Gilberts hand was shaking once he pressed his sword to opponent's throat. He was breathing heavily and water from his hair dripped to the marble floor.
"Give… back… to my brother… what you stole from him."
His opponent glanced at him without any expression. His eyes were empty. And unusually purple. But Gilbert wasn't one to judge: He had deep blood red eyes which gleamed in roaring temper and anger. But his opponent's eyes were empty. Not dull, but cold. As well as his expression. One could assume that he had no feelings at all.
"I haven't stolen anything from your little brother."
"You have!", Gilbert snapped.
"It was a fair deal. He knew exactly what was approaching him – I kept nothing a secret."
"What have you done to them?"
"To who?"
"His feelings."
"Let me show you something…"
"No tricks! I will kill you without hesitation, if you play some games with me!", Gilbert was breathing like an animal.
"I promise, no tricks."
The red eyed took down his sword.
"Come forth."
Gilbert's eyes widened, when a slim figure appeared from the shadows of the hall. Pale rosy skin with an olive undertone, reddish brown hair, amber colored eyes. He was covered more or less in a blanket and wore a stone on a leather whang around his neck. The stone glowed and changed its color.
"Hello.", a thin voice said.
"What… who…?", Gilbert almost dropped his sword.
"I gave your brother's feelings to him. You may excuse, he's a little insecure, he is alive again only for a little while."
"Alive again?"
Suddenly something hit Gilbert's head and everything went pitch black.
A/N: I am still not sure if Italy should be Fem!Italy or just male… what do you think?