When Germany arrived, he was surprised to find the front door ajar. "Italy?" he called, wondering if he had been waiting at the door.
No answer.
"Italy?" Germany shouted again. Why isn't he answering?
When he still didn't get an answer, he became worried and pushed the door open. I hope he didn't do something stupid... Entering and closing the door behind him, he decided to look for the Italian to make sure he was alright.
As he walked down a hallway, instinct made him turn and look inside the room he was passing, and his breath caught in his chest. His little Italian friend was crumpled on the floor, surrounded by broken glass, cut and bloody.
"Feliciano…" he whispered, kneeling beside him. Feeling for a pulse, he sighed with relief, "He's still alive…"
"Oh, what a good thing you showed up! We wouldn't want your PATHETIC little friend to die alone, now, would we?"
Germany spun around to find the source of the voice blocking the doorway. He found himself staring into the face of the man Italy had been seeing in his reflection - not that he knew that part. Grinning maliciously, the strange Italian idly twirled a knife between his fingers while studying the taller man, much like a cat staring down a mouse.
"Who are you?" Germany asked, puzzled by this strange man who looked very similar to the one passed out on the floor.
"Don't you remember me? I'm Italy Veneziano," he smirked.
=^w^=
"What? Your brother kicked you out of your own house?" Spain's face showed his complete and utter confusion. "Italy? Kicked you out?"
"Shut up, Spain… I'm not in the mood for you to be all fucking perplexed at me," Romano complained. His complaining was inevitable, even though he was the one who showed up at Spain's house.
"Well, Romatoma, you can stay with me until you get un-kicked out of your house! Just like when you were little!" Spain smiled.
Romano opened his mouth to refuse, and quite rudely at that, but as he wasn't a complete idiot, he realized he had no better options. "I… I guess so. I'll just go back home and grab some stuff first."
=^w^=
After Romano snuck into his house via the back door and gone to his room to get a few things, he took a look out the window. First fratello was acting weird, and now he starts dressing weird? Fuck it all, has he lost it?
As his brother clearly wasn't in the house if he was outside, Romano decided to leave through the front door since it was a shorter walk. However, as he walked to it….
"CHIGIIIIIII?! WHY THE HELL IS THAT FUCKING GERMAN TAKING A NAP IN THE HALLWAY?!"
Romano backed away, just in case his shouting woke the "potato bastard", as Roma called him, but he didn't even twitch. Odd. Now that he noticed it, there was a red stain on the floor that looked awfully similar to… Blood. Germany's or Italy's? Should he even care? He hated them both, didn't he? Growing paranoid, he looked into all the nearby rooms, anywhere a hitman could be hiding. He was even more shocked than Germany was to find his brother in the state he was in.
"Ch-che?! Wh-what the FUCK happened here?! Did they both go mad and try to kill each other? Oh, fuck my life! Who was that other guy? Are there TWO Venezianos? Oh, damn it! Who broke the mirror? Vene should KNOW that's bad luck…" Realizing he was rambling, Romano clamped his mouth shut and kneeled next to his brother. "Fratello...you're an idiot...but you can't just die like this!" Lowering his voice, he whispered, "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have left… But I won't rest until whoever did this is brought to justice..."
"Oh? And what do you plan to do about that, fratello?"
VivaAmerica here. *peeks out from under a blanket* As you can see, I am currently scared out of my wits for Romano's sake. *shivers* 'Cat here is an amazing writer (and didn't need an editor btw) so make sure to comment!
Oh look at that, Viva stole my italics… Oh well, no matter. You flatter me too much! Just because you didn't do much doesn't mean you weren't a huge help!
I can use bold if you'd like? XD
Hmm, that works. XD Grazie~! And thank all you lovely readers, too! Review please~!