CHAPTER 4: Escape

"You guys have to stay away from Italy!" Romano warned. "I don't know what happened to him- but he's just crazy!" Prussia's eyes widen. "France..."

"France what?"

"He's stuck in the office with Italy."

All of them were silent.

"Why the hell are we wasting time! We have to go get hi- !" Romano felt a sharp blade push into his back. His eyes were filled with tears, as he started to fall forward. "Romano!" Spain yelled catching him.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Prussia panicked when he saw the Japanese man's glowing eyes. Japan looked down at his katana, with a shadow covering his face.

"I'm giving you three seconds to run."

"Before I kill all of you."

...

"1" He puts up one finger

"2"

Horror was spread all over the three countries faces, Spain picked Romano up bridal style and started to run with Prussia.

Italy was talking on the phone, as soon as he hung up, he started to hum.

France didn't dare move from his spot. "C'mon. Sing with me." The Italian started to sing. "Let's make a bet." He reached in his back pocket. "And this is no threat." He spun the bullet revolver. "There's only one bullet, so please don't fret."

France started to shake.

"...it's only Russian Roulette."

He pointed the gun at France.

Seychelles grabbed the paper from the printer, she's France's assistant today. "I can't wait to see brother France's face when he sees this!" She smiled to herself. And walks down to Spain, Prussia and France's office. "Oh Big brot-!"

BANG

Her eyes widened as she saw her brother fall to the floor.

"France!" She screamed. She looked over at Italy. "Why!?"

"It seems that he lost the game." The Italian whispered and threw the gun on the floor and started to walk towards Seychelles. The tanned girl dropped the papers and started to run down the hall.

Spain and Prussia run into the hospital, making everyone look over at them. "We need someone to help us!"

a group of nurses came over to help.

They took Romano and put him on one of the beds.

"Leave me here!" Romano said as they were pushing him away.

"Go find France!"

Prussia and Spain nodded as they ran back to the building.

Seychelles ran as fast as she could.

"Come back, bella!" Italy yells. "I just want to chat!"

"Stay away!" She turned her head to yell at him. She them bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" She popped back up.

"No, no it's fine." The tall man said in a thick Russian accent.

"Russia!"

"Hello!" He smiled. "Why are you running in the halls? That's not really safe-"

Oh yea- She almost forgot about Italy. "It's Italy! He's gone mad! He shot France!"

Russia frowned. "He what?" His aura suddenly grew around him.

"Italy knows it's not nice to shoot people..."

Seychelles ran past Russia.

"Where are you~?" Italy sang.

"Don't be like this, bella-" He bumped into Russia.

"Hey! Get out of my-...Hello...Russia." Gulped Italy.

Russia put a hand on Italy's shoulder and had a death grip on him. "I heard some bad things about you..."

"France?"

"...France! Dude! You can't be dead!"

"Shut up you git. I'm sure he's not dead-"

France groans and opened his eyes, he's still in the room. America and England kneeled beside him.

France quickly sat up. "Seychelles!" He yelled.

"Seychelles? what about her?" England asked.

"It's...She...We have to stop Italy!" He jumped up then fell back on the wall. America tried to tell him to stay down but France doesn't listen. He was shot in the shoulder.

Why didn't Italy kill him?

Its been so long since i've updated, im so sorry! ;;

this was laying in my old laptop for quite a while, well im off to update my other fics!

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