Luciano stood triumphantly in front of a dead Feliciano. The corpse of the former country had not yet started to rot yet, but it was quite obvious that the nation was dead. Even though killing the country after only seeing him once would seem like an unreasonable action for anyone knowing of it, this felt perfectly justified to Luciano. It was as if he had been chasing this country for centuries before, and now he had finally gotten his revenge.

Or so he thought.

The illusion shattered in front of him. It was as if he was watching a movie on the screen of a movie theater come to an end, only to have the screen of the theater break, repair itself, then start playing another movie.

Luciano watched his 1p rise up off of the floor. All of the knife inflicted injuries he had dealt onto Feliciano was already regenerating. The nation went from dead on the floor to standing normally again within a few seconds. After Feliciano stood up he looked around nervously. Luciano had used the meager amount of time his 1p spent regenerating to hide behind the mirror Feliciano was using before this murder attempt happened. It was admittedly a poor hiding spot, as Feliciano would have seen him had he just taken a few seconds to look behind himself. While behind the mirror, Luciano was hammering out calculations furiously in his head. He was trying to figure out how fast and how many times he would have to stab Feliciano so that he would die before regenerating. He also measured his own strength, trying to determine if he could attack that many times in succession and with enough force to actually severe vital arteries and puncture vital organs. In contrast, Feliciano could not think of anything other then getting the hell out of there. He sprinted out of the room and towards the piano room,where he knew Austria could be found. Luciano realized that he had to kill Feliciano now before he reached Roderich, as 2 would be harder to kill than one. Luciano started to run out from behind the mirror,only to be held back by something. He turned to look at what was holding him. Red ribbons. Luciano looked to see the source of the ribbons. The source? The mirror he had used to conceal himself from Feliciano.

"I've seen these before! They.." Luciano remembered the time he had been held in the mirror on his first day. How he had came so close to discovering who had captured him, only to have these very ribbons pull him away from his targets. Struggling, Luciano tried to cut the ribbons from him. They couldn't get off. In his struggling he accidently knocked the mirror attached to the ribbons down with him, and as it fell on top of him it shattered into a million pieces. The ribbons were gone and the mirror was destroyed, but now there was another threat. Luciano heard voices in the distant and approaching footsteps, Luciano thought fast. He knew with the force force of the mirror falling on top of him and the shattered mirror shards he had just sustained he would be losing blood fast. He also felt as if those ribbons had also sucked some of his regenerative abilities from him. Luciano had learned the hard way that 2ps regenerate slower and less thoroughly than 1ps, and with this power now weakened he would not be able to fight against a powerful, full strength 1p like Roderich. Pushing the mirror up and away from his body, Luciano shattered the window in the room and jumped out to his escape.

Just a few seconds after Luciano retreated Roderich entered the room Feliciano reported being attacked in. Looking around Roderich saw no one. The mirror in the room was complete shattered, and there was blood on the floor near the shattered mirror. There was also a shattered window that looked as if it had been smashed by a desperate person. Roderich noticed something near the broken window Approaching it, he found a bit of cloth snagged onto the parts of the window that stayed on it after it was broken. Roderich grabbed the cloth and called for Feliciano.

"Feliciano! Come here." He heard a nervous, quivering voice call back.

"N-no way! What if it comes back for me!" Sighing, Roderich left the room. He showed Feliciano the torn portion of the garment.

"Do you recognize this?" Feliciano nodded his head, as it was the same color as the clothes Luciano was wearing.

"How about the face? Did you see who attacked?" With tears rolling down Feliciano's face with fear, Feliciano shook his head. Roderich was puzzled. How had this man managed to hurt Feliciano without revealing his face? Nonetheless. Roderich took caution that night, calling Antonio to ask if Felicano could sleep the night there while he made sure the house and area was safe.

-Madrid, Spain. Spain's mansion-

"Oh my goodness gracious! Ita! Are you alright! Antonio bear-hugged the young nation. Lovino came out from the next room and stood next to Spain. He didn't have the usual scowl on his face and looked at his brother with concern. Lovino tried to comfort his brother.

"The person who attacked you won't get away with this. We'll find him and make sure he gets justice."

Antonio then asked if Felicano had any clues. The 3 of them didn't notice Flavio walking out of the room Lovino had come from. Flavio had just finished killing off a few assassins who had ironically came for Lovino's head. Flavio had a deeply rooted want to join them and slay Lovino together, but he knew this was against the rules, no matter how much he longed to do so. As he slunk carefully out of the room towards the hidden exit he had made for himself, he caught a few words of their conversation. He heard Antonio talk to Felicano, but Flavio did not recognize his voice. Flavio stopped trying to creep out of the house to see who the new person was. He saw Feliciano and immediately saw a resemblance between he had his 1p, Lovino. He listened to them speak as silently as possible, from a distance of around 4 feet. All that separated him from their sight was a thin curtain. Next to this thin curtain was a table with a vase of flowers next to it. Flavio paid this vase no heed as he listened in on the conversation.

"Ita, what did the attacker look like? All Austria told me is at someone wanted to kill you!" Feliciano tried to stop crying and tell what Antonio what he had narrowly survived.

"If he had cut just a little faster I -sniff- I would have been a goner! He had a black cap, and he used a lot of pocketknives.-sniff- The-the scariest part was his red eyes. Even though I couldn't see his face, those eyes were glowing so red I thought he was wearing a light over his eyelids! I was never as scared as before." Suddenly the 3 nations heard a vase shatter. Feliciano started crying, thinking his assassin had tracked him down. Flavio gasps at what had just done, staring at the shards of the vase. Retracting his hand from the vase, Flavio had no idea what he was thinking. He had knocked it over in surprise, recognizing Feliciano's description as his brother. Lovino turned around to look at the direction the vase had shattered. He bellowed

"Who's there?!"

And all Flavio could think:

"I'm so screwed…."