After The War

by Limphidora

Romano has gone missing during World War Two. He's finally found, but he's missed so much, the war has ended and everyone's cool with eachother again. He is labeled dead which didn't bode too well with Italy or Spain, but now that he's back, won't everything be awesome again? Well, his still harbors a large hate the counties who were the Allies and has the mindset of a soldier.

8. Obsessed

After The War

Chapter Eight: Obsessed

Hey! As promised, here is the next chapter! I updated within the same week as the chapter before this, can I get a brofist? ...Okay, maybe not then, but whatever. Also, damn, you guys (and girls) really like this story, I got eleven reviews on it when I posted last chapter, thank you all sooooo much! Now, let's answer the reviews:

Aabluedragon - It's good to see you again! Don't worry about To, Hetalia Away, I'll write the chapter today and hopefully post it tomorrow!

Jillzy17 - Thank you for reviewing so much! Get ready for some gore, or maybe not at all, who knows what awaits Romano in that basement XD

Spamano4ever - It's good to see you again too! Thanks for not murdering me with sticks, that's always a good quality in a friend! Poor Feli and Lovi, poor them indeed.

TheDeadOne28 - It's awesome to see you too, it's like a party all up in here! Yeah, the bathroom idea actually came from Christopher Titus. I don't know why they went drinking, but I'll make it up soon! Well, that really doesn't make any sense, needing to log in to log in, strange.

Updated Version! Gore has been scaled down a ton!

I'm scared, like really scared. I'm getting all sweaty and shit, my stomach is all in knots and I'm just staring at the bathroom door. I can hear strange noises coming from down the hall, there's all this grunting and every few minutes there's like cries. I think Spain and France are fighting, yeah, just fighting. I cover my ears, my cheeks heating up. STOP IT BRAIN! Spain and France are just fighting.

Okay, since they're fighting, they're going to be busy and won't notice me, this is my chance! I pull back the shower curtain and crawl out of the tub, inching closer to the door. I take my hands from my ears and, while sitting in front of the door, just stare a bit more at the door, wondering if this is really the best choice.

Should I? Should I really risk being caught sneaking out of the house again and receiving the consequences of that? Well, I might as well try, it really can't get much worse. I raise my right arm, grasping the silver, circular handle, dammit, my hand is shaking like a leaf. Ya know, I never really got that saying, shaking like a leaf, leaves don't really shake on their own. Anyways, I turn the handle and open the door, very slowly. I move so slow, I take time to look at my hand, it's really pale and skinny, it really has a feminine look to it, fuck. I don't want girl hands! No one will ever take me seriously!

I pull the door gently open, making sure to not let it creak. Oh God, the sounds are getting louder, they are definitely in the hall somewhere, fuck me. I look down the hallway, the doors are all open, no lights are on, but the moonlight is illuminating the hallway. I go down onto my stomach and begin crawling down the hallway.

I pass the first door, nobody's inside, it's all good. I make my to the second door, fratello's room, with confidence since I know he's passed out in the living room. I pass the second door with the same ease as the first door. My stomach is twisting into tighter knots as I approach the third door where all the sounds are coming from and, fuck, it's France's room.

I suck in a deep breath and crawl towards it, my head is now at the edge of the door frame and I peer in. Mother of Russia, I cannot unsee what I have seen, you don't want to know what I saw. You may think you do, but you really don't, I promise. I swallow, pushing my stomach down, hoping I don't vomit as I squeeze my eye shut and begin crawling across the doorway.

I try to block out the noises that are emitting from the room, but it's not really working. Okay, I've made it across the doorway of unspeakable things (France's room) and at the stairs. I start too carefully make my way down, but put my hand in the wrong place and slip, tumbling headfirst down the stairs. Shit, that made a lot of noise. I think they heard because the noises stopped and I hear some muffled speaking, I gotta move or I'm going to be found and who knows what'll happen then.

I get on my hands and knees and begin to crawl to the basement door which is beside the fridge in the kitchen. I can hear moving upstairs and more muffled speaking which only means they heard me and are going to murder me! Nah, they probably won't murder me, probably. I pass my passed out fratello who still looks very pathetic. Oh shit, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, I start speed crawling, getting to the kitchen just to hear Spain say with too much enthusiasm;

"I think it was Romano, maybe he wants to join us!"

Uh, no, I do not want to join you in that. I've made it to the basement door, open it, crawl inside, and close it as the disgusting duo (France and Spain) get into the kitchen.

"Aw, Roma's not here either"

My God Spain, why the hell do you sound so sad?

"It's okay mon ami, he's probably in his room, we can continue with him there"

Nope, nope, nope. I shudder, I am not doing anything with them, ever. I can hear their retreating footsteps and feel a great relief. I turn around, looking at the dark abyss which is the basement, the walls are concrete as the floor and stairs are. There's a slight switch above my head, lift my hand up and close my eye as I flip it and slight the room up.

I glance around, I guess my fears were unfounded, it's just a normal finished basement. It looks like the basement is split into two rooms, that means that the second room must have the cellar doors and the way out. I walk to the door with a grin, I am getting out of here, I'm going to be free. I'll come back though, one day, I can't just leave my brother to drown in his own insanity. I grip the doorknob and turn it with a smile on my face, as I open the door my smile freezes.

The entire second room was full of pictures of me, they were taped to the walls, on the floor. There was one attached to a punching bag, one on a pillow, one on a doll, and one on a broken TV.

On the walls, written in blood was my name, over and over in different sizes and different styles. There were also phrases on the walls in blood that said things like "I hate Romano", "Where did you go Romano?", "Please come home Romano, I miss you", "When I see you again Romano, I will kill you", "I love you Romano". Tears streamed down my face, I didn't want to really face the fact, but now I have to. My fratello is completely insane and is obsessed with me.

I fall to my knees, I guess I'm too weak to stand up, no that's not it. It's the fact that I now know wherever I go, fratello will find me, there's no escape for me. I can't go to Spain or France's house because they are probably just as insane as fratello. But wait, the cellar door, I could at least try. I could go to Russia, he wouldn't rat me out, his younger sister would probably kill me though. Japan, no he's friends with fratello. Egypt, perfect, he doesn't like ratello because he tried to capture him during WWII.

Shakily, I stand up, terrified, I take one last look around and shudder before stepping toward the cellar doors that could hold my only escape. I grab them and pull on them, then I see locks, padlocks, chains, the doors are locked and glued shut. I start to shake again and feel sick, oh so sick. My head feels slight and all I can think is, there's no hope, it's all over, you're going to die here, he's got you now.

I'm now lying on my back, I think I fell. Someone's screaming, wait, I think it's me. I can't move, what's wrong with me?! Darkness starts to take over my vision before swallowing it up and throwing me into the world on unconsciousness.