Ok...um. This is my new chapter thingy...and...yeah. IN SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. OMG ALMOST A MONTH YOU PROBABLY ALL WANNA KILL ME RIGHT NOW AND I WOULDNT BLAME YOU _

Oh my god...that tsunami in Japan was so horrible, they are in my thoughts and prayers right now...

anyway. Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia. Not me...If i did...well, that would be a tad bit scary...

And for some reason, I'm making my parts really short...

Enjoy...


For some reason, Lovino just felt...depressed...like something...bad...had happened.

He got a text back from Ali that said "Who?"

How calm...He had just broken up with her...through text message, no less. and all she could say was "Who?"

That was NOT like Alice.

But he answered back anyway, saying "I can't tell you that..."

He thought of his brother, who was his "someone else".

As if.

But something was off. He just didn't know what it was yet.

And he fell asleep, thinking of how something was going to be different tomorrow.


Feliciano walked casually, not even looking back to see if someone had seen him.

He didn't care.

He didn't care if the whole entire world knew that he had killed Alice.

He just wanted them to know one thing.

He did it for his brother to be happy.

...jealousy might of helped too...

You're getting better you know...

He just smiled in response to that voice inside of his head.


When Lovino woke up, the sky outside was gray.

Looks like rain...

He got up out of bed and stretched. He hadn't even bothered to do anything after he wrapped that wound...

He silently looked at his phone.

He kind of felt bad...for dumping his girlfriend for his brother...but love does crazy things to you.

Even drives you crazy enough to kill people.


Arthur walked away from the mail box as he put the envelopes in.

If the rest of the police knew EVERYTHING he was doing, he'd never get this case solved.

Even if this didn't work, he'd try anyway...


Lovino sat on the bathroom floor, feeling...empty?

He couldn't grasp reality for some reason.

He was messing with his gun again.

Maybe if I shot myself now, this feeling would go away?

Suddenly, a sadly terrible thought came to mind. What if Feliciano had gotten hurt? Or been killed even? Is that why he felt bad?

Lovino began to silently panic. If anyone would have done anything, it would have been the second killer... Wait a second. There HAD to be a second killer...

It had slipped his mind, and now it was starting to click. At the exact same time, he had killed Roderich...while Francis was being killed...so...who was it?

A feeling stirred somewhere inside him. It was the same feeling as before...the bad feeling that something had happened...he felt as if filth covered his body.

No...this was not guilt. He'd already felt guilt once...this...he'd never felt before... But his eyes quickly darted to the phone that sat next to him.

Maybe if I call Feliciano...only to talk for a minute or so...see if he's alright...

He placed the pistol on the ground and picked up the phone. He dialed Feliciano's number quickly. He listened to the phone ring...

And ring...

And ring... Until finally he reached Feliciano's voicemail box. He hung the phone up and threw it haphazardly on the ground.

Not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to at least scratch it.

The filth on his body felt like it grew. It grew with the worry of his brother not being ok... He had to be ok...HE HAD TO!

He was beginning to freak out a little more, thinking about his brother, when the phone rang. He picked up without reading who it was.

"Hello!", he said in a worried voice.

"Ciao Lovi~!", his little brother chirped over the phone.

He could feel himself breathe again. But that feeling was still there...

"WHAT THE FUCK FELICIANO?You didn't call last night...it's not like you! You usually call every night! WITH THE KILLER OUT THERE, YOU CALL ME EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. UNDERSTOOD?"

"Oh...well y'know, things come up, and I got a little...busy!"

"Hmph. Fair enough, still a crappy answer, but fair enough."

"...So Lovi, what's new?"

Better talk before he rambles...

"...I broke up with Ali..."

He heard a sigh on the other end of the line. "Lovi...you've told me this one million times before..."

"...No! I mean it this time...we're through..."

Then a gasp from the younger. "You're serious? I mean...you tell me this a lot, Lovi... Aww...I kinda thought it'd be nice to be an uncle...Why'd ya break up with her Lovi?"

He almost sounded...pleased?

"I...there's someone else. Someone else who I'm in love with." Lovino heard a giggle from the other end.

"I think I know who it is~"

You! You! It's always been YOU!

"...I don't think you do...Feli."


Feliciano hung up the phone and placed it on the kitchen counter.

He had gotten home about one hour ago, talking to Lovino for about ten minutes. He stared at the phone on the counter...

'There's someone else who I'm in love with.'

That's what Lovi had said...of course he knew who it was. His brother was lying to him, saying he wouldn't know.

Feliciano personally thought he did a pretty good acting job...lately, lying had been like a second nature to him. But the fact that it wasn't the name 'Feliciano' being called out when Lovino slept, it was 'Antonio', made him break.

He began to sob tears practically falling down his cheeks.

Everywhere hurt. Everywhere! His eyes were sore, his cheeks were flaming, and his hands hurt from the "work" he had done lately. There were more physical injuries, but the injury that hurt the most: his broken heart. It was barely held together by strings. Thin, weak strings, that will one day snap and let his heart shatter to millions of pieces never to be fixed again.

Was it so horrible? So horrible because he loved someone he wasn't supposed to? If Lovino found out about this, he'd probably spit into his face, and call him the trash he was. Feliciano continued burying his face in his hands. Why was love so hard?

Especially...especially if the someone you loved was your brother? He slid down the counter's side, still wailing. He wanted to just crawl into a hole, and just stay there forever, allowing society to never find him again.

It'd be even better if it was just me and Lovi...

He lifted his head and stared at the ceiling. He was so different then what the world thought he was...wasn't he? The world saw him as a cute, lovable, happy, pasta-loving boy, who never stops smiling.

They didn't know that smile faltered when he was by himself.

They didn't know that he cried a lot. They didn't know the pain his heart felt.

And they DEFINITELY did not know he was some sicko who wanted his brother as a lover...Wanted him so much that he'd kill anyone who DARED stand in his way. And maybe they'd never know... if he was lucky.

He heard the mail truck outside.


Lovino couldn't stand this feeling! He couldn't take it anymore!

He stood up quickly, pushing his hand through his hair as to remove the "filth". Maybe if he took a shower the "filth" would leave?

He turned the shower on began to take his clothes off absent-mindedly only knowing that he wanted the disgusting feeling off. He felt the warm water run down his skin. It felt good...if only Feliciano could feel this too...at the same time.

But he never would.

Ever.

Because I'm his brother and that's all I am to him.

...he still felt filthy.


Feliciano read the letter, feeling the sweat build up on his body.

This was not good...they had figured out he was the killer? But how? He had been EXTRA careful not to leave any evidence behind!

This...couldn't be real.

There was only one way to find out...

"LU-LUDWIGGGG!" ,he wailed into the phone.

"Italia? Are you ok?"

"They-THEY SAID IM THE MURDERER!" He was sobbing.

Even though I am...

He heard Ludwig say something like, "I thought you were hurt", in German.

Then he heard a sigh. "Feliciano...it's fake. They don't really think that you're the killer. They sent one to every country to lure them out and catch them."

"Oh...", Feliciano said, blushing. "Grazie, Ludwig...Ciao."

And he hung up and released the breath he had been holding. At least they weren't onto him...

He then heard a knock at the door. Who could that be?


Arthur and his team had surveyed the whole house.

By the time that Antonio found her dead body, she had been dead for 10 hours.

His letter idea didn't work, and he was sad about that, but life moves on, yes?

They took as much evidence as they could, but as usual, there wasn't much to take, just her phone (which he was now looking through).

Whoever was doing these murders...he was good. But this was the day that the killer would slip up.

Arthur continued to search through the phone, looking at Alice's text messages.

She had a boyfriend...they were on and off but they were together. Arthur noticed that her and her boyfriend were texting each other last night. He read the text. Apparently Alice asked for Lovino back, but he broke up with her. There was about an hour or so until the next text and Alice asked him who.

But this is where the killer slipped up.

Alice had died around seven to eight o'clock. This text Had been sent at 9:36.

Most people don't text with gloves on.

Arthur called forensics over and asked them to dust the phone for prints. There were others besides Alice's on there.

Maybe he'd find their killer.


Lovino huffed and threw the letter away.

It was stupid. How could anyone think that plan could work?

Trying to lure out the killer by a "we know it's you letter"?

Hmph. You'd have to be stupid to not know it was fake...

He still felt that..."unpleasant" feeling.

What was wrong?

As he began to leave the kitchen, the phone rang and he walked back and picked it up. "What do you want?", he didn't know who it was or what they wanted, but he felt like being rude to them.

He felt his eyes go wide, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Alice couldn't be...dead, could she?

They were telling him how she had died around the seven o'clock to eight o'clock time period. How? He was texting her at 9:40!

Was this why he had been feeling so bad?

Had he kind of known something bad was going to happen?

Yes. He had.

He didn't know what to say. He thought about something that made him feel a little bit better. At least she wasn't alive to know I broke up with her...

On the other side of the line, Lovino hear a phone ring and he was asked to hold by the woman giving him the news.

There was silence, and he thought about why anyone would want to kill Ali.

She hadn't done anything to anyone... The woman came back on the line.

She told him that she had some more news. "What is it?" ,he asked.

"...You're brother? He's a main suspect. His prints were found at the scene and he's being taken into custody."

He listened in disbelief.

What? Feliciano? Suspect? How?

Feli couldn't do anything like that!

A shot of anger raged through his body. He pushed his grief for Alice aside.

Hell, she didn't matter! She was a bitch anyway! She cheated on him God-knows-how-many times with that damn tomato bastard! How dare they? HOW DARE THEY! Blame his younger brother for a crime he could never even THINK about committing! And that stupid Arthur Kirkland was the head of this case too. He would be the one to pay...with his life.

He hung up the phone without saying anything and walked up to get his "things". Tonight would be great.


Feliciano sat in the police station. He'd been here for hours.

They'd question him and question him, and he'd lie and lie. But they were finally letting him out (because there was not enough evidence to prove anything), but not before asking him one more question.

"We have some suspicions that your brother could be in on the previous murders. If he is, would you mind helping us?"

He bit his tongue so he wouldn't say how he would never help them if it meant them taking his brother away. Even if he WAS the killer, he still wouldn't help them! But he wasn't, so why would they blame him like that? He felt the anger surge through him as they released him. The man who had interviewed him was Arthur Kirkland...He's a hassle for them to be together...if he's right on his tail like this...

Hmph. Too bad that'd be his last questioning.


Lovino had the things he needed in his bag. He figured that he'd need a bit more this time.

Now he only had one thing to put in his bag.

The knife.

He took it from the kitchen and held it in his hands.

It shined in the light of the sunset, now streaming through the window.

He hated Arthur.

Lovino imagined stabbing this knife straight through his heart, hearing the satisfied choking noise they'd all make before they died. It was such a wonderful thought. But the nerve! Blaming his brother like that! It made that hate for him burn even worse.

Besides, Arthur probably saw Lovino as a suspect too, so wouldn't it be better to kill him?


Feliciano went straight home to prepare for the night ahead.

He was so excited for this kill...this one was to make sure that Arthur NEVER thought Lovino as a suspect ever again.

Of course, he wouldn't be able to...

He immediately ran into the kitchen and looked at the giant butcher knife in the knife block. He pulled it out and examined it.

This would be perfect...


Lovino rushed. He hadn't reached England yet, but he wasn't very far.

He looked at himself in a reflection of water on the ground.

He smirked at it. Not a normal smirk. An evil smirk that looked as if it belonged on a demon's face and not a human's.

As soon as he reached England, (A/N: The country, not the person.) he put on his cloak to hide his face.

It was raining as usual. It always was when Lovino came to this country.

As he walked, he thought he saw another dark, hooded figure in an alleyway...must have been his reflection... He thought he'd have to go all the way to the Englishman's house when- he was just there.

Lovino quickly hid in the shadows, hoping he hadn't been seen. Arthur was just standing there, in the rain, all to protect him was his umbrella.

Lovino saw the man sigh and stare up at the sky, and he muttered something in English. Lovino couldn't wait to see that face...dead.

He slid out of the shadows, when his "reflection" also came out...


Feliciano picked up his speed.

He kept seeing that other figure.

It looked like him...so maybe it was just his reflection? He came to a lamp post where, behold, stood Arthur. Right then, Feliciano swore he saw something move behind that building.

He ignored it anyway.

The British man stuck his hand out to feel the rain, sighed, and spoke something in English.

He gripped the knife tighter in his hand. The pressure of the moment made him feel extremely hot. Perspiration slid down his face, hands, and neck. He smirked as he began to come out of the shadows.

The "reflection"? It wasn't a reflection.


Arthur stood outside in the rain.

He did this when he needed to think things through...like right now.

How could the Italies be the maim suspects? They were such bumbling idiots...how could they commit a crime as horrible as murder?

Under this small umbrella, Arthur held his hand out to feel the rain.

Rain felt nice...if he could just drop his umbrella and stand out in the pouring rain, he would.

But Arthur was too much of a gentleman to do that.

He sighed and whispered, "How is this even possible?"

It was kind of sad that he couldn't hear any movement because of the rain. He was so concentrated on the rain that was hitting the concrete, that he didn't notice the two moving figures moving toward him.

But he DEFINITELY felt the knife when it went through his back. He lost all of his air right then, and fell to the ground as the knife was quickly pulled out.

He looked up at the sky above him. Two figures, both in black cloaks, glared down at him. One kneeling next to him and the other standing. They both had maniacal faces.

Blood dribbled from his mouth. He spat out the irony taste, or tried to anyway.

"Why-?" ,he spat out, "Why would you do that?" He recognized the two faces.

He was going to die. He knew it. And the world would never know who did it...

They said in almost unison, "Because I'm in love." ,he then felt the sharp pain go through his heart.

And there were no more feelings. At least he'd found out who did it before he died...


Feliciano came out of his killer mode and looked at the body which the two of them had just killed.

They had stabbed him far too many times. He had been dead on the second stab. He giggled at the over kill. Feliciano looked up from where he was kneeling next to Arthur.

The other person was walking away.

He had said he was in love. Just like Feliciano.

"Who do you love?" Feliciano blurted out, trying to mask his voice with a different accent.

The other figure stopped. He turned around and simply said "Someone I'm not supposed to."

"Yes, but WHO? I'll protect them for you!" He saw hesitation for a moment but then he said,

"Feliciano Vargas." Feliciano's eyes widened.

He-he loves me?

He hoped that the other person didn't love him TOO much...or they'd be heartbroken.

"What about you?"

"...Lovino Vargas." he nearly whispered. "...Well, they're brothers. So we can protect them both, right?" the other person put his head down.


Lovino didn't know what to do. He hoped this wasn't Spain...if it was...oh. He wouldn't like this person! He knew that...he'd only have room for Feliciano.

"Well...who are you?"

"Why do you care?"

"One crazy person to another."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because I wouldn't ever rat out ANYONE who was my accomplice."

"Accomplice?"

"Yeah..."

"...Ok. But you'll tell me who you are too."

"Ok. Why don't we take our hoods off at the same time?"

Lovino nodded in agreement. They both grabbed the side of their hoods. "On the count of three," the other person said, "One...two..." Lovino took a deep breath, "Three."

And the hoods came down.


Green eyes stared into auburn ones.

Auburn eyes stared into green ones.

"Fratello?" ,the two brothers said in unison.


YAY~END OF CHAPTER! :D Yes...I killed iggy. I know you're all sad. Don't cry too much. Yes it was crappy...and a little longer than usual... Hmm...so they FINALLY figure it out hmm? YESH. Anyway. Yeah. Sorry once again that it took so long, _. If I have enough I'll do whichever has majority.

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Ok guys, we need other rangers, if you want to be a ranger, you can just tell me, and I'll gladly make you one. :3