I... rather like how this one turned out. Thank you to the reviewers!

Romano's is longer than I thought it would be so far... it's kind of annoying me, since I know he would want to draw it out, but I'm really impatient...

Hope you enjoy Ludwig's portion of vengeance.

Ludwig tore through the chains, snagging them with his hands and whipping them across Lutz's face, leaving long gashes on his cheeks. In a split second Ludwig had the chains wrapped around Luciano's neck, holding them behind his head and leering into his eyes.

Luciano didn't seem too worried by this, and smirked. He also found this change rather interesting and fun, and did not fight back to see what was going to happen. Feliciano was frozen, a few whimpers escaping his lips.

"The eyes, the eyes, always experimenting with the eyes," Ludwig snickered, completely unlike himself. "Beautiful eyes with differing colors, they always change with some tampering. So annoying."

Luciano raised an eyebrow. This man was acting more like someone from their world. He saw Lutz sneaking up behind his counterpart and smirked to himself.

"But, the injections always hurt them too much, they never trusted me, they never ever trusted- or, maybe they would die, then they couldn't trust-" Lutz knocked Ludwig's head to the side with a violent crack. The German crashed to the side but held himself up with a hand. He slowly straightened, a completely different persona all at once.

Ludwig's eyes were darkened and his hands were folded behind his back like a general. Luciano was very pleased by this.

"Does it change every time he is hit in the head? Try it again, Lutz," he commanded. Feliciano cried out as Lutz picked up the chains and slashed them against his counterpart's chest, but Ludwig did not flinch. Lutz tried again against his face but Ludwig's head did not turn to the side even slightly.

"Oh no, oh no no, it's here, it's here-" Feliciano started to cry again, and Ludwig turned his attention towards the babbling Italian.

"Italy. Get over here." His tone was clipped and cold, and Feliciano wasted no time in trying to reach his friend. Tried being the key word, since Luciano grabbed the back of his collar before the Italian could reach his destination.

"Ah ah ah, we aren't done with you yet," Luciano said playfully. Ludwig was not in the mood.

"Let go of him," Ludwig commanded him.

Luciano scoffed. "Yeah right. Lutz, take him down. He's boring me." Lutz cracked his knuckles and Ludwig turned his attention to his counterpart, unfazed.

Lutz took a swing at Ludwig's face but Ludwig dodged out of the way, slamming his elbow into his counterpart's side. "You're sloppy in both dress and form, putting all of your strength into a single punch. Three points would be docked."

Lutz brought himself back upright and did a faux uppercut before aiming his fist for Ludwig's gut. His fist was stopped in Ludwig's hand and the German squeezed his counterpart's hand viciously, a few snaps and cracks sounding. "It is obvious what you are about to do and are incapable of following through. Two points docked."

His counterpart growled and brought his left fist up against Ludwig's face, finally landing a hit. Ludwig touched his lip, which was bleeding, with a sickeningly cool composure. He looked at the red on his fingers and ducked under another punch, sliding out of the way of a kick. "You cannot seem to find any of my weak points or take advantage of distractions. Sloppy form. Three points docked."

"Shut. Up!" Lutz snarled, bringing his fist to smash into the side of Ludwig's face. He caught Lutz's forearm directly before his fist came into contact with his face. Ludwig stared unflinchingly at Lutz, his ice-blue eyes colder than the depths of the arctic.

"Total of eight points docked within the time of one point five minutes. That is marked up as a failure."

Ludwig leaned in towards Lutz's eyes and caught his other fist, which was attempting to catch Ludwig off guard. "Failed."

Ludwig methodically slammed his own fist into Lutz's gut and followed up with a vicious knee to the groin. As Lutz was bent over, Ludwig brought his elbow down on the German's back, downing his counterpart. Ludwig kicked the man in the side and rolled him over, eyes no different from what they were before their fight. Smoldering, icy, and ruthless.

He placed his foot in the center of Lutz's chest and stared into his counterpart's eyes before mercilessly crushing his ribcage and puncturing his lungs. Ludwig did not revel in his win and instead picked his foot up, set it next to Lutz's crushed chest, and walked over to Luciano and Feliciano with curt steps.

Luciano gaped at the German before him, but wielded his knife no differently, throwing one straight for his chest. Ludwig did not manage to catch the knife, but his hand was in front of his chest in time for the knife to hit its mark.

He unflinchingly took the knife out of his hand, blood running down his sleeve and to the ground. Luciano was already ready with another knife and stabbed it into Ludwig's left upper arm before the German's right arm flashed out and wrapped itself around Luciano's neck.

Luciano slashed another knife down the forearm connected to the hand that was currently choking him, but Ludwig was unmoving. His grip tightened and Luciano felt himself losing control, which he was not okay with.

The Italian lashed out with his legs and managed to get Ludwig to drop him. He fell with a gasp, rubbing at his neck angrily.

"You-!" Luciano snarled, whipping around with his knives and flinging them almost haphazardly. Ludwig ducked under three and picked up the chains in the process, whipping them around Luciano's legs and tripping the Italian up.

He was behind Luciano when the Italian shot to his feet and he brought his hands around Luciano's neck in a flash. Before Luciano could blink, Ludwig quickly and cleanly snapped his neck, dropping him to the ground without another thought.

Felciano was trembling and looked like he was going to simultaneously scream and throw up at the same time. It had been so long, so long since he had seen Ludwig's snapped form.

"Feliciano," Ludwig said, voice slightly softer than before. His eyes were a bit thawed, as they were for only Italy. "We should go before they regenerate."

Feliciano let out a sob and he crumbled to the ground, unable to keep himself upright. Ludwig was by his side in an instant, leaning over the Italian. "I am sorry you had to see that, but we need to leave. Can you walk?"

"His chest just… it's caved, and his neck just, it just, snapped, and they're dead, but they're not dead," Feliciano babbled through tears. Ludwig did not get angry and merely picked the Italian up. Feliciano curled into the German's chest, trying to ignore the gore around him and the blood -Ludwig's blood, oh god- seeping through his shirt. He cried, and the two left their decimated counterparts.