A/N: I've been neglecting this story for my other Hetalia one...so it's about time I update this quickly!
Ivan quietly stood thinking at the edge of his bed, his finger tapping at his mouth as he looked down at the clothes he had picked for the World Meeting a few weeks away in Spain.
"Hmm, oh Toris, would you come in here for a sec," said Ivan motioning with his hand for the LIthuanian to come inside throught the crack of the door. The brunette with a ponytail and simple buttoned shirt and suit pants gave a small grin and peaked inside the room.
"Yes?"
"Can you help me pick out which of my outfits will be best for the meeting? Spain is so sunny, warm and wonderful. I'm afraid most of my clothes are dull, old, and quite 'uncool'."
"Who said that?" asked the brunette as he stepped inside and began inspecting the clothes.
"Francis. He's coming over right now, so I want to have total rejects out of the way before he helps me pick out something," said the platinum-haired man.
"Oh Ivan, I don't think it really matters what you wear unless you want to impress-"
"Exactly. None of this will catch his eye," muttered Ivan to himself as he picked up a dark brown coat. As he stared at it in curiosity, Toris gaped back at the Russian in shock.
Impress...someone...could he mean...?
"Um, hey Ivan, w-when you say impress you mean make someone jealous or something...right?" the nation shook nervously.
"No, I mean the 'oh he is quite drop-dead sexy' impress...or of the sort. Francis said he'd teach me all that stuff. He said everyone loves 'drop-dead sexy' men and that i had potential. I don't really like it, but change will be good and has to get his attention."
"Hey Ivan, F-Francis is here. You better get him before he gets killed trying to flirt with Natalia," muttered Edward nervously as he poked his head through the Russian's bedroom door.
"I'll be there," said Ivan handing the coat into Toris's hands and happily walking out downstairs.
"Hey Edward...you don't suppose you know who he's trying to impress...do you? He's been ordering all sorts of cologne's and suits for this upcoming World Meeting."
"Oh that. -Sigh-. He's been asking me to help him out with all the online shopping. I don't know either, but I have a hunch it's-"
"-AND ALL THE LADIES, or men, WILL ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU~!" sung Francis from down the hallway as we walked inside the grey-wallpapered room, arm swung around Ivan's shoulder. Edward and Toris steered clear of the two's path, completely baffled of Francis's ability to touch Ivan and not be on the floor screaming in pain like they dealt with if they were ever to make such a tragic error.
"Oh hey there Edward and Toris? How's it going?" asked the Frenchman as he began to shove Ivan to the side.
"Oh hello, we're fine thank y-"
"Really/ That's sweet. Anyway i'll need you two to leave and stay away from this room for away. I have to strip him and make sure what I'm working with here," grinned the blonde as he brushed his blonde bangs pas this shoulder. Edward and Toris stood frozen with horror.
"Come come, i know your all very fond of Ivan but you must leave. Here i'll show you the way out," said Francis impatiently as he shoved the two out the room.
"But-!"
"Hey-!"
"Okay, bye bye now!" and with that the Frenchman slammed the door on their faces. Toris and Edward just glanced at each other and sighed.
"Well, this can't be any worse than the time Finland accidently walked on him while he was-"
"Hey Toris! There's a phone call for Ivan!" called out Katyusha from downstairs.
"Oh...c-coming!" cried the young man back as he and Edward headed down the hallway.
"-Sigh- So much is going on," muttered Edward as he tilted his head in exhaust almost.
"Yes. Especially that fight with Antonio and Gilbert, I mean, what was that all about?"
"True, have you heard the stories?"
"Yep; from a love's quarrel to a very drunk brawl, pent up frustration and anything in between. Honestly, I think Gilbert must have gone too far with a prank or something, you know how he is. But for Antonio of all people to snap?"
"Didn't they used to be best friends with Francis or something?"
"They were, but they had to split up; times change i guess."
"I suppose so."
The two stepped into the living room where Katyusha sat in a chair fixing a sleeve on her sister Natalia's uniform.
"Where's Ivan?" asked the girl raising both brows.
"He's busy...um...getting measured," mumbled Toris. At that Natalia twitched and gave a menacing growl.
"But i'll answer for him," grinned Toris as he grabbed on the phone, "who is it?"
"That's just it, I have no idea," replied Katyusha, "I don't recognize the voice, and they refuse to tell me.
"Oh, that's strange," replied Toris turning around. He cleared his throat with a cough as he raised the receiver to his mouth.
"H-Hello? May I ask who this is?"
"Your not Ivan...," muttered the voice in a low hushed tone. Toris raised a brow, not recognizing the voice.
"No. He's busy at the moment. Can I take a message for him."
"Alright. Tell him to go die."
"E...excuse me?"
At that all Toris could hear was a dial tone. He stared at the phone blankly as he hung it back in it's place.
"So, who was it?" asked Edward sitting in a nearby couch with his arms crossed. his smile quickly fainted at seeing Toris's paled face.
"It was a threat," he mumbled as he stared blankly at the wooden floor.
"A threat?" repeated the two sisters.
"To go die."
W-what's going on? W-why is big brother Antonio shooting at us?
Feliciano stares in horror under his covers through the dark windows watching small sparks of dirt sprinkling behind Ludwig as shots are fired. Antonio stands a good five meters away holding what appeared to be Vash's rifle in one hand, the other pointing it at an unmoving Austrian. The Italian began to shake in his seat.
He's scary! So scary! Just like last time! W-why is he being so scary! Why is he shooting at poor Ludwig!
"Heh, answer me will you? I haven't gotten all day. I have to get back home, I have things to do you know," grumbled Antonio almost bored. Ludwig turned his body towards Antonio.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What the hell are you doing out here with guns! What happened to Roderich!" yelled Ludwig angrily across the small field of grass seperating them.
"I'm the one with a gun, i'm the one who asks questions!" yelled Antonio back angrily, "now, which will it be? Your brother or this loser?"
Ludwig bit at his lip. As much as he wanted to yell at Antonio for referring to Roderich in such a demeaning way he couldn't afford to piss what appeared to be the same unstable Spaniard from the past night. He knew this was some sort of game. If this Antonio wanted, he could shoot his brother and Roderich right now. So why make Ludwig choose? Clearly not to make him uneasy that's for sure...he was already feeling that way just standing in the unstable Spaniard's presence.
"Why are you doing this?" is the only thing Ludwig could think of to buy him some time, "why are you being this way? You were never like this."
"Blah. Blah blah blah. That's all I hear. Seriously chatterbox, can you say anything more boring than this crap? I'm here, with two guns, ready to kill you. What's there more to know? Now, gimme that bastard. Toss him over here, doesn't matter, just gimme to him. I promise I won't kill him...right now," the Spaniard grinned pointing both weapons away but stepping on Roderich's chest.
"Ludwig, he's dying!" uttered Italy in the most quiet voice he could make, "there's bruises on his neck!"
That could only mean big brother Antonio choked Roderich! Why would he do that!
"I want you to guarantee me Roderich isn't dead," muttered Ludwig as he put his brother gently on the ground.
What am I going to do? Antonio is out of control. At this rate...he's going to definitely hurt someone.
"Feh. Good enough," said the man. He then turned his body towards Roderich and hunched over it. At first it seemed Antonio was just going to poke the man, but instead, he began to punch at his chest. Roderich let viscious coughs out of his mouth, causing panic to rise in Ludwig and Feliciano.
"Tch, this is actually quite fun!" grinned the brunette as he now used both hands to punch at the Austrian.
"Antonio stop! Stop it!" yelled Ludwig wanting to bolt towards the man, too afraid to leave his brother.
"I think he deserves it! After all, he let that stupid man take Romano from me! The bastard! I ought to-! I ought to..."
Antonio looked at the pistol he sat on the ground and gave a wicked smile.
"Agh...ahh...," whimpered Roderich trying to move his hands to rub at his sore skin but too weak to even look away from Antonio's own face.
"PLEASE DON'T KILL RODERICH!" screamed Feliciano swinging the car door open and bolting down towards Antonio.
"NOO!" yelled Ludwig finally leaving his brother's side.
Antonio looked up, his smile frozen as he grabbed tightly at the pistol.
"Romano...?" breathed Antonio as he slowly got up. Feliciano halted in his tracks and looked at the Spaniard genuenly confused till Ludwig tackled him to the ground.
"!"
Antonio looked almost in horror as Ludwig restrained the Italian from advancing any more towards him.
"Don't get any closer? Do you WANT to be killed you idiot? !"yelled the German as Feliciano squirmed.
"B-But Roderich! He's going to die! I have to save him! I don't want him being hurt anymore!" cried the Italian as small tears began to stream down his reddening face.
"H-hey," uttered Antonio. The two nations looked up, "w-why don't you let him go...?"
"What?" asked Ludwig.
"Let. Him. GO!" yelled Antonio. The man then swung his rifle right at Ludwig's face. The man winced as Antonio kicked him off of Feliciano. The Spaniard proceeded to bend over the boy and help him up as Ludwig yelled in pain.
"Romano! Romano Romano Romano! What are you doing here? I thought I told you you couldn't come~!" Antonio sung as he squeezed the confused brunette.
"W-wha..?" Feliciano uttered bewildered at Antonio's sudden soft behavior.
"Oh Romano I'm so sorry I made you cry! I'll stop right now, okay? Just stop crying!" cooed the Spaniard as he ruffled Feliciano's hair. The Italian looked down at Ludwig not knowing what to do. Ludwig signaled him to play along as Antonio smothered his face into the Italian's shoulder.
"G-get off of me you fool!" growled Feliciano summing up the best Romano voice he can make. He shoved Antonio away, close to Ludwig's reach that still lied on the ground. He leered at the stunned Spaniard.
"R-Romano...? What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you...? No Romano, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I upset you!" the man whined as he gave a small pout.
"Yes...you did! Y-you-!"
Feliciano nervousy looked at Ludwig who began crawling on the ground behind Antonio. The German motioned for Feliciano to do something.
'Do somethign extreme! Somethign that'll really startle him!'
'I can't! He's too scary!'
"You-!" Feliciano looked Antonio straight in the eye and immediately regretted it. Antonio's usual emerald green eyes were dull, hollow and almost lost. They had been replaced by an eerie red-autumn color. Under them were faint black lines, almost as if he hadn't slept in so long.
"...Romano...Romano is here...worrying about me...," whispered the Spaniard quietly to himself as he twitched his fingers, not really paying attention to the terrified stare Feliciano was giving him.
"Your so cute...look at your cute eyes...and your soft hair...," the man cooed as he ran his fingers through the Italian's locks. Feliciano flinched as Antonio grabbed tightly at the side of Feliciano's face, digging nails into the pale skin.
"Eep!"
"...but your mouth...something's different..."
"W-what...?" uttered Feliciano.
"My tongue," smiled Antonio as he went to press his lips against the Italian's.
"LU-LUDWIG! !" cried the terrified Italian.
"GRAAH!"
The blonde German threw himself at Antonio's legs and tackled the man down, his lips just brushing against Feliciano's.
"Ro-Romano? Romano!" cried Antonio as he tried to reach at Feliciano's legs desperately. Meanwhile the Italian dashed to Roderich's side, pulling half the man's body to his lap and rubbing delicately at his cheek. Ludwig held Antonio pinned to the ground on his stomach, holding both arms behind his back. Antonio kept kicking at the man on top of him, wanting to desperately escape.
"Antonio you bastard!" yelled Ludwig over
"No! NOOO! Romano! MY ROMANO!" growled Antonio as he thrashed violently, hitting the top of his head against Ludwig's chin. Feliciano looked back at Antonio who looked at him with those scary red eyes. They seemed to grow darker and darker the more violent Antonio got.
"Get the phone! Call someone! Anyone! Hurry Feliciano!" yelled Ludwig grabbing tightly at Antonio. The blonde felt a burning sensation with his arms locked around the thrashing Spaniard. It's as if Antonio's body temperature just spiked up along with his rage.
"Romano! Romano! Help me! It's me, Antonio! Spain! You love me! And their pulling us apart! Come back!" cried Antonio clawing into the ground. Feliciano put Roderich down after making sure he was still breathing. He dashed quickly to the car. He accidently caught his boot in a small hole, causing him to trip. And of all things, on top of Gilbert. Antonio went berserk.
"Romano? ! ROMANO!"
He finally pushed Ludwig off of himself and grabbed at the rifle lying on the ground. Feliciano panicked and tried getting up from atop Gilbert, only to find he had twisted his ankle.
"Eaah!" the boy cried as he sat against the Prussian's unconscious body and cringing in pain.
"Monster! You damn monster! You have to die! DIE DIE DIE!" he growled aiming at the Prussian. Soon wind behind him began to pick up, almost encircling around the area they all stood at, particularly Antonio, who's hair began to flutter wildly.
"R...Romano...?" breathed Gilbert craking his right eye open to see a fuzzy image of the Italian.
"Go away! Your useless! You deserve to be lonely! I'll never be alone! Not with Romano! Romano is mine! He'll always be mine! He'll never leave me! Never never never!" he screamed as he walked towards the Prussian and holding the rifle up at him with trembling arms.
"N-no...noo!" cried Gilbert as he pulled Feliciano into his weak arms. Feliciano, terrified, kept quiet as he stared wide-eyed at Antonio with a face full of pain and betrayal. Ludwig dashed up to run towards Antonio. But as he ran, he knew he'd be too late to stop the Spaniard.
"L-leave...my...Ro-Romano...alone...," the Prussian whispered quietly as he rubbed Feliciano, calming the boy down.
"Mine. Mine mine mine mine mine...," repeated Antonio almost in a trance. He took aim.
"ANTONIO!" screamed Ludwig with a terror stricken face.
A lone gun shot sounded followed by the blood splattered over Feliciano's face. Antonio stood quietly as he dropped the riffle at hand. He slowly turned past his shoulder to see Roderich holding his pistol with both hands.
"Die," the man uttered, struggling to hold his head up. Soon Antonio dropped to the ground, flat on his back. The man had been shot in the leg.
"Are you...okay...?" breathed Gilbert caressing at Feliciano's hair but all that could be heard was the Italian's crying and Ludwig 's frantic screaming.
Kiku quietly sat in a seat, waiting for someone to tell him anything.
He had gotten a very urgent and eerie call from Roderich a few days ago, about coming over and with an ambulance and maybe some officers. The Japanese man was heading to Arthur's home during that time and found it very strange. He did as he was told and when he arrived along with the ambulance, the sight before them was enough to make the man fall to his knees in astonishment. Gilbert was bleeding to death by an injury to the head, Ludwig was finished tying Antonio up, who was just covered in a mess of blood and dirt, and Roderich who seemed very pale and cold, in the brink of death. There they had found a rifle, which seemed quite similar to one Vash would own, and a pistol lying besides Roderich. But Ludwig explained it had only been them in the forest. Based on the story Feliciano and Ludwig had given, they'd have to wait till Roderich came to to explain to them what led to Antonio dragging him across the ground and threatening to kill him.
Antonio had been admitted into the hospital along with Gilbert and Roderich, but Ludwig and Feliciano couldn't stress enough how important it was to keep the man locked in his room and be watched at all times. When Kiku asked as to why they had tied Antonio even though he was unconscious and injured in that night, all Feliciano did was curl up against Ludwig.
"He's...something is definitely wrong with him...," is all Ludwig could mumble as he comforted the Italian when they loaded Antonio into a stretcher. As tired as he was, Ludwig himself made sure the restrains tied on Antonio as he was loaded in the back of the ambulance as tight as they could be.
"What do you mean wrong with him? Are you sure it wasn't just an emotional breakdown of some sort?" asked Kiku trying to write as much as he could down to later look over. It wasn't every day you hear of someone trying to kill your fellow nations.
"Oh no no no. It was...like he..."
"Possessed! He was! He was laughing maniacally and had this weird look in his eyes! H-he...he tried to kill everyone! He was so mad he made the wind move!" cried Feliciano now sobbing into Kiku's shoulders. The jet-haired man just stared surprised at Feliciano's accusations. Surely this isn't what happened. He looked up to Ludwig for another side of the story.
"It's true...it's all true...," is all Ludwig could say turning away.
So all Kiku had gathered was that Gilbert ran off for some unknown reason, Roderich, Ludwig and Feliciano had went off after a day to come find him, only to be assaulted by Antonio, who had been acting strangely the day before by unknown reasons Ludwig refused to disclose and tried to shoot them all.
"-and Feliciano's similarity to Romano is what triggered it," mumbled Kiku the second they arrived at the hospital as he pieced things together in his note pad. He immediately glanced up at Ludwig who was standing by a medical window where they were operating at Gilbert on the other side. The man looked very on edge and stressed; there must have been so much on his mind at the moment. It took only one poke of the pencil to snap him out of it. Ludwig turned to Kiku with a disturbed face.
"Oh...it's just you...I'm sorry Kiku...I'm very tired and.."
"Get some sleep, everything will be fine. Antonio's door and room are being monitored at all times like you requested your civilians to."
"Oh. Alright, thank you," mumbled Ludwig relaxing his tense shoulders.
"One thing though. Where is Romano right now? Didn't you say Antonio was 'delightfully' surprised to see the boy there, mistaking Feliciano for him?" asked the young Japanese male tilting his head for a response.
"Romano? Actually I was surprised to not see him there. He's usually with Antonio. He must have stayed home and not notice Antonio leave. It's still dawn so he's probably asleep. I should call him to make sure," said Ludwig heading toward the lobby of the hospital. Kiku followed. As the two entered, Feliciano came out of nowhere in tears.
"Ludwig Ludwig! Something's wrong! My brother! He isn't answering!" cried the boy grabbing at Ludwig's green uniform, "what if Antonio...what if Antonio did something bad to him?"
As reluctant as he was to go, the three of us got in his car and left. As much as Kiku wanted to stay to make sure nothing happened, he had to go. It wasn't like anything bad could possibly happen, right?
"Come here Lili," grinned Elizabeta as she waved her hand at the small blonde girl. The girl glanced at the hand nervously and finally took it in her own. The two women were in a thick forest, the sun barely rising in the horizon. The blonde girl had called the older Hungarian, asking for her assistance to help her find her brother Vash who had gone out in the middle of the night, hearing some commotion in the woods behind their home. The brunette immediately readied her things and headed there as fast as she could.
"Don't worry, I'm sure your big brother is here somewhere!" the girl said cheerfully as she smiled at the frightened blonde.
"I'm sorry to have called you," uttered the girl.
"It's alright. Roderich usually calls me if he gets frightened of anything. It was usually that idiot Gilbert sneaking around. But that was a long while ago. When-" she raised her leg and kicked hard at a thick tree branch in their way, " they were still going out anyway."
"Oh. Are you mad at him?" asked the girl as she tugged at her green uniform from a small thorn.
"Of course! I ought to kick his ass come next week's meeting! You see how he punched Antonio? I need to return him the favor," the girl growled as she kicked at some other debris out of the way. It was a good ting she decided to change in her military uniform.
"...I hear Antonio's been real sad lately," the girl muttered.
"Well your still young to understand. You were asleep during Arthur's dinner party right a few months ago? Where Antonio declared his love for Romano in front of everyone? After that it went downhill from there I supposed. A while ago he and Roderich took a trip somewhere. You should have seen all the goodies Antonio brought back. He was so happy, he told me he was going to surprise Romano with them! But then that fight happened...wonder what's going thru his mind. Oh look Lili! A trail of bullet casings!"
The Hungarian brunette let go of the Liet's hand as she bent over and picked up some bullet casings on the ground.
"Yup these are Vash's rifle alright. We must be getting close to where he headed. I wonder if he fell asleep somewhere," wondered the girl as she followed the trail.
"That's odd for him," replied the blonde girl following after Elizabeta.
As the two walked, the brunette suddenly stopped, causing Lili to bump into her.
"?"
"The trail ends right here. But I don't see Vash."
"Brother? Brother!" began to call out the blonde girl as she cupped her hands.
"Hey Vash! You here? Wake up! Rise and shine!" cried the brunette as she also cupped her fingers.
As the two girls called out to the blonde Swiss, the blonde girl suddenly glanced at a small open area in the middle of the forest. She stepped towards it quietly and found that she had stepped on something. She raised an eyebrow at the flare gun.
"Elizabeta, I found a flare gun," the girl called as she bent over it. As comfortable as she was being near guns, thanks to her brother, she dare not touch it, for it seemed to carry an eerie vibe to it. The Hungarian just sighed as she leaned on a tree. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes.
"That's weird. I'd never think Vash was the type to carry a flare gun. If anything he's the thing your likely to run into at night you'd need help to get away from. So why would he be carrying such a thing?"
Finally Lili decided to pick it up. She jumped as it fired and flew straight at were the Hungarian girl stood.
"Agh!" cried Elizabeta as the light brushed over her head, missing her for about a foot or two.
"I'm sorry! It just suddenly fired!" cried Lili as she grabbed at her hands and shook.
"It's alright Lili. I was just so darn distracted. I'm so angry! If I ever get my hands on Gilbert I'm going to kick his ass!" she then turned angrily and began to furiously kick at the tree she leaned on.
"Please calm down Ms Elizabeta! He have to find my brother!" cried Lili as she dashed towards the Hungarian's direction. as she did she looked down to see she had been tracking blood around on her boots. her eyes widened, horrified.
"I. Wish. He'd. Died!" hissed Elizabeta. At her last kick, she jumped to see an arm poke down from beyond the tree branches. Excited she turned and began to scream in delight.
"Lili! I found your brother! I told you he was asleep! look! He's right here in this tree-"
Elizabeta glanced back at the arm. It had a trail of blood coming down. Her eyes shook.
W-what...?
Then Vash's body dropped to the ground facedown.
"V...Vash?"
Lili stood behind the Hungarian, her face with drops of blood. The brunette, trembling, crouched down and turned Vash's body around. The Liet blonde began to shriek. Startled Elizabeta backed them away from the body, the two girls falling on their rears. As Lili continued to scream hysterically, all the Hungarian could focus on was the large cut running down Vash's pale body. His eyes, wide opened, stared into space, frightened and startled.
Elizabeta began to scream now.
A/N: Well everything will be answered eventually come the World Meeting just in our reach. I'm glad I'm finally able to shove Russia to a bigger part of the story now. I'm still musing for Germany's. I think this is where I'd like to draw the half way mark of the story. I feel like writing another one-shot for mr Romano and Prussia to get my yaoi-scene muse going up again. I'll let you now. Did you enjoy that? Hope you did. ^.^