disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just this terribly bloody story idea

"Addio mio caro fratello." (farewell my dear brother) he murmered to the frightened man under him as his finger slowly tightened around the trigger.

~around lunch time in a different room on the other side of the hotel~

Norway was pouring through his magic books, looking for anything and everything that could explain the possession of northern Italy, but nothing that HE could find would explain what had happened. He supposed that England would have been able to find something since he had dwelled more in the dark arts then Norway had, but alas England has already fallen victim to this… monster… that used to be Italy. From what Japan had said Norway knew a piece of Italy or maybe his entire conscious was trapped inside his mind, most likely in pain either physically or emotionally. He sighed dramatically all the while keeping his famous blank face, and dropped he face into his hands groaning unhappily. He was sitting at a desk with books all over the wood and laying open at random pages, he had made quick work of the room, much to the displeasure of the rest of the Nordics (they were all rooming together) Norway had a messy room and that's how he liked it.

There were clothes and books and blankets strewn carelessly all over the room, there were large stacks of books and some of them had the occasional alcoholic drink on top (some rum here, wine there maybe a beer over on the shrinking spells) of the magic books. And he had also taped a Nordic flag over the bed he was forced (and he meant forced) to share with Denmark, he rolled his far away indigo eyes at the thought of the loudmouthed Dane. He stood slowly and navigated over to his (shared) bed and flopped onto it sinking into the almost ridiculous mound of pillows, don't look at him like that! He just… really likes his pillows. He burrowed into the pillows and sighed contentedly and just lay there on the bed. He heard the door open and he rolled his eyes once again at the surprised gasp. I'm not a slob, I just do slobby things. It is in fact true, he just keeps his room a mess, and the rest of the house is so clean you could almost see your reflection in the walls.

Hong Kong looked around the room (disaster area) his mouth hung open in surprise; Iceland had already walked past the dumbstruck Asian and across the mess to his older brother who lay on the far bed near the window. He shut his mouth and it quickly morphed into a slight smirk, well who would have thought… another bit of information he quickly filed away for later use. He stepped over the miscellaneous items all over the floor and moved over to the desk looking over the strange symbols that were scattered all over the old yellowing pages of the books.

Norway felt the bed dip down as someone sat beside him.

"Find anything?" it was spoken in Norwegian, his own tongue, he groaned in response and tunnelled further into the pillows, "I'll take that as a no." his younger brother continued in accented Norwegian and Norway responded with a nodding of the head. They sat there silently with the occasional rustling of paper as Hong Kong snooped through his magic books. Norway figured that he should probably get up and do something about it but he was feeling unusually lazy so he nudged Iceland to get him to do it, he heard his brother sigh and the weight on the bed disappeared.

Iceland sighed as he felt his brother nudge him; he understood what he meant, get Hong Kong out of my books now. It wasn't a particularly difficult message, he stood from the bed and picked his way over to Hong Kong, passing the couch that was his bed but was currently doubling as a bookshelf. He carefully stepped over some more books, geez why does Norway have to use every, and I mean every, surface as a bookshelf!? He thought somewhat angrily to himself as he finally reached Hong Kong. Now don't get Iceland wrong his room, no house, is in a similar state. Assorted clothes and other objects all scattered about the house, he liked it that way, and it made his manor feel… less large. Although Norway didn't have to do this to his room and his house was a reasonably sized one. Iceland supposed Norway was just… Norway..?

"Quit looking through Norway's books, you're going to turn us into frogs or something." He said to Hong Kong back in English, Hong Kong showed no emotion… not that Iceland really expected his friend to show any, but the Asian closed the book and walked over to the couch. He watched as Hong Kong shifted some books, pillows and a hat around until he had an adequate place to sit, he then embarked on the journey of a life time to find the remote.

~time skip of amazing and fabulousness because I borrowed some fabulous from Poland~

After several hours of gallantly searching for the TV remote Hong Kong gave up and turned it on manually and switched it to a reality show and returned to his new spot on the couch (the one he made earlier was taken by Iceland) and by now Denmark, Sweden, and Finland and returned to the room. They all sat on the bed Sweden and Finland shared; mostly because Norway had threatened to gut Denmark if he dare lie next to him (Sweden had to physically keep Denmark away from the bed. He saw the knife.) And they all happily (?) watched the show. There was minimal arguing (Norway threatened to skewer anyone that woke him up. He was just in a bad mood it seemed.) And they watched the screen with varying degrees of interest, Hong Kong seemed interested but you could never really know with him, Iceland had been staring at the screen but it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was day dreaming, Finland was watching with supreme interest while Sweden watching mostly because Finland was. Denmark well… Denmark kept looking at Norway he acted stupid but he knew Norway was upset about not being able to figure out what Not-Italy was.

He glanced around the room; he found it hard to believe of course Norway was extremely well versed in magic (the almost ridiculous amount of books was a testament to that); it was surprising to find that Norway knew nothing of the murderous being that stalked the nations. And Iceland… his blue eyes swivelled to the youngest in their group, he eyed his shoulder, you could see the redness of the nasty scar through the white shirt. His anger swelled up and threatened to overflow but he quelled it, if he lost it now it would only lead to disaster later. He sighed heavily and Finland glanced worriedly at him, his slivery violet gaze was tinted with worry. Denmark grinned and waved his hand dismissively and Finland reluctantly moved his gaze back to the television, Denmark was glad their interaction went unnoticed, he moved his eyes back to Norway and saw the faraway indigo gaze locked onto him, he guessed it wasn't so unnoticed after all… damn sneaky bastard he is. Denmark met Norway's questioning gaze with a charming smile and then morphed it into a funny face, Norway then rolled his eyes and flipped the bird and then burrowed back into his pillows.

Denmark laughed at Norway and conveniently something stupid happened on screen so no one questioned his laughing or told him to shut up. Well maybe not the last part, Hong Kong sort of glared at him; he got the message and shut up. Then he relaxed back into the show again, until that is, they heard the screaming. Everyone bolted to attention, shared a look then ran out the door and towards the sound.

authors note:

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ... I am bowser! fear me and my redundant schemes that all seem to involve kidnapping the princess!

aren't I terrible? at this rate you'll never know what happens next... I have half a mind to cut it off now for all the amazing fanfiction I read that people don't finish. I MEAN COME ON IT'S BRILLIANT DONT STOOOPPPPP IT PAAAIIINNNSSS MEEEEEEE

moving on.

you will know what happens next.

I promise.

just thought I'd be a jerk some more :D

cant help it

cliffhangers...

gotta love'em

anyway

yea

SO MANY FANFICTION IDEAS FOR DURARARA aaahh

my brain it will explode.

and yes it will be thoroughly disgusting.

but moving on I might write up durarara fanfiction. mebbe. and no Shizaya it's adorable but gosh darn there is so much of it that its driving me batty.

and ALSO

sorry about not writing up The Snow can Sing i'm just kinda like...

I don't knooowww what to doooooo

and then there is more procrastination.

so anyway. do svidaniya deti (goodbye children)

-Ches