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Not-Italy's finger was curling around the trigger, about to set the gun off, straight through Romano's heart. Suddenly there was loud banging at the door and everything froze slowly Not-Italy looked up at the door as the 'knocking' continued. He grimaced slightly; only one person knocked like that, the door burst off its hinges and Not-Italy jumped back. Romano didn't move he was feeling hazy from all the blood loss from the large cut on his arm. Blood lazily pooled under him, sluggishly growing into a larger puddle.

America and Germany stood in the doorway looking at the scene with shock, before they could react Not-Italy fired a couple rounds at them, making them duck out of the way. He stepped back before suddenly changing his direction and pulling out a knife driving it into Romano's already injured arm. Causing him to scream in agony, seeing the knife delve into Romano's arm made America's arm twinge in pain at the memory of the knives going into his arm, and it fuelled his anger that much more.

He flew at Not-Italy his non injured arm raised for a punch, Not-Italy dodged to the side and avoided while America took out a perfectly innocent table. It had done absolutely nothing. Well it tripped Romano, but it's not a conscious being so it gets innocence instantly, if anything at all it was Romano's fault for tripping on it in the first place and letting the gun get into Not-Italy's hands. Not-Italy jumped over the couch and once again out the window, they were only on the second floor this time so nothing drastic. He had a fondness for breaking windows; it was a helluva lot of fun. He rolled, popped back onto his feet, smaller shards of glass falling off of his clothes as he moved. He caught a glimpse of Japan's shocked face and smiled giving a slight wave before he disappeared into the alley-ways.

Japan quickly knelt down to Romano, he was losing allot of blood, he pressed a blanket to his arm trying to stifle the bleeding. The blanket was soaked within seconds; he pressed more blankets to the wound. The door flew open again and the Nordics plus Hong Kong filled the room, they froze in shock staring at the scene. The room was a mess; the furniture was all toppled and/or broken, there was blood all over the place, including in a largish pool around Romano. Hong Kong joined Japan, pulling up all the stuff China taught him, he grabbed a clean blanket and made a torquinet to stop the bleeding temporarily. Someone dialled the hospital and they all stared at the pale Italian, his eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow… would he survive this day?

-Time skip (^3^)/-

Japan sat in the waiting room with America, Spain and Hong Kong (no one knew why he was there), they were waiting on news about Romano. No one knew if he would live, the only thing the damn doctors would say was that he was in critical condition, everyone was worried for the grumpy Italian.

Everyone but one, one sat and smiled, and one sat and was joyful. He wasn't worried he in fact wished for the death of the other. Not-Italy was that one, he wanted Romano dead, and he wanted it now. But alas he would have to wait, it would come. In time… he skipped away from the window, bored at looking at the same old sad faces. It was fun but they weren't doing much and he wanted screaming, crying, begging. He wanted untamed grief, but he also wanted blood, he wanted them both right now. His grin widened and his red eyes glowed mirthfully, Not-Italy turned down the gray sidewalk and skipped joyfully towards the hotel to cause havoc and pain.

Norway and Iceland walked down the hallway, Norway had his sword at his hip and Iceland had his dagger, they were as prepared as they could be. Iceland sighed, what… what if Norway died… what would he do? There was the other Nordics but… he still cared for his brother. Even if they didn't get along the best all the time, he looked at Norway.

"Hey… Norway..?" he tentatively questioned, his brother turned to him his face emotionless. But Iceland didn't know there was a storm underneath this uncaring façade, a storm much similar to his own.

"Yes?" Norway replied coldly, his voice was hard and uncaring but Iceland heard something in his voice he never heard before. He didn't know what it was.

"W-what… What i-if y-you…" he couldn't speak suddenly, it was as if his lungs were full of water, "d-die…" he finished quietly a tear streaked down his face. It slid down his face, then followed his jaw and dripped off only to be caught by a pale hand. Norway looked at his younger brother, his indigo eyes soft, as he held the tear. He let it drop and splatter on the floor before wrapping his brother in a hug.

"I wont." He said with finality and held his brother close; he felt Iceland's tears soaking into his shirt as the boy clung to him. They stood that way until Iceland calmed. Norway looked at his brother.

"I promise, ok?" he smiled slightly; Iceland looked at his brother and smiled too before flinching slightly at the clap. Another followed after, both the brothers turned towards the sound of the slow clapping. Not-Italy was walking towards them slowly, his grin wide and his eyes full of amusement.

"How sweet…" he giggled his grin widened and became dangerous, "too bad you're dead now." He ran towards the two brothers, zigzagging lopsidedly as if the murderer was going to fall over. He brought the knives down and was blocked by Norway's sword, their eyes connected over the steel, mirthful and sly red eyes clashed against calm and determined indigo. Norway pushed on the blade forcing Not-Italy backwards; he stumbled slightly and did a flip over Norway, three of his six knives slashed across Iceland's face leaving three cuts from the top left side of his face diagonally down to the bottom right. The white haired boy screeched in pain and the blood flowed freely from his face, bursting from his skin and splattering on himself, the floor, Norway and Not-Italy who looked as if he couldn't be more pleased with the situation.

"Get away from him!" Norway screamed he slashed almost wildly with the sword, anger smouldering in his eyes. Not-Italy moved back but lunged at Norway before he could reach his brother. Their weapons clashed, with sparks and rang a bit; Iceland held his face, trying desperately to stifle the blood and tears. Blood seeped through his fingers, caressing his hand as it slid down to the ground.

Not-Italy spun around and disarmed Norway, his sword flying out of his grip, Not-Italy jumped up and kicked off of Norway's chest causing the Norwegian to fall backwards. The demonic murderer flipped over Iceland's head, he grinned and he dragged the knives deeply through the tissue in his back, scratching the bones. He jabbed the other hand deep into his back, cutting off Iceland's bloodcurdling screams as the knives pierced his lungs.

"ICELAND!" Norway screeched, his calm appearance utterly shattered tears streaming down his face, "NO!" he screamed, scrambling towards Iceland as Not-Italy let him slide off of his knives. He fell with a thump, more blood sluggishly spreading its tendrils further and further out from the body. Norway hugged Iceland close murmuring in Old Norse, checking for a non existent pulse. Not-Italy skipped away around the corner just as the rest of the Nordic nations turned the corner.

Freezing upon the sight spread before their eyes, Sweden's eyes widened and his mouth fell agape, his hands clenching spastically down at his sides. Finland gasped and covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes swimming with horror, tears gathering at the edges of his violet eyes. Denmark shut down, his eyes empty as we walked over to Norway, and he fell to his knees beside him and hugged him. Both of them breaking into sobs, clinging to each other. Finland's wails joined them shortly, chilling all that heard them to the bone. Not-Italy slid out of the broken window, his face smug like a cat that got the milk. He sauntered down the alleyway, following the twists and turns with no problem. He smoothly slid his window open and climbed inside, slamming it shut and pulling the drapes closed.

Author's note:

hey guys! been a bit! here you goooooooo! sorry I've kinda put the Snow can Sing on hiatus for a bit! soooorrryyy

also name change! ljfhgbskluf aweshume.

anyway nothing to really say. so.

-Grin