"He's a young thing isn't he?" A guard finally says after taking in the sight before him. A young child is behind bars, his arms confined in rough rope behind his back, a chain around his neck the end of it being attached to the stone walls that surround the child. He has no ounce of clothing on him, his tan skin exposed, showing off all the cuts and bruising in his skin. The boy's head is bowed, his hair covering his face. It's a haunting scene. "...What did he do to get such a punishment? Is it necessary for the child to be confined so much?"
"He completely killed two nations. He's a devil I tell you. We made the mistake of letting him roam too much. He's killed a good deal of our men. He's crafty. Don't let his appearance fool you he deserves everything he gets." The other guard shakes his head, those brown eyes of his dull. "I've been watching over this monster for 40 years now. I'm retiring soon. It's good they hired you to take my place as watcher and caregiver. I can't take anymore."
"40 years?!" The young guard gasps...glancing at the small child once more. "He still looks so small..."
"I don't think the fucker will ever grow. I don't get those things. The 'nation people' I mean." The guard starts to whisper. "It's unnatural. They're immortal or something. I'm sure you've seen our nation person. They look human but they're not. I tend to try to stay away from him. Something isn't right with them." The old guard grumbles.
"Y-Yes It was briefly explained in my studies but...I..." The young guard watches as the child makes no movement. "How long will he be in here?"
"Don't know. Don't care. If Spain is smart, he'll keep him in here till the end of days." The older man shakes his head before he looks at the young guard seriously. "I can tell you are a kind-hearted young man. Don't show kindness to this boy. Don't let your heart be tricked. This boy killed one of my best friends. He's nothing more than a monster. Don't show him any pity."
"...Brother...Romano..." The child's voice breaks their conversation, getting the two to look over towards the boy. He's shifting a little bit, his voice groggy before he lifts his head up, those amber eyes unfocused for a moment before they readjust. Immediately his eyes lock onto the young guard, his eye brows scrunching up. "Where's Romano? Where is he? Can you tell me?-" There's a slight hope there but it's too small.
"Romano is doing just fine as I've been telling you for 40 years now. He's in Italy, living the life, his people thriving now that you're gone." The older guard grunts, getting the child's eyes to dull.
"Why...hasn't he come to see me...just once?...That's all I need..."
"Because he doesn't give a fuck about you. No one does you little prick." The older guard snares.
"But my brother has to love me...He's all I have..." The child starts to mumble to himself his small body shaking. No doubt he's cold and the cuts in his legs look like they could be infected. The young guard's face falls to a frown at the mention of the child's brother but he doesn't say anything. He keeps quiet.
"This demon is your problem now." The older guard grunts before he shakes the younger one's hand, giving him a half smile. "God be with you son. You're going to need him." And with that the older man hands him the keys and walks out of the room, leaving the young guard alone with this boy.
"40 years...I can't believe it." The child mumbles, making a groan of pain when he moves, his open wounds rubbing against the jagged stone floor.
"So your North Italy. I would tell you my name but I was instructed not to...I'll be your new watcher." The young guard tries to give his best smile. The only response he gets from the child is a snarl before he whimpers in pain from moving. "Those wounds look bad...would you like me to wash them? I can make you more comfortable-"
"Why don't you fuck off? I don't need to be more comfortable. This isn't anything. I don't need your pity. I'd rip your fucking throat out in a heart beat if I got the chance. There would be no hesitation." Italy looks up, those amber eyes dark.
The guard tenses visibly, averting his gaze. "I was only trying to help..." There's a deep silence between them before the young guard lets his curiosity get the best of him. "Your brother is really important to you huh?" Italy gets stiff. " I have a brother myself. he-"
"Don't you dare compare yourself to me. You have no idea. You have love. Only someone with love would be able to smile like that. Don't talk to me. Unless you have information about my brother. That's all I care about. Romano is the only reason for my existence. He loves me, he must."
"That doesn't sound too healthy." The guard frowns. "You shouldn't just live for a person. You should live for yourself and-"
"Are you really preaching to me?" Italy chuckles darkly. "Does it look like I give a fuck? I've been starved, beaten, and alone in this fucking cell for 40 fucking years. You are only one scheduled to see me for an hour a day. What happens when your not here? In the morning I'm whipped and tutored, then I get to sit here all day, and all night with no contact. You are preaching to me...heh. When I get out of here, I'll kill you all for keeping me away from my brother. I know you're all the reason why he hasn't visited me! It's the only logical reason!" Italy's voice starts to raise, those amber eyes shaking with unstableness. He looks mad. He starts rolling around on the ground, kicking his leg like a child having a temper fit.
The young guard watches him with wide eyes for a moment before he frowns. "I don't know if that's true or not...but I could see if it's against the rules to have your brother here-"
"They all say the same shit it's not against the rules, it's just that my brother hasn't come! But that can't be!" Italy snarls.
"...It seems like your stay here isn't well-"
"Isn't well?!"
"but maybe if you behaved a little better they would treat you better for good behavior-"
"I'm going to slit your throat." Italy suddenly calms down, those amber eyes getting haunted as they stare at this young guard. "I will get out of this hell hole. I will return to my brother. You fuckers won't break me. I bet my brother will come to see me soon."
His brother never came. Years and years passed. The young guard grows old watching Italy's amber eyes getting duller and duller. Also darker and darker. With every whipping session, that hatred in his eyes grows. Like a bright flame. As His hatred grown...It seems like the very being of Italy has grown with it. The small child is now a man, those eyes so dark with no ounce of light. The young guard is now an old man, about to retire himself. He's seen the changes in this being. How stronger this being has gotten, Italy use to be a child that was easy to tie up and punish but now he roams freely around his cell and when ever someone comes in his cell he kills them. After years and years of being abused Italy has grown into something that they can not control. Italy's smile is chilling, his voice a coo as he talks about how he's going to find his brother soon and show everyone. 'He is loved' is what he kept saying. It seems whatever sanity this man has is based off of that. His brother is the key.
Soon they won't be able to keep this man locked up anymore.
"How long has it been?" Italy hums, smirking over at the now old guard. "100 years correct? The first 40 were the worse I must admit but these last 60 haven't been so bad. You've been very generous, giving me sowing materials and books to read. Yes, you've been kind to me I have to say." Italy's eyes are too dark. "But 100 years is far too long. I've been stuck in here so long. I wonder how the world has changed?...I wonder how my brother has changed? Hopefully not at all. My brother is perfect the way he is. I hope he's been safe..." Italy closes his eyes for a moment before he looks over at this old man. "Why don't you just let me out? You know that it won't be much longer till I just break out myself. And when I do that I'll kill everyone who is in my path. I won't spare a soul. But if you let me go now, i'll just leave. It's late at night. No one will be in my way so by letting me go think of all the lives you're saving. Be a life saver won't you?"
"...They will put me to death for letting you go...they'll know..." The old man says weakly, averting his gaze as he's done all these years. "But...I know you're right...you've become so strong...You scare even me now. I don't want you hurting anyone else."
The man's amber eyes show a strange softness as he regards the old man but it's so short that the guard doesn't believe it was there. "Just let me out grandpa. Save us both the trouble. It would be a shame if those new young guards will be there when I break out wouldn't it? Didn't one of them just get married? Won't it be sad when his daughter no longer has a daddy?" Italy coos, those amber eyes showing no remorse. All these years the guard was trying to see something different in this being. He was trying to show some sort of mercy to help this being. The guard had felt bad for the nation. He had attached himself, feeling like the young child was his own. And look what it has caused. This being is now stronger, no longer a child and is as evil as ever. It's a demon.
"N-No...No...I'll let you go. This old man has lived a full life. Don't hurt them anymore." The guard trembles as he grips the keys, his hand shaking terribly, his eyes tearing up. "Why couldn't you have behaved..."
"You should know better." Italy's expression is dark. The old man closes his eyes. He wants this to be over with. For 60 years his feelings have been jerked back and forth by this being. He wants to hate him for killing his friends. But there's a part of him that wanted to protect Italy when he was being hurt. He's just ready for this to be over. The old man feels like some sort of release has come over him when he unlocks the cell door, a deep sigh leaving him. A couple of tears falling down his face. He was going to die soon anyway.
Italy gets out of the cell, punching the old man in the face. The old guard falls to the floor, his cheek already bruising up. The old man closes his eyes as Italy kicks him in his stomach making him groan out. Italy is going to kill him. He's going to finally kill him. All his trying was for nothing-
"Stay down Old man. When they come questioning you, Tell them you were trying to feed me, I ended up getting out. I beat you and then ran off. You'll be fine." the voice the old guard years isn't cruel nor is it kind. But it's the warmest thing he's heard from this being's lips. The old man's eyes snap open, looking at Italy with wide eyes. He grins at him. "What? There's no fun in killing old people anyway." He grunts but this act of kindness can't be over looked by a man who's been taking care of this being for 60 years.
"Y-You can be good." a smile suddenly comes to the old man's face. He laughs, chuckling so softly that Italy's face falls at the change. "All this time...It's been so long. All these years you wouldn't listen to me. I thought that these pass 60 years I've been a fool but now...I know I was right. Go to your brother, be happy...please don't be dark anymore. Be free...get out of here." The old man laughs once more only for his laughter to die, the light in his eyes fading away till there's nothing there. His body going limp on the ground. The old man died with a smile on his lips.
Italy stares down at him with a blank expression. He closes his eyes and sighs. "I can't be good. No...you've been mistaken. But it seems I'm able to show mercy. You are the only exception you old fart." Italy smiles sightly, his eyes getting bright once it sets in. He's free. After 100 years it' fucking time to get out of here. He can see his brother. He can ask all his questions and get some answers.
"Roy!" A cry is heard from Italy's right, getting the Italian to look over by the doorway. A guard stares with wide eyes at the dead old man before his eyes fall on the escaped Prisoner. "Freeze!" The guard pulls out a gun only for Italy to be right on him, he grabs the man's wrist, making him fire up in the ceiling. In a quick movement Italy does a twist, ripping the gun from this guard's grip and shooting them in the face. The bullet going straight through the forehead silencing him for good.
Now that's out of the way...It's time to see his brother. Italy starts to hum as he walks out of the room. He knows that was the only other guard. He'll be able to get out of here safely. Italy's glad he read all those books about fighting techniques, that he's been training all these years locked up. He's glad That the old man gave him things to read.
"...Roy was your name huh?" Italy chuckles when he's out into the night, the wind blowing against his cheeks causing him to laugh loudly, the sensations overwhelming from being in a stone room for 100 years. Italy can't wait to see Romano. He can't wait to see his brother. His brother will hold him and take away everything he's been through.
Italy spent 100 years in a prison for his brother but he'd gladly spend another 100 for him. Romano is his everything. Finally after being separated for so long, they can finally be together.
Finally, after 100 years, Italy lets his tears fall. He's going home.
Why?
Romano's eyes slowly open, his chest feeling tight as if someone was pushing down on him. His vision is blurry from his eyes watering. Romano looks around this room feeling both thankful and fearful of seeing it. Seeing this room means what he saw is just a bad dream but it also means that he's still in Russia.
Why does he keep having these dreams? And why do they make him feel like this? As if he was there? As if he is Italy, experiencing everything that he did. These things are just dreams. They have to be! There's no meaning to it. He has to remember that. Italy is here with him. Italy wasn't tortured by Austria, Romano didn't sell him, Rome didn't give Romano all the inheritance, Italy didn't kill Austria and Hungary and get locked away for 100 years for Romano. No. NO it didn't happen.
Yet his chest. It hurts so much. In his dream Italy was tortured, starved, alone in that cell. Italy was waiting for Romano to come to see him. But Romano never came. He was there 100 years and Romano never came. Yet Italy wasn't mad at him. No, Romano could feel Italy's feeling of excitement for seeing his brother even after everything. 40 years Italy had no one show him kindness. He was completely alone. Then that guard came and showed him kindness, giving him books and dressing his wounds when he was hurt. This continued for 60 more years, the guard never quitting even after all the people Italy had killed during his imprisonment. Romano frowns thinking of the smirk that would form on Italy's face as he killed or hurt people. See? Just a dream. Feliciano would never have been able to do what Italy did in his dream. There was such darkness in Italy's eyes in his dream. But Romano understands it. The things they did to his brother, for a 100 fucking years. And then Romano doesn't come to see him. Italy sacrificed himself and Romano doesn't even take the time to see him, to visit, to even help him. Romano never tried to negotiate with Spain to set Italy free, he never tried to fight. He didn't do anything.
Romano takes a deep breath trying to calm down his emotions. It's not real. There's no reason to get so worked up. It's fucking stupid. He has bigger things to worry about then a fake dream. He's in a real nightmare. Right now he's in a room in Russia's home. His younger brother is risking himself trying to get them out safely. Anything and everything could go wrong. Romano glances over at the plate that Italy had come to give him that was full of Pasta. He ate it all and fell right to sleep. Romano sits up on the bed,hugging himself, his curl twitching.
"Damn it you bastard you better come back alright." Romano's eyes soften, showing his worry and conflicting emotions. He's in love with his brother but what about Spain? He loves him too. Spain raised him and was all he had for a long time. Italy was always off with that German bastard. Italy always sided with him too, even till the very end. Romano had to hurt him. He had to turn on his own brother because Italy cared too much for Germany. No. Feliciano cared more for Ludwig then he did for his nation, more than he cared for Romano. Spain comforted him after the war. Romano never said sorry for hurting Feliciano, they just never talked about it. Italy ran to be by Germany's side, helping him to recover. Spain took care of Romano. Spain has been his only friend, the only one who's wanted him. Spain is his first love, he's an idiot but he made him happy. Of course Spain pisses him off a lot too. Spain would leave him alone too. Either he would be too busy or he'd be hanging out with his jerk bastard friends but who did Romano have when he left? No one.
Now Italy has abandoned Germany. He's focused his attention on Romano and has touched him and spoken to him with kindness. He's kissed him and promised him he won't be alone. He's revealed his love for him. Really though, this love Romano has for Italy, He thinks it's been there all along.
They were closer when they were younger. After Rome fell Romano finally got to know his brother. They slept together every night, bathing together, eating together. Romano and Italy grew crops together and flourished. Italy painted beautiful paintings that he would show Romano before he would give it to his people. Italy tried to teach Romano how to paint like he does but it was too hard for him. Romano enjoyed looking at his paintings more anyway. Those times before Spain were great. Before the war.
Years made him forget about it. Being separated from his brother so long made him forget how close they were. Maybe Italy forgot too. When they were reunited, everything felt different. Italy seemed happy and Romano was happy secretly but it was different then how it was before. Romano and Italy had become different. Being raised by different countries had changed them. Soon enough they were separated once more by the people they hung out with. Romano stayed with Spain as Italy basically lived with Germany. This continued for years and years until now that is...
Romano has found the love he had for Italy and strengthen it.
But the love for Spain hasn't left him. He couldn't just forget about all the years he only had Spain. Things are complicated. Romano takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair. He shouldn't' be thinking about this now. He's in fucking Russia. AT any moment that creep could show up and be creepy as fuck. Hopefully Italy comes back soon and they can get the fuck out of here-
There's a knock at the door.
Romano's heart flutters as he quickly gets up, feeling hope. "About fucking time! I was wondering when you would get back." Romano rushes to let Italy in, ready to see his brother, ready to get out of here. He opens the door only for a hand to grab his neck, a tight grip cutting off his air way. Romano's eyes widen in shock at seeing Belarus, her lips in a twisted smile, those blue eyes crazed.
"That whore is trying to take my brother from me...So I will take his brother. Once My brother sees you it will ruin Italy's plan of tricking my brother. Russia will hate him. He'll kill him! Then he'll see that I'm all he needs. Then we can get married with Italy's severed head as my wedding gift. What a wonderful wedding it will be!" Her smile grows before her eyes narrow. "But first, I need you."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Romano wheezes out when Belarus lets him go, Romano falling on his but. He moves back on the floor, his eyes wide from fear and confusion. " You're fucking crazy!Where's Italy? What do you mean he's tricking Russia? Russia is the one that's kidnapped us you-" Romano gets up about to make a run for it only for Belarus to jump up, kicking Romano in the chest, knocking him into the bed. Before he can even move, Belarus is on him, gripping his hair, placing a knife against his neck, getting Romano's eyes to widen, cold sweat falling down his face.
"If you struggle I'll slit your throat. I don't need you alive." She snares before she violently bangs Romano's head against the floor till his blood stains it. Romano thinks of his younger brother before everything goes dark.
The crazy woman's laughter fading away in the darkness.
"...My sunflower I have my men ready to fly out and bomb Spain's capital as soon as the bells ring symbolizing we are married." Russia wraps his arms around Italy, nuzzling his head, sitting on his bed with the Italian on his lap. He looks so cute in his little dark suit. "Does this please you?"
"Yes it does but I think we should look beyond just hurting Spain once I think about it. Wouldn't it be amazing to bomb many countries at the same time? No one would forget our wedding day." Italy tightens his grip on Russia, purring in his ear. "I don't like Germany, England, France. I hate Spain, hurt him the most. Why not bomb Japan and America as well? Let the world know they're all on your check list. Strike fear and anger in their hearts. They'll all try to fight you but you will not fall. I know you've been preparing for another world war for a while haven't you?"
"You know me too well it's almost frightening." Russia giggles, kissing Italy's cheek. "I like your plan. IT will be so unexpected. Many will die. You are right. NO one will forget our wedding. This will be the happiest day of my life. I have my sunflower and I get to see them suffer." Russia clicks his tongue. "I'll have to get more of our planes ready, and more of our bombs. We've been making them under America's nose for years. I'm not scared of him. America will fall and all of Europe with him. America has gotten weak, I've been watching and waiting since the cold war. Now is the right time. I'm glad you'll be by my side to see my dream come true. I'm going to kill America." Russia's lips twist in a crazed smile, those purple eyes lighting up. " I will bomb everyone you have asked for our wedding and then I'll spend most of my energy destroying America. This world will be ours."
"Yes it will. How lucky am I to have a lover that's so smart and strong." Italy coos, kissing Russia on the lips. "Have you sent a invitation to our wedding to china? We can all plan immediately after the wedding."
"OF course! China is a good friend of mine!" Russia's smile goes back to being childish. "I need to get everything prepared. It shouldn't take too much longer. Please wait here my sunflower. I will set up everything for tonight so when the bell rings after we kiss..." Russia smile grows. "The bombs will drop, the world will light up for us."
"Lovely." Italy's smile is twisted, those eyes lighting up with a darkness fulled with a flame of hatred. Russia watches the flame, not at all feeling alarmed by it. His sunflower isn't afraid of him, Russia isn't afraid of Italy either. Russia is coming to understand that Italy is dark and cruel just as he is. He has the look of deep rooted pain and loneliness. Russia understands it. Russia knows Italy also understands him. IT makes Russia feel warm in side.
He's finally not alone. Together, Italy and Russia will rule the world. He will give everything to his sunflower. They'll live happily ever after like in the story books.
With everyone else dead by their feet.
"I'll be waiting for you my love. Take your time." Italy gets off of Russia's lap, giving him a softer smile.
"...Why don't you come with me? You can pick the bombs used! It will be fun. We can customize the plan together."Russia stands up taking Italy's hand in his own, not wanting to be away from his sunflower.
Italy stares at him a moment before smirking. "Sure. I'd like to pick the best bomb to deal with that bastard Spain."
"Once we are done we can call together everyone and start the ceremony! We will be one soon enough my sunflower. And then we will be together forever. You'll never escape me." Russia tightens his grip on Italy's hand, knowing it must hurt his lover just so he knows who's in charge.
Italy only smiles. It's such a sweet smile that Russia has this weird feeling in his chest. Why is his heart acting weird now when it's been so happy? But Russia could feel some coldness pass through Italy to him.
"Of course. I'll never escape you. And you'll never escape me." Italy tightens his grip on Russia to match his intensity, his sweet smile growing.
"hmm that's right." Russia starts to walk out of the room with Italy by his side, looking at him from the corner of his eye.
"I can't wait for this world to be in ruins. I'll tear it apart. I must. It's what I am. It's what we are." Italy's eyes get out of focused. "Monsters. Power hungry. Cruel. Heartless. Everyone else has love but us. Destroy them all. They wanted to make us disappear, now it's our time to make them disappear."
"Yes I agree with you my sunflower but we do have love now. We have each other. We will make them disappear though. I agree, I agree." Russia's eyes get darker, feeding on Italy's words. Feeling aggressive. Feeling powerful. Italy's right. The world has set him apart as some sort of monster. All his life people have been trying to kill him. He has no warmth, not from his nation, not from the world. Everyone has left him. He'll make everyone sorry. Now that he's big and strong he'll take what he wants and destroy all the nations that tried to destroy him. "When they all die, I won't be alone, I'll have you. I can destroy everyone then, and not have to worry about being alone."
"The time is coming." Italy closes his eyes, an expression Russia doesn't understand flashing through. He tightens his grip. "We don't have much time."
"We have all the time in the world don't be silly!" Russia chuckles. "Now lets get these plans out of the way so we can get on with the wedding! I'm so excited! I know how a bride feels now. It's a great experience I bet. Me and you will become one. You willingly will." Russia hums as he walks with Italy, hand in hand, thinking of the world being lit on fire as him and Italy stand together watching the world burn.
Da, lovely.
"How are you feeling birdie?" Canada tenses at the voice as he comes back to consciousness. His eyes flutter open, revealing those soft blue eyes. The most awesome shade of blue. Prussia is kneeling by his side next to the couch he's laying on.
As soon as everyone had left Prussia carried Canada over to his couch to let him rest for a moment while he got some more wet rags and a first aid kit. When he came back, Canada was out cold. Seeing his birdie look so weak, those eyebrows scrunched in discomfort, it filled Prussia with rage once more. He will kill Russia for this. If he could he would kill that demon that's taken Feli's place too for causing this and playing with Canada's heart.
"U-Um...A little b-better I suppose." Canada's cheeks tint as Prussia removes the rag on his forehead to feel his temperature. Those blue eyes shift a moment before they lock with Prussia's red. "H-How long have I been out? I-is everything going alright for everyone?"
"You haven't been out that long. It's only been an hour since you've been out. I haven't heard anything from anyone though. They better not be holding back on the awesome me! I want to be in the loop." Those red eyes flare thinking of Russia and Luciano. Yes, Maybe his brother was right. He might just kill them both if he had went.
Canada watches the flame in Prussia's eyes before averting his gaze, frowning. "I-I'm sorry y-you had to stay here to watch over me. I k-know you much rather be out there fighting-"
"What you talking about Birdie? Fighting is fun and gets my blood pumping but it can not compare to the awesome feeling of being with you." Prussia's voice gets softer as he moves Canada's blonde locks out of his face. "It sucks that I can't make Russia pay for hurting you but I rather be with you and make sure you're alright." Prussia averts his gaze at his words, the faintest blush there. "Because I'm awesome like that!" He finishes with a grin.
"G-Gilbert." Canada flushes, his heart beating faster, a feeling of happiness overwhelming him as he reaches up to wrap his around around the ex-nation, burying his head in his shoulder. "T-Thank you...you're so...a-awesome." Canada's ears get red from saying that but it's the truth. Prussia has always had the ability to make him feel as if he's visible.
If Canada's on fire, Prussia is a flame. His heart had fluttered and heat had pooled in his lower regions when Canada had spoken his human name. Then Canada had to follow up with calling him awesome. Is it hot in here or what?
"You know what else is awesome about me staying with you birdie?" Prussia's voice is husky as he licks the shell of Canada's ear getting him to squeak, pulling back to look at Prussia with wide eyes, his face a lovely shade of red. "We're all alone. Just you and me." Prussia grips Canada's chin, pulling in for a eager kiss, one of his hand going through those soft locks.
Canada melts into Prussia immediately letting out a soft moan as he grabs Prussia's shirt tightly. He lays down on the couch bringing Prussia with him, the kiss getting more feverish. Prussia pulls away to smirk at how flushed Canada is, the look of want in those blue eyes. "You want this awesomeness don't you?" Prussia slowly slides his hand into the pants he had changed Canada in to get him out of his bloodied clothes. His hand grips firmly on his dick that is throbbing, a mischievous smirk coming across his face, his own arousal throbbing.
"G-Gilbert!" Canada squeaks, a moan dancing off his lips.
"Say my name louder." Prussia bites Canada's neck possessively, stroking him rougher. He won't let anyone take his birdie away from him again. Canada's face is so red as he opens his mouth about to fill his ears with those delicious moans of his-
A loud ringing ruins the whole thing, breaking Canada's focused on him. Gilbert sighs when he feels his phone vibrating knowing it's coming from him. He pulls away from Canada, feeling frustrated. That was really hot! He takes out his phone and sees it's West calling. He answers.
"You are such a cock block West!"
"...Excuse me?" Germany doesn't sound amused.
"Wait what did he just say?" America's voice can be heard in the back ground.
"Haha...Oh that's Prussia for you." Spain's voice doesn't sound as cheerful. A bit strained. They all sound out of breath once Prussia' listens to them.
"Never mind that." Prussia glances at Canada to see him hiding his face from embarrassment. He starts to rub his back to calm him. "What's happening? It's been an hour I would think you would contact me sooner." Prussia's voice gets serious.
"England sent us to Russia but we were miles away from Ivan's place. We've been walking on foot since trying not to get too much attention to ourselves. We're almost to Ivan's place. I just wanted to report back to you. Tell England we made it and report back to me if England has new information-"
"Tell England his magic sucks! My legs are cramping!" America shouts, groaning. "It's so fucking cold too i'm freezing my balls off!-"
"We need to keep moving. We need to get to Romano I'm worried." Spain sounds like he's talking to Germany.
"Right. Brother you know what to do. We will keep moving to Ivan's place."
"Got you."
"Hey Prussia you better not touch my brother or i'll knock all your teeth out-" America's voice is the last one heard before Germany hangs up.
Prussia can't help to smirk at his statement. He'll touch his birdie all he wants.
"W-What did they say?" Canada wraps his arms around Prussia, hugging him.
"They said that England transported them miles away from Russia's house. Kesses They all didn't sound happy. I need to call England and report to him now." Prussia kisses Canada's forehead before winking. "Then we can continue~"
Canada's face gets red and really, Prussia can't help to think it's the most lovely shade of red.
"I hate...the...fucking...cold dude!" America wheezes, hugging himself, his skin flushed. "Why Arthur? Ughhhhh."
"Quit complaining!" Germany snaps, his muscles tense, his nose red, his teeth chattering. Being in this country with the hauntingly familiar feeling of the freezing wind ghosting against his cheeks, numbing his face makes him remember memories he would like to forget about. Germany feels himself become stiff only to relax himself. He's alone now. He won't have to watch his people die slowly by Russia's freezing climate. This time it will be different. Italy's soft smile flashes through his mind giving him a sense of warmth. A hope in his chest. Once this is over, Feliciano will be back in his arms.
"We're here now. Getting here took a couple of extra hours but nothing compared to how long it would have taken if we had to take a plane." Germany's face gets pale thinking of how it felt to be transported to Russia. It felt like there was no gravity and he was floating in nothing. There's nothing scientific about it at all. It should be impossible. The fact they're here at all makes something in his brain want to shut down Things that can't be explained bother him but as of right now the fact that Feliciano is in another world can't be explained by science either. These experiences have certainly opened his eyes to a couple of things.
"Dude I can't feel my toes! I hope Russia has some heat in that huge place of his." America grumbles as his blue eyes take in the large palace. The dark blue of the palace somehow fits in with the snow and contrasts against it at the same time. It looks huge. This Luciano guy could be anywhere in there. And Russia with him.
"Remember. We all go in through the back-" Germany starts to explain only to notice that Spain is a bit in front of them.
"-Go through the back and sneak around trying not to catch the attention of the guards. I'm worried about Romano. So hurry up." Spain's cheery voice has left him, a darker tone to it.
"Well shit what happened to him?" America blinks before he starts to run after him. "Wait! I'm the hero! I go in first you guys back me up remember?"
"Don't be reckless!" Germany growls at both the nations, running, catching up to the two, glaring. "If we want to make it out of here with Luciano and Romano." Germany stresses Romano's name, looking at Spain seeing him slow down a bit, glancing over at him with those green eyes. "We have to stick to the plan. Don't go charging in there like a bunch of idiots."
"It doesn't matter what we do. You have the hero on your side. We'll take care of whoever gets in our way." America states confidently. "I say we've wasted enough time as it is! Besides you've been in Russia's place before. There's a bunch of people just walking around. I think we should just barge into the front door! That's the heroic thing to do!"
"That's a stupid thing to do!" Germany snaps. "Look at us. We'll never pass as Russians-"
"I agree with Germany on this one." Spain looks at America seriously. "The back rooms are most likely where Romano is. We can work our way up. I don't know why that monster brought Lovi here...I just hope he's okay." Spain's green eyes get dark. It's strange really seeing it in such a cheerful man. But maybe the thought of someone or taking Romano away from him is making him crazy. Full of rage.
Germany understands him completely.
"Aww come on it will take forever going around this huge place! I bet someone's seen us already since we're kinda out in the open and all dudes." America stares up at this palace that stands eerily before them. Casting a shadow over them. "And the door is open!"
"...What?" Spain and Germany blink looking over at the large double front doors to find, indeed, that they are open. There's weights on the ground making sure they don't close. Germany feels his blood turn cold.
"Were they expecting us?" Germany grinds his teeth. "How? To walk into those doors...it has to be a trap. It would be stupid to so-"
"...There's also a chance that we won't be able to get into the back doors of Russia's home. If so a lot of time would have been wasted. I don't know the state that my Romano is in. I don't know if he's pain or if he's scared..." Spain's eyes get glossy out of focused before that fire comes back. "I'm coming Romano!" He whispers harshly before he sprints off, heading straight towards the open doors.
"Spain wait!It has to be a trap!" Germany whispers harshly, running after him, hoping to stop him.
"Dude I said I would take the lead! It was my idea to go in through the front." America runs after Spain, not trying to stop him but to beat him to it. "If it's a trap I'll destroy it like I destroy all the bad guys! Don't worry bros."
Germany is able to grab Spain to stop him but America runs right pass them, Laughing loudly as he barges in the palace, not slowing his pace at all. "America you idiot! Stop!" Germany commands, thinking of the promise he made Britain only for the American to completely ignore him. "Damn it!" Now he has to go in. He has a duty after all. He lets Spain go, both giving each other a look before they run into the palace, Germany having his gun out, ready to shoot if he has to.
There's no one here.
America stands in the hallway, his hands on his hips, beaming at them proudly. "What did I tell you? Nothing to be afraid of! Russia's so stupid yo! He left his door open and it's fucking freezing outside. Always knew something wasn't right with his head."
"...Russia may be crazy but he isn't stupid. You of all people should know that America." Germany gives him a look, getting America's face to go blank. "...Lets proceed with caution. Eyes and ears open."
"Romano..." Spain doesn't seem to be listening to them at all, he starts to walk, those green eyes searching.
"I know Russia's room is upstairs. If we take a right we'll get to the stair case. I have a feeling we might find Luciano there-"
"We're finding Romano first." Spain snaps.
"Romano is probably where ever Luciano is-"
"but what if he isn't?-"
"We'll do what we can. I promise Spain we won't leave in till we have both Luciano and Romano."
"...Right." Spain calms down a little.
"Wait..." Germany looks around, frowning. "Where the hell did America go?"
"Ah I didn't see I wasn't paying attention." Spain starts looking around, he frowns. "He might have run off by himself."
"That will be a issue. We have to find him before he does something stupid-"
"Yeah of course! I have a couple of friends here too. They're here to see Russia as well!" America's voice sounds around the corner, getting Germany and Spain's eyes to widen. Is he fucking serious?! Germany rushes around the corner only to find America smiling, talking to a Russian man who seems a bit nervous. He glances over at Germany...he nods.
"Russia will be glad to have you. Please continue down this way. You will come across a large auditorium, you won't miss it." The Russian smiles, but it seems strained.
"Alright thanks dude!" America grins before he grabs Germany's arm and starts to pull him in the direction the man pointed them in. Germany looks back, noticing Spain didn't follow them. Did he run off to try to find Romano? He was probably worried America gave them away. Smart. If Germany didn't have to make sure America came back with him he would have went the other way too. Why does America have to be so careless right now when so much could go wrong?
"You idiot! What have you done? What happen to staying low?" Germany growls. " Now we've lost Spain-"
"Dude chill! I know what I'm doing!" America waves him off. "I ran into that guy when you and Spain were talking. There's no way I could hide from him he was right there in my face! He then asked me if I was here for Russia's wedding."
"Russia's wedding?" Germany blinks.
"That's what I said! Russia getting married? That's insane!"
"...strange yes but still that's not why we're here. If Russia sees us-"
"Guess who he's getting married to?" America's blue eyes glint. "North Italy is what the man said. Russia is getting married to Luciano. Luciano will be right out in the open. This will be our chance to get him! It's good Spain didn't come. He can look for Romano while we crash this wedding!"
"...Russia is getting married to Luciano?" Germany can't even process this. His mind is still trying to wrap around the concept. They're going to...Russia's wedding...he's getting married to...Luciano? "Why? Why would he make that move?" Germany doesn't have a good feeling about this, his stomach doing a weird turn.
"Don't know that guy really must be crazy marrying Russia! But we'll stop him before he can!" America grips his fist, his eyes lighting up. "We're going to crash this wedding!"
"How?" Germany can't help to question quietly once they walk through the large doors leading to a large room filled with many people. Way far of in the distance he can see Russia standing by an alter, smiling softly with his eyes closed. Next to him is China, looking uncomfortable. Everyone looks uncomfortable to be honest. It's eerily quiet, no one dare making any sound. Germany and America quickly find a seat in the back. "How are we going to crash this wedding? By the looks of it this place it's filled with guards. We could maybe do a sneak attack when Luciano is walking down the isle...but we'd never make it out."
"Dude it's easy! Once the line comes up we'll just say, all cool like in all my movies! He'll say who ever is against this married speak now or something and we'll be like we're against this shit! Then everyone will gasp and start talking, and in the confusion we'll be able to get Luciano and run out of here."
"...That has to be the stupidest..." Germany pinches his nose. " That's never going to work. Shouting out and putting all eyes on us will only hurt us. The alter is far away from us we would never make it-"
"Trust me it will work! It always does in my movies!"
"Youe movies?!" Germany snaps. "...If worse comes to worse we might have to get Luciano after the wedding. Things aren't looking good."
America is quiet for a moment. "You know I was thinking about something..." America can't see Russia anymore with all the heads blocking his way. " If Luciano gets Married to Russia when Feliciano comes back how will that work? Will Russia try to say North Italy is married to him? If this Luciano signs something for Feliciano it could be bad. Even if he doesn't it's going to be awkward. Russia will be messing with Feliciano a lot."
Germany tenses at his words, his breath catching. America is right. This is more serious. He was only thinking about getting Feliciano back that he hasn't been thinking about the consequence that could come. Russia will want to claim his Feliciano. He'll try to over power him and take his land. He'll hurt him and harasses him. Germany grips his fist, his eyes lighting on fire.
"We can't let them get married." Germany snares.
"Then my plan it is! We'll stop this shit!" America grins. "We tell Russia Luciano isn't who he's saying he is. If we get crazy Russia against him then Luciano won't have anyone. First lets just break in at the line though! I swear it will work!"
"But-"
"It's starting!" America grips his fist, those blue eyes shinning excitedly. He's ready for a fight. He's ready to break the silence. He's ready to show himself as the hero.
He's ready to save the day. Breaking this wedding apart. Then he'll be able to get back to England. Thinking of England's bright green eyes looking at him with concern...
What a lovely thought.
"Hey snap out of it." England's green orbs come back into focus the image of America's large and proud smile leaving him. He looks over at Norway who's hair is moving slightly from his magic. They are sitting in one of Germany's prison cells under his home where they could be left alone. It's dark, both sitting on the side of a circle made of the blood of fairies. It had to be done. They needed to be able to spread their magic across the world to patch up the smaller holes in the magical barrier. It would take too much energy and time to travel everywhere. This will take a lot out of them both, if it goes wrong they could even die. If they make a wrong move and the magical barrier starts to feed on them as well, then it's over.
Of course England could never tell America of this risk.
Even when his life could be lost he can't stop worrying about America. It's been quite some time. Did they run into Russia? Is Luciano putting up a fight? Does America need him? England can't concentrate like this. He can't do this knowing America might be getting hurt. He needs Prussia to call him again to reassure him. England acted pissed when Prussia told him America was complaining about him sending them miles away from Russia's place but honestly England felt a little bad. Walking in Russia, in that weather will drain some of their energy. Also they might be caught before they could even make it to the palace.
"I'm worried about them." England bites at his lip, frowning. "I think-"
"Well you need to stop. You need to be worrying about this. I can't do this alone." Norway's face doesn't change looking at him with that blank face but those eyes are a bit sharp. "We need to do this so that when they do come back we can get on with it."
"...I know." England takes a deep breath. "Germany gave me his word. America will come back...America will be fine." England doesn't like this feeling. He wishes he could be there with America, to stand by his side and to make sure he's alright himself. England's face goes blank those green eyes turning serious he nods at Norway. "Right. Lets get on with this. I'll show America what the British empire can do. I'll have this done in no time." England closes his eyes, Norway following his lead. They reach out grabbing each other's hands, feeling the magic flow between them.
In the darkness England can see what they want. He sees the magical barrier covering their world, sees all the holes and tears. England feels a shock go through him when he sees how close the other world has gotten. It's moved so fast in so little time. The other world's barrier looks really bad. If they don't break the connection soon the other world will be destroyed, Feliciano along with it. England swallows...also if they don't break it soon the other world will collide with theirs. England takes a deep breath, feeling Norway's magic still through him, he grips his hand, not being able to feel it physically in this state. It's like they have become one. Norway's magic is his, and England's magic is Norway's. It's as if they don't exist anymore. Only floating outside of the world, the unknown guardians.
England channels all the power he can, starting with a a small hole over his home, he groans as his power leaves him, patching up the hole. Next he heals the many tears in the barrier above America, taking care to get everyone, feeling himself be drained. He has to keep pushing on. He patches up a tear above japan then he puts all his attention on the large hole above Germany. It's rotting the magical barrier, the darkness spreading so wide now that the hole is over France, Switzerland, and north Italy. This hole is too large. England knows the hole is apart of the plan to do the switch but it bothers him at the same time. What if the exchange makes it grow too wide? And their world is destroyed?...
It's the risk they're taking. Either way, if they don't do something now, their world will be destroyed anyway. They have to try.
England glances over at the other world, the magical barrier slowly rotting away. Why isn't Oliver doing something about his barrier? Surely he must feel what's happening to it. And surely he has the power to heal it. Why is he just letting it happen?...does he want his world to perish? He seemed completely bonkers yes but not suicidal.
England uses the last of the strength he has and patches up a hole in the other world before he becomes aware of his body once more. Everything fades away from him till he feels his body, and he feels Norway's hands in his and the smell of candles. England opens his eyes, breathing heavily, Norway in the same state, his blue eyes glossy.
"...you healed the other world." Norway looks at him.
"...you saw it's state. It wouldn't last much longer if we didn't do something. Feliciano would be dead and then we would be stuck with Luciano. In till we killed him of course." England takes a deep breath. "I'm just glad we didn't get sucked away into the universe or get drained. Many things can go wrong."
"We were able to clear up the holes. Now we just wait." Norway coughs, holding his head in his hands. "my head is killing me. I'm going to lay down and pass the fuck out. I'm so tired..." Norway gets up, wobbling a bit.
"Hold on there chap." England stands up feeling light headed himself. He grabs on the wall to make sure he doesn't fall. He breathes heavily, trembling. He won't be able to help America if he needs him now. He doesn't know if he'll even make it up the stairs. Norway has already fallen down, his eyes closed and his breathing steady, knocked out cold. England fumbles in his pocket, calling Prussia, before everything fades away from him he says a faint.
"Help."
Then his body falls with a thud.
"...I feel sick." Italy stares at himself in the mirror, feeling hot in this suit and uncomfortable with the idea of holding the flowers that lay on the ground, They're all sunflowers. His face is scrunched up, disgusted. "I wanted to see Romano before this but I needed to get this done. Everything is set. Once this wedding is over I can leave with Romano. Russia bombing the other nations will start a world war once again. And when they are all weak, is when you will step in." Italy's eyes get soft, a frown tugging at his lips as he lays his head against the mirror, the cool glass bring a small comfort. "It will all be done for you. And maybe, once this world is in flames, you can finally love me."
Italy stares at himself for a moment, waiting for that warmth of hope in his chest, or excitement but all he feels is this empty feeling. "haha...it seems I've complicated things for me. I feel almost conflicted. No matter what I'll keep Lovi safe. Maybe I could take him back with me. He could live by my side and we'd never be apart-" Italy tenses when he realizes he's gripping his fist enough to pierce his skin with his finger nails. "...It seems I've really fallen for him haven't I? I feel different around him then my Romano but it's good. He called me an angel." Italy's lips turn in a small smile, seeing himself smile like that gives him a shock. He looks to the ground, those amber eyes dark. "I really have confused myself. No matter. I'm here only to complete my task. It doesn't matter who dies in the process. No matter what he calls me, if he knew who I was, he would also call me a demon." Yet there is a small flame of hope in those amber eyes before he laughs it off.
"Look at me, talking to myself." Italy sneers at himself in the mirror. "But your the only one stupid enough to listen to me aren't you? My only friend, but even I despise looking at your face."
Italy takes a deep breath when he hears a knock at the door, he picks up the sunflowers and smiles brightly when a man walks in, looking nervous. "Are you ready North Italy?"
"Si!" Italy walks out with the man, such a bright smile on his face as he is led to these large doors. They open for him revealing a long path way leading up to an altar with Russia smiling at him, waiting for him. He's dressed in a white suit, white like snow. White, the color of purity but this man is anything but pure. He's sick just like him. Labeled a monster. Italy hates him. Italy hates everything about him.
They were born sick.
Italy grips the flowers, feeling bile in his throat as he starts to walk down the isle, all eyes on him. Italy looks around, studying the large amount of people, all looking unhappy to be here. He turns his attention back to the front to see China watching him. He looks confused about this whole thing. It makes Italy want to bust out laughing. They're all fools.
"Ah my sunflower, the time has finally come!" Russia smiles brightly when Italy makes it up to him, those purple eyes glowing. This man is marrying a lie. He's marrying a nightmare. He will bring this world to ruin. He will turn brother against brother, he will tear family's apart and slaughter the weak.
It doesn't matter that everyone is going to die.
"Si it has. I'm so happy." Italy smiles. Lies. All lies.
"Lets start to ceremony!" Russia claps, grabbing Italy's shoulders possessively, those purple eyes looking deep into his own. "You are mine now. I claim you in front of all these people. So my darling just say you will be one with me and we will never be apart."
"I will become one with-" Italy starts.
"I object!" a loud, annoying voice shouts getting Russia to blink. Both Italy and Russia look over to see one lone person standing all the way in the back. From this far away italy can see that blonde hair, and from his voice...
"America..." Russia's voice gets dark.
"You idiot! This isn't some sort of court ruling!" Another person stands up, shouting loudly only to turn his fierce glare at Italy. "Never mind. We don't have the element of Surprise. That man is a imposter! Don't you see? He doesn't love you Russia! That's not Feliciano! You have to realize that! That man is evil-"
"An imposter?! You dare disturb my wedding and then call my sunflower evil? Of course he loves me, you just didn't know the real Italy, Germany-"
"Brother it's true!" Russia tenses at the voice. Italy's breath catches when he sees Belarus come into the room, her dressed stained red but she isn't alone. No. Romano is being dragged by her, a knife pressed against his neck, tears in his eyes, his hair matted with blood. "Look who I found in your guest room! Italy has been hiding him here and feeding him without you knowing! He loves his brother, not you! He even admitted it to me! Don't you see now Big brother? I'm the only one who will love you. The man you are with is nothing but a whore!"
"...Feliciano...?" Romano stares at Italy and Russia with wide eyes. "What the hell is going on? Why are you getting married to Russia?!-"
"Shut up!" Belarus growls, hitting him over the head getting Italy to growl.
"Don't touch him you slut!." Italy's voice gets so low that the once quiet crowd gasps. In a quick movement Italy is right in front of Belarus, he elbows her in the face, she cries out as her nose is crushed, he turns, tripping Belarus with his leg while grabbing Romano so he doesn't fall. He rips the knife from her, doing a turn with Romano he throws it, hitting the bell that was to be rung after Russia and Italy kissed. Things have changed now.
"I-Italy." Romano's eyes widen at how fast Italy had moved and with such skills. No fear in his eyes, no...just a deep, deep flame. Before Romano can even think Italy grips his hand and starts running out the altar.
"See brother! I told you! That bitch has been playing you for a fool!" Belarus screeches, snarling, blood dripping down her nose on her chin.
Russia stares with wide eyes, his mouth open. "My sunflower?..." Russia watches as Italy runs out with Romano, those purple eyes become so dark. "You love your brother more than you love me. You will get married to me my sunflower. We are perfect for each other. I'll kill him!" Russia roars, looking over at his guards who all looked shocked still. "Get them! Kill Romano! Capture Italy!" he roars before he glances over at the bell ringing, knowing exactly what it means, and what's happening in this very moment.
They planed this together, they will see this through to the end.
"Italy w-what the hell is going on?!" Romano eyes go out of focused, his head stinging from Belarus bashing his head. He's starting to question if what he saw even happened or if it was all in his head. Italy's eyes were so dark and he's never seen him move like that...
"I'm sorry my beloved. Things have gone all wrong." Italy looks back at Romano, those eyes deep with emotion, getting Romano's chest to flutter. "No matter what know I'll protect you."
"...I still don't understand..." Romano averts his gaze only for his eyes to widen when he sees the front doors close, a large group of guards waiting for them. Italy stops, snarling before he turns to run the other way only for another group of guards to block there way back. They're surrounded. They won't make it out of here.
"I haven't been truthful with you Romano." Italy's voice is calm despite their situation, he lets go of Romano's hand to kiss his forehead. "Please close your eyes for me. And don't open them till I say so. I don't want you to think ill of me." His voice is so soft, and those eyes so deep that despite the pain in his head, his confusion, his fear...He listens to his little brother, putting all trust in him...
He closes his eyes.
The guards bark something out in Russian. There's a gunshot fired, a thud following. The guards start speaking in excited Russian, another shot being fired. Another. And another. There's a breeze by Romano's head, the sound of something slicing, a man gurgling and then a thud. All around him there feels like a wind is moving, the sound of slicing and ripping. Gurgling and splashing before a thud. Something wet has touched his shoe. By now Romano's lip is trembling. He wants to open his eyes. He wants to see what's going on but something tells him not too. He trust in his brother. No matter how strange this all is.
Romano feels a gun pressed against his head, before he can even scream in terror there's that slicing sound, something wet splashing on his shoulder before there's a thud next to him. Romano hugs himself, now the men are screaming. He hears some retreating footsteps. They're running away. Romano tenses when he feels soft hands on his face, breath against his lips.
"You can open your eyes now. It's alright." Romano surprisingly opens his eyes quickly, no fear despite what he just heard. All he sees is Italy's amber eyes, his lips almost touching his. Italy smiles gently, there's blood on his face but he doesn't seem to be hurt.
"You're okay." Romano breathes a sigh of relief.
"Of Course. I'll never fall with you by my side." Italy smiles before he grabs Romano's hand. "Now please close your eyes again. We're getting out of here love." Romano closes his eyes, gripping Italy's hand, trusting completely in him. He lets Italy lead him. His mind still fuzzy.
"...Are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on? Why were you getting married to Russia?...Did that bastard make you?" Romano grinds his teeth thinking about his helpless brother. He's such an idiot and gullible and weak and...Romano's brain stops, something not adding up. He doesn't think the Italy holding his hand is an idiot or weak or gullible. No. Italy wouldn't have been able to do what he did back there to Belarus. The Italy he knows would have just cried. The Italy he knows wouldn't have been able to deal with all those guards. He Killed them, Romano knows.
"...I'll do anything for you." Italy's voice sounds distant. "Anything and Everything...You can open your eyes now."
Romano opens his eyes, they're now running down another hallway. Italy must know where he's going. "Why would you do that for me? That's fucking stupid! That guy is crazy! What would I gain from you marrying him! I thought you loved me?" Romano snaps only for his cheeks to turn red...is he seriously jealous?!
Italy chuckles softly at him getting Romano to blink, looking at the back of his head. He can see the small smile on his lips. "I do love you Lovi. I feel like I could be a angel with you. Your angel. You make me feel wonderful. I love you, I don't love him. Things are complicated my love."
"Complicated huh?" Italy's smile is wiped off his face, Romano tensing at that voice. Russia comes from around the corner, Belarus smirking next to him, a knife held in her hand, a pipe in his. Russia's purple eyes are dark, a fire in them. "Your brother has stolen you from me. He's what's keeping you from me. You're just confused. You belong to me. I'll destroy anything in the way of our love." Russia's eyes narrow.
"And i'll destroy anything in the way of my love!" Belarus shouts, running towards them, those blue eyes dancing madly. Italy growls, taking out a knife from his suit, doing a twirl with it, gripping the handle before running to meet her, there knifes clashing. Italy does a spin, blocking another thrust of the knife by Belarus. Romano watches them go back and forth with wide eyes when did his brother become so brave and skilled? When did this happen?
Before he knows it Russia is right in front of him, lifting up the pipe, those purple eyes filled with possessive rage. "Please die da?" Romano screams, falling back on his butt.
"Please don't kill me!" Romano whimpers. Russia smirks only for his body to tense, his mouth opening in shock as blood pools down his forehead...a blade sticking out of it. Russia falls to his knees, those eyes getting glossy before the light fades.
"Brother!" Belarus screams, Romano looking over at Italy with his face pale, Russia's blood on his face. His brother just killed Russia. By throwing a knife at him. Romano's eyes shake as he watches Belarus cry out for her brother only for Italy to grab her head, he twists it so fast, a sickening snapping sound being heard before her eyes get glassy and she falls with a thud.
For once Romano feels fear, something clicking in his mind as he stares at this man before him. Italy looks at Romano, only for his face to fall when he sees the look he's giving him. Italy glances away before closing his eyes and chuckling.
"...Are you afraid of me too Romano?" His voice is so soft, laced with a deep rooted hurt. Romano feels his heart clench but his hairs are sticking up on his arms. He stands up, looking at Russia with the knife through his head and Belarus crooked neck. He swallows, taking a step back.
"You...Y-You're not by Brother are you?...W-Who are you?" Romano tries to swallow down his fear but he can't. He's too confused, everything clicking together about this man. This man is nothing like his brother. He looks like him but he's not Feliciano. His brother could have never done this.
"No I'm not your brother. I'm not Feliciano. My Name is Luciano." Luciano does a half-hearted bow, his smile not reaching his eyes.
"W-Where's my brother, what's going on?" Romano thinks of all the things that have happened with this man, his face getting red but his heart hurting. "You played with me you fucking bastard! You played with my heart and to think I loved you-"
"I may have lied to you about who I am but rest assured I was not lying to you about my feelings." Luciano's eyes get deep as he straitens himself out. "If you knew who I was, you wouldn't love me. You would be afraid of me...just as you are now." Luciano smirks but there's a look in his eyes that shows weakness. "But I would never hurt you. You have to believe me. I'm your slave. I would do anything for you." Luciano takes a step forward, only for Romano to take a step back.
"S-Stay where you are!" Romano trembles. He's surprised when Luciano listens, his curl drooping a bit.
"Romano..."
"How could I have been so fucking stupid...why the hell would my brother show me any attention? How the hell could I have fallen in love with my own brother...a man who is not even my brother! Just someone who looks like him! I'm sick!" Romano grips his hair, his eyes shaking. "S-Stay the fuck away from me. You've made me sick!"
Luciano's eyes flash at that. He takes a step back, those eyes avert, such a look in his eyes that it gets Romano to tense. "My love has made you sick? Even you don't want it...I suppose it doesn't matter what world it is, you will never love me. My love is evil towards even you. It seems I can't even love myself with out tainting the half that is worth something." Luciano closes his eyes before opening them again. "No matter the world...I will always be a demon." He smiles, his smile twisted but those eyes. They're filled with so much pain. "I was a fool to think this could have ended differently."
"...Luciano..." Romano's eyes widen, a pain in his head as he remembers that name. It's the name he's heard in his dreams countless times. They called Italy that. Romano's eyes widen and his face goes pale. Those dreams weren't dreams. He was seeing Luciano's past, not Feliciano's. Then everything he saw happened to this man standing before him, not his little brother. As soon as Luciano said something about being a demon he remembers him as a child, those hateful stares, how they tortured him, how he was locked away for years for his Romano. All the pain and suffering he went though. He saw how much he loved Romano, he saw the sacrifices made. He saw them rip his eyes out, and saw his love reject him so cruelly. Romano's eyes widen, he actually takes a step forward.
Luciano notices the difference in Romano, and looks at him curiously. Romano doesn't know if he should run from this man or hug him. Luciano tricked him, made him believe he was Feliciano. Made him fall in love with him. Romano doesn't understand these feelings he has. He should hate this man for what he's done so then why does his heart yearn to hold him? To keep him away from all the bad that those dreams have shown him.
There's a gunshot. Luciano cries out in pain as a bullet pierces his arm, getting him to cover it, glaring at the direction the bullet came from.
"Get the fuck away from him." Romano can't help to tense when he sees Spain, those green eyes dark as he points the gun at Luciano's head, standing down the hallway.
"Ah Spain, I wasn't expecting you here. My I've been sloppy with this haven't I?" Luciano hums like he's amused, not showing any fear, those amber eyes gleam.
"I said get the fuck away from him!"
"Or what? Are you going to kill me Spain?"Luciano chuckles darkly as he takes another knife out of his suit, smirking at the Spaniard. "Please go on ahead. Let's see who kills who first hm?" Luciano grips the knife, his smile sinister. Spain's eyes narrow, the grip on his gun tightening. Luciano looks like he's about to run towards him-
"Stop! Don't hurt him Luciano!" Romano shouts getting Luciano's eyes to widen, he stops mid run, looking towards Romano who is staring at him with fear in his eyes. Spain takes this opportunity to run up on Luciano, punching him as hard as he can in the gut. The wind is knocked right out of Luciano, the man groaning, only to be punched in the face, falling to the ground. Luciano just lays there, not moving, those amber eyes staring at Romano as Spain kicks him in the chest, battering him around like it's nothing. And Luciano just lets it happen.
"Spain stop!" Romano feels himself scream before he runs over to Spain, grabbing him from behind and pulling him away from Luciano, this feeling overtaken him.
"Romano this man isn't Feliciano! He's a demon from another world! He's a monster! He sent Italy to another world to die." Spain turns around to grab Romano's shoulders, looking deep in his eyes, those green orbs softening. "He's not your brother lovi...and sorry I got so angry. This monster tricked you. I'm sorry I couldn't have figured out what he was. I should have protected you better."
Romano can't speak, a lump in his throat, his eyes trembling. He's being ripped apart from all these feelings. He's feeling guilty about Spain. Worried about Feliciano. This is all Luciano's fault and yet...Romano looks down at Luciano who is sitting up now, his head is bowed, blood running down the side of his face. He doesn't move to attack Spain. He doesn't even move to run away. He just stays there. He should hate this man. He should hit him. HE should scream but he can't. He's being ripped apart.
"Spain you got him!" Germany and America run from down the hallway, those blue eyes narrowing as he runs faster. "Don't let him get away! Why is your back turned?!"
Luciano doesn't make any move though. He just looks up with a blank face as Germany and America get on him. Germany growls, grabbing him by the neck, he hits him in the head, his blood matting his hair and falling down the side of his face. "You demon! Now we got you! Feliciano can finally come home!" Germany spits with hatred, those eyes so dark. Something hurts inside of Romano as he watches all of them, looking at Luciano with such malice, calling him a demon, a monster, handling him roughly. America ties his hands behind his back, and Luciano lets him...Those amber eyes locking with Romano's shaking ones.
Then Luciano smiles. It's so soft and heartbreaking that Romano feels something rip inside.
"Anything for you."
"Sorry it took so long!" America grins over at him. " We got stuck in the wedding room, the guards were going crazy and panic started to break out."
"We got out as fast as we could. I'm just glad you got him Spain and Romano is alright. I'm glad."Germany looks at Romano. "Feli would be really upset if something were to happen to you."
Feli...His brother.
Romano still can't speak, he's trembling.
"Romano are you okay?" Spain looks at him with concern.
"He's probably shaken up! Luciano killed all those people and stabbed Russia like it was nothing!" America looks around. "Not that I care about the bad guys but still."
"Lets get out of here before Russia comes back." Germany grips Luciano, forcing him up, Germany growls in his ear. "Your plan has failed. Feliciano will be come back. I never wanted you. You took my angel. Now your going back to the hell you came from."
"I think you're confused. I'm Hell. Hell is where I am." Luciano smirks. "My ruin will spread over you all." He coos.
Suddenly Spain cries out, falling to his knees, holding his stomach. He coughs violently, blood dripping down his chin.
"Spain!" Romano falls on his knees next to him, his eyes wide. "What's wrong?!"
Germany groans suddenly, becoming light-headed a sharp pain in his chest that makes him want to collapse but he holds his ground. He feels the pain of his people, the destruction of his land. "I-I'm being bombed?!"
"What?" America blinks, looking between the two Europeans. "You guys are being bombed?! What the heck dude- Is England being bombed?" America's eyes widen with concern only for him to feel a pain in his arm. It's small but he has been hit. Americans have just been killed, his land dented. America's eyes get dark and he grips his fist, looking at Germany and Spain. He won't let something like this go unpunished. He's the protector of the world. The hero, whoever did this will be destroyed and dealt with. Hopefully England is okay...If that bastard hurt England he's really getting the wrath of the hero!
"Who would bomb me? I-It feels bad." Spain's eyes get out of Focused, Romano having to support him.
"Who would bomb all of us at the same time. They're really asking for it!" Germany Trembles as he grips Luciano...The Italian is smirking, chucking softly.
"Corruption, destruction. A demon, a monster. Some things never change." Luciano continues to chuckle.
"Fuck it we have to get back to England! I have to make sure he's alright!"America grips his fist, looking restless.
"Our bosses will contact us soon with information. We can deal with this later we have to get Feliciano back first! That is our main priority!" Germany almost can't believe his own words. His nation just got attacked and yet he said Feliciano, another country, is the main priority. Over his own nation, over his own people. He wants to save Feliciano, more than he wants to save himself.
"...I don't know dude. My priority is protecting everyone. I'm the hero after all! Especially England..." America walks over and picks up Spain, throwing him over his shoulder, the Spaniard losing consciousness. "They must have gotten him bad. We need to get back to England."
"Right." Germany grips Luciano before pushing him along, Luciano not showing any resistance at all. "Come on Romano we're getting out of here."
Romano only walks numbly behind all of them, staring at the back of Luciano's head, not getting any of this and especially not getting himself and these feelings. He's worried about Spain and these weird bombs. He's worried about Feliciano in this strange world. Romano knows that Luciano has something to do with all of this. He knows how smart he is and how dangerous he is...
So why doesn't he hate him?
"A-Are they going to be okay?" Prussia looks over his shoulder to see Canada peering down at England and Norway who are laying in bed, both look pale, the color drained from them.
"Ja they should be fine I guess. I don't know what happened. I just found them passed out in the basement." Prussia looks back at the two that he had carried and laid in their guest room bed.
"Do you think they healed the barrier like they were talking about? I-I didn't really understand w-what they were talking about." Canada admits, touching his index fingers together. A gesture Prussia finds incredibly cute.
"Don't worry if the awesome me didn't understand what these guys were talking about, I don't expect anyone too!" Prussia grins. "Hopefully they did whatever they needed to do"
"...America..." Prussia blinks, looking down at England to see his eyebrows furrowed, his lips in a frown.
"Gross he's thinking about fat ass." Prussia chuckles. "I would have that look on my face if I was dreaming about him too!"
"Y-You shouldn't say that. I-I look a lot like my brother..."
"What? No you do not. That guy is a fat ass and your cute and awesome." Prussia nuzzles Canada's head, making him blush.
There's a loud boom outside, causing Canada to squeak and Prussia to clench his heart, pain filling his senses. "Shit! What the fuck ! We are being attacked!"
"W-What?!" Canada grips Prussia, steadying him.
England suddenly yells, sitting up, his eyes snapping open, his nose is bleeding, the blood running down his face. He coughs violently, his green eyes wide, his face still pale. "I've been damaged!" England gets up only to feel unsteady, falling back down on the bed.
"Germany just got bombed too...It was West Germany. I felt it but West must really be feeling it." Prussia bites his lip, his red eyes flaring.
"P-Prussia, England are you okay?" Canada looks between the two but those blue eyes stay a bit longer on Prussia, his arms wrapped around him.
England pants, his phone starting to ring already, he knows who it is. He answers quickly...Quietly taking in all the information, his face going blank. "Yes...Yes...I'll try to get there as soon as I can." England hangs up, sighing, pulling his hair slightly.
"It was Russian aircraft that dropped the bombs. They had the planes disguised as cargo. They weren't expecting a bomb. My boss said they also bombed America...They hit California." England's eyes flash with worry. Before he looks at Prussia with a bit of panic. "H-How long has it been? Have you heard anything from them?"
"...Nothing." Prussia looks at him seriously. "You think Russia bombing us has to do with them?"
"...I can't be sure. Either that or Luciano has something to do with this. I hope that idiot is okay...Germany better have kept his promise..." England's eyes turn dark for a moment, a look of potential fury, or even insanity.
"Look America can take care of himself, you shouldn't put him on my brother to babysit." Prussia's eyes narrow, not liking that threatening tone.
"He owes me and America that much! Germany hurt America, he's lucky I didn't destroy him for what he did." England growls, those eyes flashing for a bit, only for something to snap back into place and he starts to cough again. It feels like there's smoke in his chest. "...My boss also wants me to come back to plan our course of attack. Russia must be dealt with...and since he's attacked so many countries, you know what this means?" England looks at Prussia and Canada, looking grim. " I fear that this is the start of World War 3 chaps. America will attack Russia, I will back him up, and i'm sure Germany will as well. All the countries bombed with join together to attack Russia. Russia has his allies as well. China will stay by his side. Those two together is enough to keep our hands full. Who knows if other countries will take this chance to rebel as the United states is occupied with this..." England frowns deeply.
"...Now with my head clearing a bit...I'm almost certain Luciano is the cause of this. That's why he would mess around with Russia, to get closer to him, get control of his power and use him. It looks like he succeeded." England grips his fist, trembling. "Damn him! It doesn't matter if America and them get Luciano and bring him back. Russia has already attacked. Russia will continue on with the war, even if Russia tried to explain that someone talked him into it, I doubt that our people would just let it slide. He's fucked us." England takes deep breaths, trying not to panic.
"...M-Maybe if we somehow make it k-known to all the nations about Luciano and what he's done-" Canada starts.
"We don't have that kind of time. We have to hurry and send Luciano back and break the connection. The magical barrier is being destroyed too fast. If we don't deal with this first, our whole world will be destroyed." England's eyes get hard with acceptance. "Luciano has trapped us in this. He's sealed our fate. Even though we know that this most likely has something to do with Luciano we will still have to rage war with Russia. So many lives will have to be lost. Who even knows how the outcome will turn out?" England bits his lips, digging his nails into his hand so deeply that he could draw blood. He's filled with rage. He wants to kill Luciano. He wants to make him pay for all the damage he's done. He's a monster. A demon. He's the reason America has gotten hurt, why he's had to stay apart from America so long. He's the reason Feliciano is in another world and in danger of being destroyed. He's the reason their magical barrier is so bad. He's the reason that world war 3 is about to start.
He hates him. He fucking hates him. He feels like he's losing grip of himself. He wants to scream, he wants to destroy. His lips start to twitch up into a smile. He's fucking losing it. He's losing it. He's losing it. He's losing it. And yet his smile keeps getting bigger and bigger and-
a ringing sound breaks through the clouds of madness, it's his phone. Dazed England takes out his phone, answering but about to throw it down and let the cloud of madness consume him.
"Arthur? Dude is that you?" A voice pants out that breaks away the darkness that was about to consume him. All the anger, all the rage leaves him,it shatters out of him and he can breathe better.
"A-Alfred? Are you alright?!" England sighs heavily, from that darkness being lifted and the light given back to him by his most beloved's voice.
"Yeah sort of. We got Luciano, stopped the wedding and we're heading back your way! Russia fucking bombed me though. He got Spain really bad. He's barely conscious, and he's coughing up blood. That bastard is going to get it!...Did he hurt you too England?" America's voice gets softer at the end, getting England's heart to flutter.
"...Yes. Russia bombed me as well. But I'm alright. I'm just glad everything went well for you. It's good you have him. I've healed the magical barrier but we don't have much time. We have to make the exchange before our world is destroyed." England closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Russia will pay. He thinks he can get away with this! I knew he was still a bad guy. I never though he has this planned. If Russia wasn't already dead I would have taken care of him myself!"
"Russia is dead?" England's eyes widen.
"Well for the moment. He's probably alive now. Luciano had killed him and Belarus when we found him."
"...Why would he do that? I thought he was working with Russia?" England frowns.
"I have no Idea. Luciano's probably just crazy or something."
"Or maybe...Luciano was done with him. He got what he wanted out of him..." England closes his eyes thinking.
"Dude what are you talking about? I told you we stopped the wedding so he didn't get married to him or whatever that he wanted."
"A wedding?" England's eyes widen. "What are you talking about? Luciano tried to marry Russia?"
"Yeah! Weird right? I was going to stop it like the hero I am but then Belarus beat me too it. She came out with Romano, a knife to him, and started yelling about something. We were far away from the altar so it was hard to hear...but then Luciano went crazy, he knocked Belarus over, grabbed Romano, threw a knife at a wedding bell and then ran like hell. It took me and Germany awhile to get out of there and when we found him Luciano had killed both Russia and Belarus."
"The bugger is strong!" England frowns. "Are you okay America? Was it a hard fight? Are you hurt?"
"Stop worrying about me of course I'm fine! I'm the hero! And it wasn't a hard fight actually. Luciano just gave in. He let us take him without any fight. Kind of weird but whatever. He probably got one look at me and knew it was over so he just gave up." America sounds proud.
"I'm sure that's not it." England grumbles but this disturbs him. Why would Luciano just willingly go with them. What is that bastard planning? It makes him uneasy. "Are you almost to Germany?"
"No we still have a while. I just wanted to make sure you were okay England."
"When have you become so concerned for me." England doesn't know where his sharp tone came from. Some times he doesn't understand why he can't take out the sometimes mean things he says and he does to America. Now that they're together that should be different shouldn't it?
"I've always been concerned for you." England's heart flutters at those words. "Because your such an old man, I wouldn't want you to go around and break your hip now!"
"Ah shut it! I'll may be older than you but i'm certainly more healthier than you are America! You'll die of a heart attack before I ever break my hip." England smirks at his comeback, just noticing now that Prussia and Canada have left the room. Those two have seemed to have gotten closer...
"Pssh I won't let anyone attack my heart! Jokes on you!"
"...America just no. I told you to look into your health and the dangers of eating so much fast food did you ignore my request?" England sighs, his tone getting a bit softer with concern, yet he can't help to feel a bit irritated.
"I've just been busy out saving the world-"
"by that you mean you've been too busy playing your video games!"
"Oh that reminds me! You should come over after all this is over and I can show you this scary ass game I just got! It's called the 'evil within' and-"
"America...after this you know it's not over." England closes his eyes. "After Luciano is gone...we have another issue to deal with."
"...Yeah we have to deal with Russia. But we'll take care of him. Don't worry England, I'll protect you and our freedom and soon we'll be able to watch movies and play games together again. I can't wait." America sounds like he's smiling. England feels himself warm. He just wants to hold America in his arms and never let go.
"...Neither can I." England says so softly, finally being honest with himself for once. "...I mean sure I'll play the game with you, as long as you don't piss your pants-"
"hey that was a one time thing!-"
"It shouldn't have even been a thing."
England can't help to smile, despite everything that has happened and everything that's going to happen. Talking to America makes him feel calm, as if nothing is wrong at all. He feels warm and safe, his voice so important to him. He most protect his voice, his smile, his nation, his everything. In a way, they have always been by each other, even when they were so far away from each other most of the time. America means everything to him.
He won't Let Luciano take away his happiness.
Romano stares out of the plane's small window, the clouds blocking his view of the world below them. He feels sick. He wishes he could just get the sickness out of his body but it has affected his brain, his being. He's infected with this disease. Romano can hear Spain's harsh breathing next to him, the guilt making him feel more sick. America is in front of him, talking excitedly to England, laughing and smiling. He's been like that for awhile now. Romano glances over at Germany who is sitting next to Luciano, he has a strong grip on him, as if Luciano's hands being tied behind his back wasn't enough, and he's trapped with Germany's large body against the window.
How is it that he can be this sick?
Romano actually feels...bad. He feels bad for Luciano. He doesn't like how everyone treated him. He didn't like them calling him a monster or a demon. He's seen what this man has gone through, hell he's lived through it. Something is pulling him to Luciano. And he hates himself. Despises himself. He knows more than anyone what this man is capable of. The hatred that is in this one being. He knows that Luciano has hurt his brother. He knows Luciano has been lying to him this whole time so why...Why?
Does he still feel for him? Why does his chest hurt?
Romano trembles, feeling like he's about to cry. He doesn't understand all these emotions flowing through him. Everything is going too fast. He's confused and conflicted. He wonders how Feli would react? Seeing him like this. How he would look at him after he finds out he fell in love with a man he thought was him. He's sick, sick, sick. And yet a part of him still doesn't believe he's sick. It's insanity. Romano grips his hair slightly, thinking of his brother's soft smile...and then the different smile of Luciano. Not as sweet as his brothers, crooked. Yet it filled him with a warmth that he didn't understand. Romano should have known this man wasn't Feli. He should have done something. He should have done something to help Feli, to stop this man. Will Feliciano think he's sick? Will he want nothing to do with him?...Will he ever not be sick?
Because deep down, Romano's heart still longs for the man the world calls a demon.