There comes a time in every idiot's life when things get too hard for them to handle. Felicnao Vargas, Italy, was no exception to this rule. Yes, he wasn't ware of his world most of the time, but when he was, life hit him pretty hard. He loved living with Ludwig, Germany, and loved the German himself. But Ludwig never showed or spoke his love as freely as Feliciano did. He didn't think much of it, he'd just chalk it up to Germans have a hard time expressing themselves and he'd eventually come around to it.

Unfortunately, his brother was the same way. But alot more blunt then Ludwig. For right now, he was getting rejected for love by both parties, and now he was seeing this very clearly. Why didn't they love him? Did he do something wrong? Maybe Italy was just a tool for Germany. Maybe Ludwig just wanted a good fuck and Feliciano was the only one stupid enough to fall for it. Now, this was not true in the least...but Italy got the thought in his head and it wouldn't leave no matter how much he wanted it to. He felt terrible...he was being quiet for a week with these thoughts. He ignored when Ludwig tried to talk to him, or tried to get intimate in bed. He wouldn't have either of it and that was bothering Ludwig. Something was wrong with his little Italian, and he didn't know what the hell it was. He wouldn't speak to him or anything when normally Italy would never shut up. He didn't really realize how much he missed his infernal babbling until he ceased it. He wanted Feli to speak now...and he wont.

"Ve...I invited big brother over," he said finally, standing in the kitchen and making pizza for his brother-his brother that never appreciated him-and pasta for himself and Ludwig, "He should be over soon," he offered a smile to the German for show. Ludwig nodded, thinking that he was stupid for assuming something was wrong. Feliciano didn't get upset, and if he did he'd have been whining and complaining to him in a matter of seconds. Sighing lightly, the german nodded,

"Alright." he agreed curtly. He never liked Lovino, but it was just another thing he sacrificed for his dear Feliciano. Maybe Romano would just shut up and eat his food and leave? Now that would just be great, less time with that dick the better.

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The sound of a ticking clock was never a comforting one. It was never good when you heard it, it always meant anticipation. But what could possibly be wrong? Feliciano opened the door, let Romano in, didn't greet him and just walked off. So both parties where sitting awkwardly on the couch, stairing around, listening to that infernal clock. It was nerve wracking, Italy wasn't being himself, the house was dead silent. Ludwig and Lovino didn't speak to eachother, nobody could find words (or insults to sling) at the given time. But the male soon came out, hiding something behind his back,

"Ve~ I have a question~!" he said brightly. Romano let out a sigh,

"You damn idiot! You'e so stupid, being all weird for a damn que-" he was cut off when he heard a gun cock. Yes, it was Ludwig's gun...but the operator was Feliciano. Romano gulped audibly, eyes widening as he darted to Ludwig, "...he's putting you up to this isn't he?" he screamed but suddenly he watched the male next to him look just as stunned as himself.

"No..~" He giggled happily, "I did it myself!" he said brightly, "I just want an answer." he said innocently, pointing the loaded gun at Ludwig for a minute, "A truthful answer." there was more silence that filled the air. Ludwig's chest clenched and Romano felt like he was going to throw up. Why...how was Feliciano standing there, holding the two people he held most dear to gun point? He moved the gun back to Romano, "Do you love me big brother?" he asked with big brown eyes, smile becoming slightly more psycotic. After a minute or two, he pressed the barrel straight to the male's head, "Well, do you?" he asked, more demanding this time. Lovino started to shake, finding it a better idea to have just staied home instead of mooching off his brother,

"O-Of course I do..." he mumbled, gasping as the barrel was jammed forward to hit his forehead hard.

"Of course what, big brother~?" he asked with a grin. Lovino's own wide brown eyes stared up at his brother,

"...O-of course I love you. T-Te amo.." he added quickly. Apparently that was good enough for Italy, because he aimed the gun back at Ludwig. Lovino sighed in relife. He didn't care of Ludwig died, but he himself couldn't! Especially not by his own pasta-brained brother. Well, judging by these actions, Feliciano had more then noodles in his noggin. But when Ludwig found himself in the hot-seat, he shook his head,

"...Feliciano are you seriously dou-" He paused when he saw the stern glare Feliciano gave him. No, he wasn't kidding was he? He wasn't playing around, he would shoot wouldn't he?

"Tell me Doitsu...do you really love me or am I just a fuck buddy~?" he asked with a grin, giggling lightly. Ludwig was taken aback. He was really being questioned if he loved Italy or not. He could have sworn that Italy knew how much he meant to him.

"How can you think that? I'd never use you Feliciano." He told the other sternly, crossing his arms before his forehead had a barrel pressed up to it. Obviously that wasn't the real answer Italy was seeking.

"...That was the wrong answer." he said simply, "Can I have the right one please~?" he asked softly. The blonde sighed, looking up at the Italian, feeling almost scared. He was in control, and he knew what he was doing.

"I now, have, and always will love you Feliciano." he told the other sincerely, "Ich leibe dich." he added. That was a good answer, and Feliciano gushed over it, putting the gun on the coffee table and jumping into the other's lap, snugglling him and giggling,

"Oh...you really mean it Ludwig~~?" He asked happily, nuzzling the blonde like a cat. Though Ludwig held him close, nodding. He didn't know what the hell came over Italy to make him so...demanding. But in all honestly, it was pretty sexy. He gently kissed Feliciano who kissed back in return. Romano stared, completely not understanding what the hell was going on. He blamed Germany and his potatoes for ALL of that. He got up and quickly exited the house. Not now, or ever, will he want to witness his brother put someone at gunpoint...or is brother and that potato bastard fucking on the couch.

fin.

This one is slightly different then the other ones. I think if Italy ever snapped...he wouldn't have actually KILLED anyone...just have a small insane patch and threaten. Feli wont hurt anyone, he leaves that to Brother Romano.