"So sad, so sad. I killed him. So, sad, So sad."
A small Italian looked up, his face red, puffy and tear stained. He tried to stifle a sob as he saw the tall figure. He crouched closer to his elder brother and the body they were protecting. "G-Go away!" The small Italian tried to sound strong, but his voice cracked with fear.
The figure was grotesque. The creature couldn't be older then a teenager, but it was hard to tell. It's clothes were torn, burnt and splashed with brown mixed with fresh red. The flesh was half rotten, maggots carelessly looping in and out of the pale grey-green flesh. The girl, the Italian finally decided, had grey soft looking eyes, a messy head of short blonde hair, and a face full of nightmares. She grinned, causing blood to dribble down her chin. The teeth were razor sharp, but cracked and yellow. Her mouth seemed too long for her face as it almost reached to her ears. She held a long, bloodied knife and raised it, licking the dripping substance. It sparkled in the moon-lit night. "So sad. So sad. Peel that pig and slice him thick. Peel that pig and slice him thick."
The small Italian swallowed, shaking with fear and huddling next to his brother. He was frozen with fear. Not that it mattered, his leg was broken and his brother's ankles were twisted. They weren't going anywhere.
The older Italian brother wiped his eyes. "Get away, bitch! Take another step and I'll blow your head off!"
The elder raised a small hand gun and clicked it. The figure limped closer, the grin growing if it was even possible. "So sad. Not loaded, not loaded. Peel that pig and slice him thick."
The younger squeaked. "B-Bella, please! Don't do this! W-We're almost family! You lived with us! You're like our sorella, our sister!"
The girl was nearly on top of them and laughed, spreading little chucks of meat and blood on both of the brothers and the body. "So sad! So sad!" The elder winced as he held his brother tight. "Essere forte, fratello."
Bang!
Thump!
Both of the Italians yelped as Bella fell, landing on them. They shut their eyes tightly until they realized she wasn't moving. "B-Bella?"
"Are you two alright?" The Italian brothers looked up to the heavy German accents to see a burly blond with his hair slicked back and a albino with messy silver hair. They were both armed with machine guns. Where did they get those? "What's your names?"
The smaller swallowed. "I-I'm Feliciano and this is my older brother Lovino. A-And this is Antonio..." He sadly gestured to the unmoving body.
"Idiota! You just don't give out our names that easily!"
"What else are we supposed to do, fratello? We aren't going anywhere!"
The albino smiled and chuckled. "What's wrong? Your legs broken?"
Lovino glared at him. "If you haven't noticed, fucker, yes. Yes they are."
The blond sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I apologize for my brother. It was been pretty tough for us, as it must have been for you. We can carry you back to our place if you want. Or bury your friend."
"Friends." Feliancio corrected. "She was a friend too. I-I think they'd want to be buried next to each other..." The elder glared at his brother, but sighed.
"Fine. Let him be buried next to his killer. See if I care." He grunted as he tried to stand. "Damn this hurts..."
The albino smirked as he looped a arm around the Italian. "We'll take you back, don't worry. Come on, Lutz, we should go before more show up. They travel in packs."
Lovino cursed and thrashed, but his efforts were in vain. His younger brother just let the blond pick him up effortlessly like a doll. "C-Can we take them too please?" The Germans exchanged glances, but the burly one just shrugged. "Sure. Come on, Gilbert, help me with this."
The albino's face twisted in disgust as he lifted Bella to rest on his shoulder. "This is hell of nasty, Lutz.."
"Just do it you big baby." Feliciano looked up to see the Spaniard's face almost next to him and gasped. His face was twisted cruelly as he was missing one eye and the skin covering his jaw was gone. The small Italian shivered as he remembered that Bella had ate them.
"U-Um, excuse me. What's your name?"
The blond German looked over and smiled a bit. "My name is Ludwig and this is my older brother Gilbert." The Italian in Gilbert's arm scoffed. "Seriously? Jesus, what did you do? bench press a truck?"
"No, I used to carry barrels of beer in our father's pub. Which remonds me, is where we're going."
Feliciano stayed silent and looked at his dead friend. "Can we bury them there?"
"Sure."
"Grazie."
"Ouch, you potato bastard, that hurts!"
Ludwig sighed as he just tighten the splint. "It's the only way it'll heal."
Feliciano smiled meekly at the other side of the table and gingerly touched his own spilnt. "Thanks again for letting us stay. We must be a burden,"
Gilbert ginned at the other side of the table. "Hey, it's really no problem. I was about to think Lutz and I were the only sane people on this island. How old are you guys anyways?"
"I just turned 19 last month I think. Lovino is 22."
"What really? Hey Ludwig, Feli is the same age as you!"
Feliciano smiled as he looked around the pub. It was mostly empty, but the German brothers seemed to have a good supply of food, but like everyone else, it was running out quickly. They darkened the glass windows with wood so nothing can get in or out when the door was locked. Feliciano felt safe. Lovino huffed as Ludwig finished with the ankle sprain."What time is it?"
"Since we rescued you?" Ludwig looked at the clock on the wall. "It's 7 am."
His look darkened a little as he struggled to get up from the chair. "I want to go outside. Other potato bastard, take me out." Gilbert stuck his tongue out, but got up anyways. "Ja. Why not?"
Gilbert put an arm around Lovino and helped him limp outside.
Feliciano stayed silent as Ludwig began to clean up, but he finally decided to speak up. "Ludwig, were there other people living here with you? I mean, after the End."
The German sighed. "Ja. But They left. One left to seek someone, and the other died."
"Your father died?"
"Yep. He wasn't Immune like us. He was actually out adoptive father. I never knew my reall parents. We loved him no less though. Before he turned crazy his last request was to kill him. It's nuts, but I did it. Mein older bruder couldn't do bring himself to do it."
The Italian meekly smiled. "I never knew my parents either. We were always in foster homes. When I turned 15, we had no where to go. No one would take us. My fratello's boyfriend let us stay with him and his older cousin from Belgium. Antonio and Bella. As you can guess, Bella wasn't Immune. She went crazy and killed Antonio last night."
Ludwig gave Feliancio a sad look and sighed. "I'm sorry. Do you want to rest? You haven't slept since 3."
The Italian smiled and nodded. "Si. And thank you Luddy, for taking us in."
"Ja."
The elder Italian hobbled over to the soft lump of loose dirt and crouched to his knees. Gilbert, a little alarmed, but stepped back, letting Lovino have his time with the buried corpse.
"Hey you idiota bastardo. I know your listening to me. Your probably in Heaven right now with Bella. Tell her I said hi and I won't forget the waffles she'd make us. Also tell her I forgive her for killing you. She's too sweet to gp to Hell anyways. I miss you already, stupid. I miss you calling me a tomato and I miss your kisses." Lovino tried to stifle a sob. Tears were slowly making trails down his face. "Idiota! Come back you son of a bitch! You better not be in Hell!"
Gilbert put a hand softly on Lovino's shoulder. "Hey, it's ok. Don't worry, if he was in Hell, he'd still be alive right now, won't he?" As much as Lovino wanted to spit in Gilbert's face, he couldn't. He spoke the truth. They were all in Hell and would be until they died.
"I miss him so much..." Lovino whispered as balled his fists.
"You guys were boyfriends?"
Lovino shot Gilbert a nasty glare. "If you are a homophobe at this time of the world, I'm gonna rip your neck and-"
"Hey, Hey calm down, Jesus. I think it's cute. I'm a bisexual."
Lovino sighed. "I guess.. Take me back inside, fucker, it's too hot."
Gilbert grinned then looked up at the orange sun. "Ja, we should. Just give me a second, I'm waiting for a friend."
The Italian raised his eyebrow. "A friend? I thought you and your brother are alone."
Gilbert smiled and kept his eyes glue to the sky. "Kind of. Oh look! You see?" The albino pointed excitedly at a nearby burnt tree. A yellow canary sat contently on a tree branch. The albino grinned. "I named him Gilbird. He comes here every morning. It's weird, he doen't have a nest, he just sits there for an hour and just stares at me. I think he's some sort of guardian angel."
"I think your crazy, bastardo."
"Maybe. But it is remarkable that he's still alive. It a mircle that any of us are, let alone Immune. Every time I see him, I count my blessings."
Lovinio rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Help me up."
Gilbert sighed and helped the smaller brunette up to his feet and looped an arm around his waist, leading him inside.
A/N- I'm sorry! I killed Belgium and Spain! Spamano, used to be my OTP lol... Don't worry, I think I'm going to kill off more characters lol. Which reminds me, I'm going to try to involve all of the main Allies, Axis and Nordics even! I don't know how this is gonna turn out, so if you have a suggestion, PM or review! Or both ;3 Thankies!
-Italian Nightmares
