-op (Cheshire's POV)-
The snow fell beautifully. Everyone dressed in black. No one spoke. Silence was the atmosphere. Sobs were heard. I tear strolled down my cheek, even though I didn't know the Canadian nation well. This was my fault, I should've prevented this, that was my job. Yet I failed, just lika at everything I do. Should I tell them, should I tell them the truth. No. Yes. Should I? They think they know everything, but they don't. None of them. This world was the eighth chance, the one that was supposed to be perfect. How would I tell them that none of them are who they think they are. How am I to tell them that because of my mistake they are here? How am I to tell them those many things they were never meant to know. No. Not today. They are just fourteen deaths, right. In counting everything I know, only eighteen are dead... Only eighteen.
-1p-
Francis wept beside the coffin of his ex-colony. He was gone, the poor soul was gone. Why him? He was such a pure soul, never has he ever gotten officially mad. He was always so patient. Why? Why not himself? He has killed many before in his pirate days. He took away things that did not belong to him. Why was he not the one in the coffin? He needed to blame someone. Someone did this, and their blood shall be spilled. They will be tortured in many unknown ways until their death. He was known as a nation who loved love, but this, this just makes him obtain hatred. Either the blood of the killer shall be spilled, or may his own stain the floor.
-1p-
He was dead. His love, of which he never declared, died right before him, and he didn't do anything but watch. How much more useless can he become? He wasn't even an official nation. Prussia stood staring at the coffin. Spain sat beside France comforting him as he wept. That was useless. Weeping wasn't going to bring anything back, nothing would. There was only one god thing he could do, and that was avenge his death. His birdie was killed off, and once an illegal bird is killed, so is the hunter.
-1p-
America laid in the green grass of his land. He didn't dare go to Canada's funeral. How could he? He was the one who treated him the worst. Ignoring him more than the necessary, laughing, hurting. Right now his boss was figuring out what he was going to do with Canada's land He didn't really care. Canada's people were killed or assasined mysteriously because of Canada's death. He will find out who did this. He will make them pay. Even if the world was opposed to him, he will kill the one who tortured Canada. Even if that meant his very own death, I mean, who wants to live forever, right?
-1p-
Romano felt Italy's tongue go down into his mouth. He followed opening his mouth and closing his eyes. That was the moment of realization. His whole life he forced himself to believe the love he had for his brother was like any other love for a brother. But this... This was proof that he was wrong. Why? Why did he have to fall in love with such a wrong person? Why did fate hate him so much Why did life spit in his face? Why did love laugh at him? Every time he thought he had someone to lay a shoulder on, always was he thrown off. Even Spain preferred Italy.
This was wrong, he knew it was, but he didn't stop. Instead, he deepened the kiss. He made it more passionate as he sat up making Italy sit in his lap. This was why he hated Germany so much. Germany was such a better fit for him, why did he have to ruin Italy's life like this. Speaking of which, he felt Italy's hands rubbing his chest taking off the shirt that Romano wore. This was wrong, yet right in so many ways. Nothing was to be the same anymore, he would not feel the same, nor will he be the same.
The next morning, he made sure to leave before Italy awoke. At some point, they both parted from the lips as Romano used the lame excuse that he was tired. It was hard to sleep, though. He decided to push away those thoughts as he left the bedroom. He made a quick mental note to tell Cheshire if he could sleep in a different room if he was forced to sleep here another damn night. He walked around the house, wondering if he could find something useful. He soon found an open door through the many hallways he walked through. Once he entered the room, he saw a couple of cat toys on the floor signaling this was cheshire's room. He was still trying to wrap his head around the idea he was in another world sleeping in a house of some half cat lady that found them in a tunnel.
''I see you found the bitch's room.''
He whirled around and found 'America' leaning against the door frame. He had three fine scratches across his cheek representing that he and catwoman didn't get along well. Of course a couple of bruises were also splattered across his chest. Oh, yeah, he was shirtless, did I forget to tell you (Fourth wall has been broken)? Romano glared at the scratch marks across the annoying American's chest, and then turned his sight towards his face, but remained silent.
''If you want to know more about this world you can ask me. But for that, you gotta fucking speak.''
Hesitant, Romano still narrowed his eyes, but still silent. America sighed, and started to leave.
''What exactly do you know?''
The man froze and walked back with a smirk on his face.
''So you do want to know? Well, there is a couple of things I know, but Cheshire keeps most of the things to herself. Anyway, I know that there are, at least, eight worlds. See it as if you were an original, and in each eight worlds you are modified in many different ways. I am imagining that me in your world is happy and perky and shit. Anyway, Cheshire calls your world male 1p, mine, male 2p, and the others are called male 3p, male 4p, female 1p, female 2p, female 3p, and female 4p. There are more though, but Cheshire hasn't named them yet for some unknown reason. She is suppose to guard the worlds making sure one doesn't go to another and harm that other world, that's why she is so frustrated right now. There are a couple of things that went on in your world you may not know.''
''Like what?''
''Well, first of all, two nations died in the past two days.''
Romano gasped. They...They died?
''How is that even possible? A fucking nation cant be killed!''
''Not by a human, but by another nation yes. You see, this other nation seeks world domination and since they can't get it here, they seek it in your world which is younger ad weaker.''
''Who are they?''
''You guys.''
-Zp (a.k.a. Author's note)
Well, there goes a tat of an explanation about the world. If you have a question please leave it in the review and I will make sure that either Italy or Romano ask it in the next chapter during the story. Anyway, the next little paragraph will be sort of a spoiler so just skip it if you want
SPOILER ALERT!
I already got the next five deaths fixed up, so if you like, try to guess who they will be! I aren't much of main characters.
Okay, you can look now XD Gawd, I am so freaken bad at making cliffhangers X-X Well, ideas are still accepted. Im also going to open an ask box like I did in my last chapter story. Only this one won't be only Romano and Spain, now it will be Romano, Italy, Chesire, 2p!America, 2p!Sealand, 2p!Italy, 2p! Romano, Spain, Germany, America, England, Prussia, France, and Mexico. He might only appear I an audio but he is my nation and I want him in my freaken story, even if it is just in the ask box. Ask if you like.
Adios