A/n: I love the reactions out of you guys! XD It wouldn't have been funnier even if I played the Rick Roll song!
There will be a bit of OOCness here cuz NO one messes with one Italian brother without messing with the other.
Disclaimer: It belongs to me! Hehehehehehehe… *hides pendulum behind my back*
America's eyes widened. He suddenly realized his failure and pushed Romano off him.
"Sorry dude. I don't know where that came from, but I like someone else." Romano looked shocked. Angry tears were pooling in his eyes.
"Who?" Romano demanded.
"I can't tell you. I don't want you to hurt him." America realized the extent of the situation. He was dealing with the creator of the Mafia here now.
"They don't deserve you! You're mine! You're mine, you bastard! You're MY fat ass! MINE!" Romano was screaming now. "TELL ME WHO THE BASTARD WHO STOLE YOU FROM ME IS, DAMNIT!"
"No." America said firmly. He wasn't backing down. Not now.
"If I can't have you… NO ONE CAN!" Romano was quick. He pulled out a gun and had it pointed at America's head in three seconds flat. "I'm only doing this because I love you! Ti Amo!"
Romano was about to pull the trigger when America snapped his fingers. Romano's eyes fluttered closed and his arms fell to his sides. "Romano. You never loved me… I'm just another person you don't give a damn about. Do you understand?" Romano nodded. "Wake up!"
Romano opened his eyes and scowled. "What the hell are you staring at?"
"Nothing. Let me just get Artie, 'kay?" America exited the room, only to be stopped by Italy.
"America, I thought you were a nice person…" Italy said. A tear escaped his eye. "You played Romano. Led him on. He loved you, and you made it seem like you loved him." America found the wimpiest of all countries glaring at him. Then he heard the cocking of a gun and found one right in between his eyes.
"Fratello's not the only one with the Mafia, you know."
"Don't do this." America shook his head.
"I will. When you mess with one person in mi familia, you mess with me." Italy sneered. America pleaded silently with his eyes. He knew he couldn't get out of this one. He was a fool for not implanting a trigger in Italy and not thinking he would be a threat. He could only hope for a miracle.
"Asta la pasta~." Italy almost pulled the trigger, but stopped. "I-I can't… Your eyes are too much like his." Tears were spilling freely down his cheeks.
America saw his chance and quickly took out the blue pendulum. Italy was hypnotized almost as soon as it started to swing.
"Italy… Romano never loved me…" America was curious as to why Italy didn't pull. "Who is the one with blue eyes that you were talking about?"
"Ve~… Holy Roman Empire… But he died… That's what Prussia said…" Italy started to silently sob.
"Listen… when you awaken, you will remember nothing of this trance or what happened… Wake up." America felt sorry for the Italian.
"Hello, America?" England's head popped around the corner.
"Hey, Iggy, we gotta go. I need to get to Germany quickly!" America was going to find out about this 'Holy Roman Empire' guy. Not only that, but he wanted to leave Italy as soon as he could, before anything else backfired.
"Are you sure?" England asked.
"Yeah! Let's go!" And so, they were off.
America thought to himself. He told Romano to kiss who he liked, and got kissed. He heard about a guy named Holy Rome and now he's going to Germany. He couldn't help but feel he forgot something.
"Why do I have the feeling we're forgetting something?" America asked himself.
"Oi, stupid fratello! Where's dinner?" Romano asked rudely.
"Get your own!" Italy called.
"Bastard, you make it!" Then, Italy came in.
"Do yourself, you lazy good for nothing asshole!"
Romano was so shocked he fainted.
A/n: LOL. I enjoyed this chapter. Please don't kill me for it's shortness! REVIEW~!
