Last time we checked in, it was revealed that Italy Romano has the same mystical power that Italy Veneziano has apparently inherited. With two mystical Italys running around the face of the globe, what could befall on the both of them? Stay tuned and find out!
And uh…I'll figure out something for the other guys to do…
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Everyone stared at the magical Lovino, grinning at Feliciano as if he was shocked as well. However, he kept his calm look on his face, only allowing a glance toward Ludwig, who was sitting there with a blank look on his face.
"Are you ready, Feliciano? Cause I am!" He jumped into the air. "Rosario Impale!"
Feliciano jumped out of the way as several light spears charged into the ground, retaliating with light spears of his own. This repeated itself for a period of time, while the other countries were forced to watch from the sides, reflecting any attack that somehow came in their direction. The most shocked out of all of them, surprisingly enough, was Ludwig. He tried to stand, the cross still hurting his side.
"Stay still before you hurt yourself…" Francis held his side. "Réparer."
Ludwig stared at him in confusion before noticing that a white light had actually came out of his fingertips, healing the wound on his side. He was able to stand with ease, so he stared at the Frenchman with a blank look on his face.
"What? With everything that has happened, I can't help but take a few looks into the magic arts." He grinned. "I'm helpful now, no?"
"…thanks."
He stared at the two Italian brothers fighting each other, a shocking conclusion ringing through his head. Holy Roman Empire…his obnoxious desire that he had so long ago…had taken over his lover's body and mind. In that sense, it was as if Feliciano was no longer in his own body.
Then where the hell would he be?
He suddenly found himself thinking the impossible: perhaps Feliciano had indeed been killed when he fell off that cliff to save his life? Germany shook his head, dismissing the thought. There was no way Feliciano would die that easily…not like that (even if he is just a porcelain doll with nerve endings and blood vessels)! But where would he be?
"Gah!"
A light ray barely missed Seychelles, being pulled back by none other than her bipolar boyfriend. It ended up completely creating a crater in the wall, upon which Lovino jumped into and propelled himself toward his possessed brother. Ludwig turned toward Seychelles and saw that she was still in his arms.
"Geez, are you getting heavier?" He asked.
"No, you're just getting weaker." She answered, standing up as if she was used to the bipolarism. "Stop being such a baby."
My god, this is a regular occurrence… Germany thought.
"Here I come, fratello!" Lovino spun in the air. "Pomodoro Meteor!"
As he was spinning in the air (in such a speed that Feliks was getting dizzy just looking at him), bright red rocks rained upon his brother. In some form of inhuman awesomeness, Feliciano was able to dodge all of them. Once he stopped spinning, he was right in front of his brother's face.
"Bianco Lancia."
Five seconds later, a white lance skewered his stomach. Feliciano lowered his weapon, allowing his brother to slide right off and fall toward the ground. Antonio hit the ground running and was quick to catch his beloved tomato before he could crash into the marble floor.
"Lovi! Stay with us, mi amor! Lovino!"
"…did you just fucking call me that?"
He sat up, to the delight of the Spaniard. Of course, it didn't solve the problem of the gaping hole in his stomach…but at least he was conscious. Antonio held him close (much to his protest) as Germany and America stood in front of them, hands out for the punching.
"You did well, Lovino!" Alfred punched his fists together. "Now let the hero handle this!"
"Do you even know what you're doing?" Ludwig asked.
"Yeah! Kicking his ass!"
"That really isn't the-"
"HERE I COME!"
He charged toward Feliciano, his arms glowing his country's colors. He started punching as fast as he could, the Italian quickly able to get out of the way. As he was in the air, Alfred turned around, his fingers out as if they were guns.
"Vash!" He called. "Let it rip!"
"Don't boss me around!" The scanner appeared over his eyes. "Le pistole sono caricate! [Guns are loaded!]"
"You're going down, Holy Rome!" Wait…were America's fingers glowing?
"ONE THOUSAND STARS!"
Out of nowhere, they started shooting star-shaped bullets toward him (how America shoots out of his fingers, we'll never understand). The bullets sparked up a cloud around Feliciano, making them wonder if their bullets had actually made contact. The cloud settled, and there was a crack in an otherwise unharmed barrier.
"Lei prende penoso... [You're getting troublesome...]" He lifted his hand. "Vattene. [Begone.]"
A wave of air tossed the two countries into the walls. Almost immediately, Wang Yao jumped as high as he could, hovering just over Italy's head. He took a deep breath and looked at Feliciano straight in the eye.
"Kūqì de xióngmāo!"
The screech ended up making sound waves that looked like panda heads (cause apparently, serious or not, their attacks can't take themselves seriously). Feliciano quickly flowed through all of them, barely noticing that Kiku had teleported right in front of his face.
"Eien no jōka... Souru, muryō!"
The blade cleaned right through Feliciano's stomach, tossing him downward. The cloud hovered over them as Kiku landed in front of Wang Yao and Germany, who was now shocked on what just happened. He sheathed his blade and closed his eyes.
"That blade is powered by England's magic." He stated. "It's an exorcist ability…allowing the original mind to achieve control of its body."
"It hasn't failed me before." Arthur grinned, closing his book.
Everyone stood there in silence as the dust cloud hovered over Feliciano's body. Suddenly, they saw movement. They tensed as the shadow was revealed to be Feliciano, his head down and still bearing his holy robe. Ludwig saw the fragility in his figure, and found himself relaxing.
"Lei non ha riuscito. [You didn't succeed.]"
A wave of energy came from his hands, tossing everyone off their feet. Ludwig was the first on back upright, seeing the fire dog jump by his side as Feliciano walked to just a few feet in front of the surprised German. Behind him, he heard Arthur ask himself just how the attack failed him.
"L'ho pensato ha saputo questo, Ludwig. Lei non può restituire ciò che è già morto. [I thought you knew this, Ludwig. You can't bring back what is already dead.]"
He froze. It couldn't be…
"È stato morto poiché la sua caduta dalla scogliera...and ha lungo da ha lasciato questo mondo."
"Hey!" Alfred looked at Ludwig. "Translate, will you?"
"…he said that…Feliciano had indeed died from that fall." [A/N: He actually said "He's been dead since his fall from the cliff...and has long since left this world."]
The whole room went into dead silence. Before they knew it, his throat was grabbed, and Feliciano was carrying him straight up in the air. No matter how hard Ludwig pulled, he couldn't pry his fingers off his neck. The air was slowly being cut out of his lungs.
"Ich werde gute Sorge von ihm nehmen...just, wie Sie immer machen wollten. [I'll take good care of him...just like you wanted to do.]" He smiled. "Good-bye."
The grip started getting tighter and tighter, and Ludwig twitched. Everyone charged toward him, but to no avail: a barrier separated the two of them, strong enough that even Roderich and Ivan combined cannot separate them. Suddenly, the heat in the room shot up. That's when they realized that the dog was starting to act on its own will. He bit Feliciano's arm, causing him to jump back and drop the German.
"Germany!" Elizabeta tried to walk through the barrier.
"West!" Gilbert called to him. "Talk to me!"
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" He croaked out, his head turned up.
Feliciano was staring at his arm, revealing the burn marks where the dog had made his bite. That dog was growling, his back to Ludwig, in a protective stance. He slowly stood, realizing that the flames were flickering and a voice was echoing in the air.
"Don't you dare...do that again."
T-that voice…!
Everyone watched as the flames started to surround the dog, forming a small tornado. Feliciano seemed to be the only one who wasn't shocked at what was going on, as if he was expecting something like that to happen. Ludwig stared at the tornado as the voice echoed out yet again.
"The Holy Roman Empire I knew would never do something as heartless as this…Doitsu would never do this willingly."
The tornado separated, revealing that the fire dog had achieved a new form. It was now in the guise of a human, somewhat frail-looking, but hiding a hidden strength that wasn't there before. Slowly, he turned toward Germany with a familiar smile on his face. The German's eyes widened.
"…Italy?"
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Translations FTW.
[Réparer] FRENCH– Mend.
[Pomodoro Meteor] ITALIAN– Tomato Meteor (Yes…Tomato Meteor. I can get away with Maple Fist, right?)
[Bianco Lancia] ITALIAN– White Spear
[mi amor] SPANISH– my love
[Le pistole sono caricate!] ITALIAN– Guns are loaded!
[Lei prende penoso...] ITALIAN– You're getting troublesome…
[Vattene.] ITALIAN– Begone
[Kūqì de xióngmāo] CHINESE– Cry of the Panda
[Eien no jōka... Souru, muryō!] JAPANESE– Eternal Cleanse…Soul, Free!
[Lei non ha riuscito.] ITALIAN– You didn't succeed.
[L'ho pensato ha saputo questo, Ludwig. Lei non può restituire ciò che è già morto.] ITALIAN– I thought you knew this, Ludwig. You can't bring back what is already dead.
[È stato morto poiché la sua caduta dalla scogliera...and ha lungo da ha lasciato questo mondo.] ITALIAN– He's been dead since his fall from the cliff…and has long since left this world.
[Ich werde gute Sorge von ihm nehmen...just, wie Sie immer machen wollten.] GERMAN– I'll take good care of him…just like you always wanted to do.
BWAHAHAHAHA…you thought he was dead, didn't you?
…
Yeah, probably not.