Russia: HetaliaShadow does not own Hetalia, da?
Latvia: T-that's t-true...
Russia: kolkolkolkol
Latvia: D-don't hurt m-me...
Poland: Don't worry, he like totally won't
Chapter 5
Lovi fell onto the floor while England smirked down at him. England drew his pistol from his belt and pointed it at Lovi.
"Little Lovinio, loved by none. Everyone chooses your brother over you. Hungary, Austria, Germany, Prussia, and even your own grandfather. How does that feel Lovi?" England sneered.
The truth of that statement almost brought tears to his eyes. Almost.
Lovi flipped over and kicked away England's pistol surprising him. He jumped up and screamed,
"NOBODY CALLS ME LOVI EXCEPT ANTONIO YOU FUCKING TEA SUCKING BASTARD!" Lovi punched England in jaw.
England yelped in pain making America angry.
"Nobody hurts my Iggy!" Alfred yelled throwing the nearest thing at Lovi. It happened to be a lamp, but Lovi tripped so it missed him.
And very unfortunate for Alfred, it hit Hungry.
The fighting stopped for a moment as everyone waited for Hungary's reaction.
"America, did you just throw a lamp at me?" she asked far to calm
Alfred just gulped.
Hungry then whipped out her frying pan and started beating America with it. Prussia eager to win Hungary's love went to help. He held America while Hungry beat him with the pan. Germany stood outside the door, pistol pointed at England. Lovi ran out the door.
I'll get Spain's axe, I'll fucking kill him with Spain's axe. Lovi thought.
He grabbed the axe from the now Prussian car. Prussia had the black BMW painted like his flag and in silver he wrote, I am Awesome on the hood.
Lovi ran back into the house with the axe. Germany's pistol was still pointed at England who was on the ground.
"Germany, point that gun somewhere else. Like at your useless not-country brother."
Germany looked over to Prussia to see if he had heard. A look of pure pain flashed in the albino's red eyes. He had heard. Lovi watched to see what Germany would do. Hungry stopped beating the now unconscious Alfred.
One shot rang out and England screamed in pain. Germany had just shot his knee.
"Now you can be bushy eyebrow peg leg the pirate. Don't ever insult mein bruder again. If you do one more time, I will shoot America in front of you." Germany said coldly.
Lovi then walked forward with the axe. He could kill England and America. He could kill America then England. He could seriously wound America and make England feel his pain. But was it really fair to do that? Germany had shot him in the knee, didn't that count as punishment? No, it was for a different wrong. England hurt his Spain. England would pay.
England was on the ground clutching his knee moaning. With the flat of the axe Lovi hit him in the shoulder, breaking his collar bone and possibly shattering his shoulder blade. England's scream shattered the room. America woke up and howled at seeing his England hurt. Prussia and Hungry held him back.
With another swift smack of the flat of the axe Lovi hit England's leg, the one that wasn't shot, breaking whatever he hit.
"NO! ENGLAND!" America screamed from the iron grasp of Prussia and Hungry.
England was still conscious so Lovi put the ax down and raised England up by his neck.
"You're never going to hurt Antonio again, are you tea bastard?" Lovi asked evilly.
"N-No."England choked out.
Lovi threw England against the ground driving the wind from his lungs.
America saw England not moving and began to weep like a fool.
"Lovi, why?" America cried.
"He fucking deserved it; I felt the same pain you did because of him. Now he'll learn won't he?" Lovi replied.
England was now unconscious.
"Prussia and Hungry please release America." Lovi ordered.
They glanced at each other but complied. Lovi swung the axe cutting America's back from the right shoulder to his left hip.
"I would rather chop you both to bits but I must return home bastards." Lovi said leaving. He wiped the blood form Spain's axe in England's curtains.
Germany kept his gun trained on America as Lovi turned and left. Germany signaled for Hungry and Prussia to leave, which they did.
"America, take care of England will you? And for heaven's sake don't let England hurt Spain or Lovinio. Because if that happens, you two will be in deep shit, am I understood?" Ludwig said gun skill trained on America.
"Alright. Just leave now." America said shaking.
Germany backed out of the house, closed the door, and then lowered his gun. Lovi was in his Porsche and Prussia in his BMW.
His now Prussian BMW. Germany sighed and walked to his Porsche.
Prussia drove away and Hungry followed.
Ok, Ludwig thought, I'm not going to go back to my house now, don't want to know what they'll be doing.
"Thank you, Germany." Lovi said looking out the window.
The axe was on the back seat. And wait, did Lovinio just call him Germany?
"You're welcome, Lovinio."
"Will you drive me home already potato bastard?"
"Yes, it's in Rome right?" Ludwig asked driving
"No, it's in Spain, retard." Lovi said
"Of course." Germany said giving one of his rare smiles.
They drove in silence; the drive took about three hours so it was now some unknown time in the night/morning. They arrived at Spain's house and Germany opened the door. The smell of pasta greeted him.
"VE~! Germany!" Feli yelled jumping into his arms.
Germany's face broke into a wide, uncharacteristic grin. He had really missed Feli.
"Did you take care of Spain?" Ludwig asked.
"Hey Germany!" Spain said walking into the room slowly.
"You're walking already!" Ludwig exclaimed.
"Yes, I am. Now, where is Lovi?" Antonio asked
Just then the elder Italian's arms wrapped around Spain from behind. Then Lovi said very quietly so only Antonio could hear him.
"I'm home, you tomato bastard."
England: Writer#2 and I are sitting and drinking tea while listening to British rock music. I must say this is quite fun.
America: And you don't want to spend time with the hero? Your lover?
England: Oh shut up you git. Tea for reviewers.