his mind. It was a wonderful dream.
Police station Alfred's office, Saturday morning
Alfred slowly rolled a marble across his desk. It had been several days since they had set up the recorder in Ludwig's house. They traced the call to a pay phone in the city and searched the area but turned up nothing. He even got Toris and Feliks to start looking for people who had escaped or were released from mental institutions but so far they also got nothing. It was frustrating.
Alfred couldn't help but feel that he was missing something important. He knew Feliciano wasn't the killer because there was an eyewitness at Kiku's and Alfred's murders and there was no way Feliciano could have driven to the city and back in less than twenty minutes, so he couldn't have killed Matthew and he also had an air tight alibi for Hercules death.
But he couldn't help but feel that Feliciano was still behind the murders even though he obviously wasn't. "My hero's intuition has never been this wrong before." He complained.
He quickly went through the file on Feliciano. Maybe he missed something important? An old medical record caught his eye. "So he had surgery when he was eleven." Sighed Alfred. "A brain tumour? Damn that sucks. Tino Va… How the hell do you say that? Anyway Tino was the surgeon who operated on him?"
Alfred picked up his phone and quickly rung Tino's number. He knew it was a long shot, a very long shot but he had a gut feeling that Tino could help him out. After about five seconds Tino answered the phone.
"Hi who is it?"
"Hi mister… Can I just call you Toni?"
"Of course my last name is a little hard to pronounce."
"Well I'm Alfred F. Jones I'm the chief of police and I'm currently looking into the murders of Heracles Karpusi, Arthur Kirkland, Matthew Williams and Honda Kiku. I was wondering if you could help me out."
"Oh… Okay I don't know if I'll be of any use, but I'll do my best to help."
"Thanks. So I want you to tell me everything you can about Feliciano Vargas. Every little detail helps. If you can remember."
"You want to know about Feliciano? Sure I remember him it just so happens that I read some of those Ivan Braginski novels he wrote. He's very talented. Besides how could I forget someone that had such a… interesting operation?"
"Interesting? How?"
"Well… I guess since I'm retired it doesn't matter anymore. I know lots of people think that he had a brain tumour removed but the truth it was much stranger than that."
"What was it? An alien?" Damn Alfred. Why did he always think Aliens?
"Actually it was his brother."
"But he already has a brother."
"Well this brother was underdeveloped and was absorbed by the foetus that is now Feliciano. I was just glad that Lovino didn't have part of it inside him either."
"When you say his brother what exactly do you mean?"
"Well altogether we removed one eye, ten teeth, a nostril and a uvula from Feliciano's frontal lobe."
"He had a what in his what now? Wouldn't he have died? Does he know it wasn't a tumour?"
"No, Feliciano doesn't know that it was his other brother that was removed from his head. I didn't think that it was that important at the time and I really thought it might traumatise him if he knew."
"…I see. So anything else I should know about him?"
"Well that's all I really know about him sorry. I hope I helped with your investigation."
"Thanks Tino. I'll call you up later if I have any more questions." Alfred hung up the phone and sighed. Instead of finding something useful he just found something trivial. Who gives a damn if Feliciano had an eye and some other random body part pulled out of his head.
He looked over Feli's file again and stoped at an address. It was an address to a summer house that Feliciano owned near the beach. Alfred read the address over and over again. It was close to the city, close to the cemetery and close to Ludwig's house. It seemed suspicious to say the least. It would take him a couple of hours to get there but whatever he wanted to have a look around there.
Feliks stuck his head into Alfred's office. "Like Toris and I are going to head over to Feli's for the night shift, which like totally sucks by the way. Why do we have to do that?"
"Because you have to." Said Alfred. He got up and grabbed his bomber jacket and walked past Feliks. "Now while you guys do that I'm going to check a lead I have."
At Ludwig's house
Feliciano was frustrated. All he wanted to do was go down to the shops, go to the movies, go to a restaurant, and just go outside in general. He hated being locked up inside. He couldn't even go outside to get the mail. Ludwig was always running about for him. Buying food, renting movies, getting the mail for him.
And why? It was all because of Ivan. Ivan. Ivan. Ivan fucking Braginski. The damn killer that was leading the police on a wild goose chase. Making them think that he was some loony from a mental house. Now he was under protection twenty four hours a day seven days a week.
At the moment Feliciano was looking out the window. The unmarked police car had slowly turned into the street and driven away. "Five minutes." Said Feliciano. He took a deep breath. It was now or never. He quickly ran over to his bedroom and pulled out a large green jacket and a hat. He slipped them on and ran down to the kitchen. He quickly wrote a note for Ludwig, grabbed his phone and ran outside.
It wasn't like he was running away or anything. He just needed to get out of the house for a few hours. Ludwig would understand when he got home right? Besides Ludwig might not even find out. After all Feli planned to be back way before seven.
"Ve, where should I go first? Oh I'll go to the park." Feliciano whistled merrily to himself and happily skipped down the road. After all it's not like Ivan was right there in his street right? Right?
In the car with Feliks and Toris
"So like pick a colour already." Said Feliks impatiently. Toris had made the mistake of introducing Feliks to the chatter box game.
"Pink." Sighed Toris.
"P-I-N-K chose a number."
"Three."
"1, 2, 3 chose another number."
"Eight."
Feliks quickly lifted the flap and read the message. "You should totally take Feliks shopping and let him dress you up in anything he wants."
Toris rolled his eyes. "No way Feliks."
"Why not?"
Toris decided it would be best to ignore Feliks for now. He looked out the window and sighed. It was already seven. A car pulled into a driveway and out came Ludwig of course. His routine was like clockwork. Always on time for everything. Toris sighed and turned back to Feliks who was playing with the chatter box. It was going to be a long shift.
"Yo Toris! Snap out of it! Pay attention when I'm talking to you!" Feliks was waving his hands about.
"What is it?" Asked Toris with a sigh. It couldn't be anything too dramatic right? It was Feliks after all.
"I like totally heard something and saw something move into that alley way right there. We should like totally check it out."
Toris nodded and followed Feliks down the alley. Damn it was dark. Toris couldn't see anything in front of him, he couldn't even see Feliks. Maybe they should go back to the car. "Turn on your torch Feliks." Voiced Toris.
"Oh right might be a good-" Feliks gasped and collapsed. Toris quickly grabbed his own torch and turned it on. Feliks was on the ground. His neck had been sliced open. Before Toris could even move he felt something glide over his neck. It felt like fine hail over his skin. He fell to the ground. Blood was pumping out of the freshly made wound.
Ivan rubbed the razor blade clean on his scarf. Killing them had been too easy. No fun. But he was sure Feliciano would be even more fun.
Inside Ludwig's house.
Ludwig casually walked inside and could immediately tell that something was off. There was no cheerful Italian to greet him. Not even so much as a 'Ve.'
"Feli?" He called. "Are you okay?" He quickly checked their bedroom in case he was having a siesta, but he wasn't there. He checked every other room then when he got to the kitchen he found a note.
Dear Ludwig
I really sorry but I just had to get out of the house. Please don't be mad at me. I'll be home really soon I promise. In fact I'll probably be home before you, so I won't even need this note.
Asta la pasta
Feliciano.
Ludwig rubbed his temples. "Damn it Feli." He moaned. "Why did you have to do that?"
"So Feliciano isn't here?" Asked a bone chillingly cold voice. Ludwig turned around and was face to face with a razor blade. Ludwig looked up at the man holding the weapon. He was tall, spoke with a Russian accent, wore a long coat, scarf and had the innocent smiling face of a child. It was Ivan. "Oh well. I can always catch him later, da."
"Ivan Braginski?" Asked Ludwig in disbelief.
"In the flesh." Beamed Ivan. "Now we are going to go for a little drive okay? I want you to get your car keys and take us to that nice beach front house, da. Do you think you can handle that, or do I have to cut you to get my message across?"
Ludwig nodded. "I understand." Ivan smiled and slowly led Ludwig to the front of the house and into the car. Ludwig had no choice but to do what Ivan said. He turned the ignition and began the twenty minute drive.
Ivan was sitting next to him the whole way with the razor in his hands. Ready to stab some sense into Ludwig if he decided to pull a fast one on him. But he knew he wouldn't. So instead he preoccupied himself with thoughts about what he was going to do to Feliciano when he got his hands on him.
Shinigami-cat: Wow that was long. Oh well the grand finally is just around the corner people!
Russia: Does that mean the next chapter will be the last?
Shinigami-cat: … I guess so.
slasher360: When you've finished I'm sending the Hetalia characters back into the manga.
Italy: Ve? Germany what's a manga?
Germany: Speak to Japan about that Italy.
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