Iceland opens his eyes. Italy's laying right beside him, smiling. His eyes are open, and at first, Iceland doesn't notice the blood seeping out of the slash on his neck. But he does.
He shoots up, grabbing the pistol and clicking off the safety. The sight that greets him is horrifying.
Italy's laying in a crooked position. The blood from the wound on his neck is forming a puddle around him, a dark vermillion puddle that smells coppery. Iceland screams and scrambles back, trying to get away from the horror that rests in front of his eyes.
He looks up. The sight that he's greeted with isn't much better. An entire gang is here, all fifteen or so members lining the alley. They've all got guns and a cruel smile on their faces.
Iceland's scream must've woken the rest of his family up, because they all shoot to their feet and aim their guns at the gang members. Iceland knows when Germany and Romano notice Italy's body because of Romano's anguished scream, filled with agony, and because of the fact that Germany is letting tears slip down his cheeks.
"YOU SONS OF BITCHES! I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!" Romano shouts, and he starts firing his pistol with a vengeance.
He looks terrifying, and he hits three people with his messy and vicious shooting, but only kills one. The rest are able to dodge his bullets, which Iceland finds slightly shocking.
Two of the gang members finally just grab him and aim a gun to his head. He struggles violently within their grasp.
"Well well well," the gang leader says. "Looks like we found ourselves some entertainment."
Quick as lightning, he grabs the closest person to him, which happens to be Norway, and presses a knife against his throat, not hard enough to kill him but hard enough to make it so that everyone can clearly see the solitary bead of blood that drips down Norway's throat.
Denmark lets out an enraged gasp, and starts forward angrily, raising his gun.
"I wouldn't be doing that, if I were you," the leader says. "I would set your arms down and come with us quietly, otherwise blondie here gets the red smile."
He presses the knife a little harder, and Iceland sees Norway stiffen and bite back a cry. Iceland wants to murder the leader for what he's doing to his older brother.
"Like fucking hell," Denmark says, and before the leader can process his words he's shooting at him and the rest of the gang.
The leader frowns as he begins to realize that the gang isn't winning anymore. He scowls, and calmly ducks a series of bullets.
Standing up again, he says, "We're going to go now, but we'll be back. Oh yes, we're going to find you again. Now stop shooting at us, or I promise you that I'll cut his throat. I never go back on my promise."
He starts to walk backward, dragging Norway with him. The gang members who had Romano took him with them too, Romano fighting them all the way.
Norway gets one last look at the Nordics and Germany before they round the corner, and Iceland sees fear in his eyes for the first time in his life.