Spain woke up with a pain in his back. He looked to his side and saw Romano laying awake next to him. His leg was shaking slightly and Spain could tell that he was in pain as well. Romano looked at Spain, they were thinking the same thing. Some of their people were killed last night.
France woke up with an awful ache in his belly, "Oui, this didn't come from my food." He didn't want to admit it to himself but he knew it was true. Some of my people were killed last night.
Germany woke up with a major headache as he tried to remember what he had done the previous night to get one. "I didn't do anything out of the ordinary last night, that means..." It was hard for him to say out loud. Some of my people were killed last night.
Poland woke up with a sore arm, he looked around. "Pony!" He called. His pony came into the room and Poland began stroking him. "Pony, this wasn't because I slept on my arm was it?" Some of my people were killed last night.
Austria woke up with his head resting on piano keys. His chest was throbbing and Hungary was looking at him concerned. "You looked really pained in your sleep," She said. "I think something happened." He replied. Some of my people must have been killed last night.
All 5 of those nations called an emergency meeting. There was a bit of confusion at first but they managed to get everyone to come to a meeting in Germany. Every country arrived by noon and Germany, like always, led the meeting.
"So, last night, there were killings in Spain, South Italy, France, Poland, Austria, and my own country. We don't know if all of these killing are connected or not but is definitely a problem that we need to resolve."
"Why are we here if this doesn't involve us?" Oliver asked, though he was just putting on a show, he knew all too well what happened last night.
"For all we know the killer could be coming after your country next!" Romano yelled.
Oliver held his hands up in defence. Germany shook his head, "Despite how rudely it was stated, that's true, we don't know if this person or persons will continue killing in other areas."
"Dudes! It's alright, cuz I'm the Hero and I'm going to find the killer!" Al said in a surprisingly accurate hero voice. He had been confronted by every nation so far about his new appearance and he gave them all the same answer. I dyed my hair when I was drunk and I just thought that this outfit looked good with my new hair.
Pretty much everyone in the conference room rolled their eyes at his comment and the meeting continued as if he had not said a word.
By the end of the meeting, most countries bordering the attacked ones agreed to keep and eye out while the rest of the countries simply stayed neutral.
When Germany finally let everyone go, Oliver and Al drove to Italy's house to have a meeting of their own. When they all go there, they sat in the living room to discuss their next move.
"Everyone is cautious now but that's not good enough," Italy smirked, "Let's make them afraid of their own shadows."
Luciano already knew what was next, "We need to kill a nation,"
"I thought that wasn't possible," Al said, "Not without killing all of their citizens that is."
"Actually, I have a poison that when it enters a nation's blood stream, makes every one of their citizens drop dead." Oliver said evilly.
All four of them chuckled at the thought. "Ooo, let me kill someone," Luciano said, "I'm sick of being stuck in this house all day."
"No, I need to do this one myself," Italy said, "I'm going to have fun with this kill." He began to laugh evilly as the other's leaned in to hear the nation's name. When they did, they too began to laugh.
The next morning, Germany called Italy and said that he wasn't feeling well enough to hang out that day. Italy pretended to pout and eventually Germany hung up on him. Italy smiled, his plan had worked perfectly.
Italy the dialed his brother.
"Ciao?"
"Ve! Ciao fratello! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm not doing anything today anyway. Why don't you come over here, Spain will be out all day so we'll have his house to ourselves."
"Yay! Thank you fratello! I'll be over right away! Ciao!"
"Ciao,"
Italy hung up and slipped on white gloves before he left. An hour later he arrived at Spain's estate and knocked on the door. It took longer that he expected for Romano to open the door but that was probably because he was limping from Italy's attack the previous night.
As soon as Romano opened the door, Italy threw himself onto Romano. "Ciao, Fratello!"
"Hey, get off of me!" Romano yelled.
Italy let go of his brother, "Sorry fratello, can I come in?"
"Yeah, whatever." Romano stepped aside to let Italy in and closed the door behind him.
Around noon, Italy got hungry. "Hey fratello?" Italy asked.
"Hm."
"Can we go out and get some lunch?"
"I don't know, it was hard enough to walk to the door,"
"Come on fratello, it'll be fun!"
"Fine," He said finally giving in.
"Yay!" They both got into Italy's car and Italy began driving towards and alley way where Luciano was waiting for them.
They got to the alley and Italy stopped the car, Romano was confused, "Where are we? I don't see a restaurant here, I don't see anyone here."
Italy ignored his brother and opened the passenger side window. "Why are you opening the window if we are just going to get out of th-"
Romano was cut off by Luciano reaching his hand through the window, placing a white rag over Romano's mouth. Romano struggled and looked to his brother for help. Italy gave him an evil smile and Romano passed out.
Luciano proceeded in cuffing him and stuffing him in the back seat. Italy then drove to England's house.
Romano, like America, woke up much sooner than he should of. He sat up and and tried to rub his aching head. When both of his hands moved up instead of just one of them he looked at his hands.
"Why the hell am I handcuffed?!" He yelled.
Luciano looked behind him and saw Romano awake and staring at his hands. "I guess drugs don't work as well on nations as they do on humans." Luciano commented.
"I guess not," Italy replied.
"Italy, what the hell is going on?" Romano yelled.
"Why did we keep him alive again?" Luciano said rubbing his head.
"What? Fratello, what the hell is he talking about?"
"Because I want him to see what I am doing," Italy replied, ignoring his brother.
"ITALY!"
Italy slammed on the brakes and glared at his brother angrily, "What?" He asked harshly.
This outburst shock Romano and he struggled to get the words out of his mouth. When he did, he was yelling, "What the hell is going on?"
"You have the honor of being a sacrifice so that I can accomplish my goal." Italy replied.
Luciano smirked, "In other words, you are going to die."
Any normal person in the world right now would be scared and confused, but, come on now, we're talking about Romano here, he's going to get angry.
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
"You are going to die so that all of the nations will be afraid of their own shadows." Italy said coldly.
Romano was unsure on how to respond to this, "What?!"
Romano could see the furry in Italy's eyes, "You're. Going. To. Die." Italy slowly began driving again, Romano was speechless. Not too long ago, Italy was a happy idiot and now he seemed bloodthirsty. Romano looked around for another thing to complain about and he saw Luciano.
"Who the hell are you?" Romano asked.
"Long story short, I'm dark Italy," Luciano said, "For whatever time you have left, call me Luciano."
That last part rang in his head, for whatever time you have left, what was that supposed to mean. They arrived at England's house and both Italys got out of the car. Luciano opened the back seat door and took out a knife. "Get out," He commanded.
Romano did the best he could to get out with his hands cuffed, but Luciano ended up pulling him out by the collar. Luciano continued to hold onto his collar as he lead Romano inside.
"Get the fuck off of me," Romano grumbled. He shook around a bit to try to loosen Luciano's grip but he only held on tighter. Luciano pulled his collar up somewhat to choke him and Romano gagged.
"Alright, alright." He said, Luciano stopped choking him and forcefully pushed him forwards. "Why are we at England's house anyway?"
"You'll see," Italy said. They walked to the basement where Al and Oliver were waiting for them and France was sitting in the corner with his arms around his knees, rocking like a baby.
"Good job, Al, good job, Oliver." Italy said.
"Al? Oliver?" Romano said, "That's not even their human names,"
"Oh but they are, you see, that's not America and that's not England," Italy smirked, "Just like this," He motioned towards Luciano, "Isn't me. The real America and England are living in my basement." Italy smirked.
"And what about France?" Romano asked.
"He's real, but he won't be for long." Italy said, "Alright, you first," Italy looked at Romano and took a knife out of his sleeve. He began walking up to Romano.
Romano panicked, "What the hell man? What are you going to do?" He let out a small yell when Italy cut his arm, he paused to a moment, confused because they had told him he was going to die. "That's it?"
"For now," Italy said, "Just until Leo and Francois get here."
They were all silent until Leo climbed out of the portal. Leo and Luciano hugged then Leo turned to Romano.
"Ah, Lovino, nice to meet you." Leo said. Luciano whispered something in his ear. "Oh... Well, Lovino, nice knowing you."
Al stared at Leo who didn't have his usual blond hair, "When did you wash out the hair dye?" Al asked.
"I'm a natural blonde," He argued.
"I washed it out and hid his dye," Luciano explained.
"Ah..."
"Alright," Italy said, "Next, Francois," Italy walked up to France who started to rock even faster. He began mumbling in french as Italy came closer.
"Dieu aide-moi. S'il vous plaît ne me fait pas de mal. Restez à l'écart. Non non non non."(God help me. Please don't hurt me. Stay away. No no no no.) Italy yanked his arm away from his knees and made a cut on the same spot as he had cut all the others. France winced and stopped mumbling.
Italy dripped the blood into the portal and waited for the next 2p. When Francois came out, Italy gave him a quick briefing and along with France's keys. Francois and America soon left.
All four Italys and France all got into Italy's van(he knew he would have a lot of people to drive so he rented a van rather than driving his car.) and Italy drove back to Spain's estate.
Romano noticed this, "Why are we going back to Spain's house?"
"Because we can't just have you disappear, never to be seen again." Italy said, "Oh, no. All of the nations need to see your mangled body and Spain will most definitely grieve and tell someone."
"You sick bastard!" Romano yelled, "What did you do to my fratello, because I know you're not him."
This made all of the 2ps and Italy laugh, "Oh, but I am him fratello, I'm just not putting on my stupid happy act for you anymore." Italy said with a smirk.
"Don't call me that, you are not my fratello!"
The 2p laughed even harder as Italy tried to stop so he could talk. "Fine, whatever you want, but I am your fratello."
"Fuck you! My fratello would never do something like this!"
Italy couldn't hold it back anymore and started laughing his ass off like the 2ps in the car. After a minute Italy finally stopped, "Oh yes he would, oh yes he did."
Romano did the best he could to glare, through Francois and Leo, at Italy from the back of the van.
When they got to Spain's estate Luciano pulled Romano out of the van. Italy stepped out and told Leo to stay in the car with France. After pouting for a moment, he agreed and Italy entered the house with his spare key.
Luciano brought him inside and sat him down on his own couch. Italy dropped a knife out of his sleeve and Romano stared at it.
"Be glad that's I'm letting Luciano at you after you're dead." Italy said with a smirk.
Romano gulped nervously and looked up, "Ti amo, Spagna."(I love you, Spain.) He whispered to himself.
"Addio, mio caro fratello,"(Farewell, my dear brother.) Italy said before throwing his knife into Romano's skull. The force was so strong that the handle poked out the front of his head and the edge of the knife poked out of the back of his head.
Italy looked at Luciano who was grinning widely, "Luci," He said, "break Spain's heart." With that Italy left the room to let Luciano make a horror show of Romano's body.
For anyone who is a big fan of Spamano, I suggest not reading the next chapter. The great idea hit me when I wrote the thing about Leo's hair. So for anyone who doesn't want to read the tragedy that I plan to write, I will also write a short summery in chapter 5. Also I'm sorry to anyone who really liked Romano but I had to do it. And the France thing was just because they had enough people to capture another nation in the same day. Anyway, I'm going to start on the next chapter so expect it to be out soon. Ciao!
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