Luciano stood at the edge of the beach to which the water clashed against his dark brown boots. The salt of the ocean filled his lungs as the winds went through his hair. The sunrise was beautiful, not one he often seen since where he comes from this beauty does not exist… The other side of the mirror… Only if they knew...
"Feliciano…" He whispered, holding his hat over his heart. "I know I can't stay long or else your world will become like mine's… but I will never let you get hurt again. A month… Everything will be different in a month… Everyone that has ever fucking hurt you will pay."
Suddenly, the sounds of violins broke the sound of nature- along with a vibration. Pulling the phone out of his brown uniform pants, the Italian groaned upon the face who showed. He personally didn't want to fake being Feliciano...
"Ciao Canada, what's up?" he said in the most bubbly tone he could.
"Cut the crap Luci." A raspy deep voice spoke, followed with blowing.
"Couldn't resist cigarettes? Remember Marcus, that isn't technically your body." Luciano spoke playfully in his tone. "Wouldn't want to kill your love's body after all."
"Shut up Luci. At least I fucking know what love is instead of sleeping with anyone giving me the time." Marcus snarled. "Where the hell are you?"
"What does it matter to you? Last time I knew, you didn't want to know shit about me."
"Can you blame me? You tend to leave a bitter taste in people's mouth when you suddenly aren't there in the morning and fucking someone else by the evening."
Luciano clenched his jaw, wanting to go off on the Canadian but he knew it was true. He was well known in their world, not the way he wished to be. "What the hell do you want Marcus." he demanded, his voice going into a deadly tone.
"Your help." Marcus finally said after taking an overdrawn smoke. "You are here to help Feliciano right? Then help me with Matthew."
"Why should I? I have nothing against the Allies. And I'm not about to start another damn war…" Luciano voice drifted as he actually thought of it.
"But that is what we may fucking need Luciano. Think about it, we can make these fuckers realize how powerful our nations are. Make them feel like fucking shit with what they done to our others… Remind them of the good old days we were out." Marcus chuckled mischievously. "I wouldn't mind seeing Arthur's pretty little face with fear all over it again, though I think Oliver was an ass and made him forget…"
"Ludwig needs to die… If he's dead, then we both won't have to deal with that damn pain again… It could finally fade away..." Luciano whispered more to himself than Marcus. "Fine, meet me at the Rio de Janeiro in 12 hours."
Without waiting for Marcus to speak, he hung up the phone. Looking up the sky was now covered with clouds, the sun hidden behind it. "Hasn't even been a full three days…"
"So Rio de Janeiro huh? Isn't that like in the most crime filled country?"
Luciano slid his knife from his sleeve and moved back as he swung his hand back, only for it to be stopped.
"Oh Luciano. We both know you can't beat me."
"And we both know you can't fucking beat me." Lucian glared at who happened to be the Lithuanian from his world, not here. "So what the hell do you want?"
"Revenge."
Pushing Luciano away, Leonas pulled out a cigarette and ignored the Italian complaints. But as they stood there in silence and looked at each other's eyes, they both understood everything. No one knew pain like they did, understood the world and life how they did. Though both experienced different things, they both had a lot of similarities and thinking. It is what made them friends after all, though neither would admit it out loud.
"Well, are you coming then fucker?" Luciano asked as he walked up the beach, hands in his pockets.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world bitch." Leonas snickered, jogging up next to Luciano.
"I hope everything is alright..." Japan whispered to himself as he rubbed his lap nervously, looking around the one of many living rooms in an older American Mansion. It looks as if it hasn't been used in years due to dust.
"Hey dude, glad you could make it."
Turning around, Japan saw America come into the room, but his voice and looks showed the Japanese that everything was far from alright.
"America-san, what is going on?"
Plopping onto the couch, America stared up at ceiling. "Hell... Hell is what's happening."
Japan just stared at the American, silence thickening almost to the point it was suffocating. He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to impose. After thinking over the pros and cons, the smaller male finally asked what was on the American's mind.
"Canada snapped- No… Matthew changed…"
Japan was slightly taken back by the fact that the blonde called the other by his human name. It wasn't often he heard anyone call each other their human names.
"And I caused it like the failure of a brother I am... " America continued. "I should have listened to him y'know. He was telling me to stop and think for once, stop letting my emotions and cockiness get in the way of what truly mattered. It isn't nations, border, politics- family. Family should always come first and I let jealousy and stupidity get in the goddamn way of it and now look what I have done." A bitter laugh followed. "I don't get why Al isn't laughing at me yet… Or at least saying 'I told you so'. Maybe I should just…"
Japan blinked and stayed quiet, hoping that America would finish his sentence but instead was left with questions. He? Al? Was America referring to himself in third person or did he just say the wrong name on accident? But instead of bothering the American with these questions, Japan turned more on the couch to face America and attempted to give a comforting smile.
"America-san?" he said softly, getting a hum in response. "Is there anything I can do for you know to help you?"
Blinking a couple times, America sat up and looked at Japan before a smile broke. "Yeah, call me Alfred. And can I call you uh… Kiku? Yeah, you dudes go by last names."
Japan felt a warm feeling in him along with accomplishment because though it was small he got a little of Amer- Alfred's… he gotten a little of Alfred shine again.
"Hai, Alfred-san."
Alfred went to open to his mouth to speak, but before a single syllable could come out of his mouth the American was punched hard enough that he was on the ground and coughing the blood out of his mouth.
"Du kleiner Scheißer! (You little shit!)"
"GILBERT!"
Looking to where the fist came from, Japan saw Prussia being held back by France and China. He kept shouting out things in German and Prussian, face a lit with anger, eyes a blood red and aimed directly at Alfred who being aided by England.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL PRUSSIA?!" England yelled.
"OH SHUT UP WITH THAT SHIT! YOU KNOW WHAT HE DONE AND THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I'M GOING TO WALK IN HERE LIKE NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED!" Prussia yelled back, still trying to fight against the two who are struggling to hold him back.
"YES HE FUCKED UP BUT WE AREN'T HERE TO FIGHT! THIS ISN'T THE TIME FOR THAT BULLSHIT!"
"Arthur, stop…" Alfred said lightly, refusing to come eye to eye with anyone.
"LIKE BLOODY HELL I WILL! HE HAD NO RIGHT TO-"
"ALL HE WANTED WAS YOUR FUCKING LOVE, YOUR FUCKING ACCEPTANCE AND RECOGNITION! HE WANTED YOU TO TREAT HIM LIKE HIS BROTHER! YOU ARE FAMILY AND YOU PULL THIS SHIT! YOU TRULY ARE A FUCKING MISTAKE HUH?! A TRUE HONEST FUCK UP!"
"Gilbert!" France hissed, jerking Prussia back. "That is too much!"
"HOW THE HELL DID YOU EVEN FIND OUT?!" England yelled, standing up.
"I told him, but not so he would-"
"REALLY FRANCE?! I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KNOWN YOU COULDN'T KEEP YOU DAMN TRAP SHUT!"
"THIS ISN'T WHAT I-"
"SILENCE!"
Everyone stopped when a frightening voice boomed with the room along with metal ring and wood breaking. Looking at the entrance to the doorway, Russia stood with with his head down and a side table broken with his pipe still resting on it. A coldness went through the room, a coldness that felt like it would cut if you dared to move.
"We have bigger problems… So act like fucking adult for once…" His voice was a low whisper, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
All eyes stayed on the Russian as he moved and sat in a chair closest to the window, pipe dragging as he walked. He just sat there and stared out the window, all emotions gone from his face but- from what the Japanese man could see- pain was thick in his eyes.
"Whatever." Prussia said, jerking himself from France and China. "I'm going to my room to calm down…" And at that, he walked out.
"I think we all should take a breather." England said after a deep breath. "I'll go around to gather everyone when things seem… calmer."
Pulling up Alfred, the two walked out together followed by China and France. Sitting on the couch, Japan just took in everything that happened. It was so much within just 30 minutes, yet now even more questions ran through his head. What exactly did happen to Canada…? Apparently Alfred was a big influence in it, but he never seen Prussia lose his cool like with the with American before. And then Russia… He seemed so… dead. Like a walking corpse. And-
"Germany-san! Italy-bo!" Japan suddenly said, standing up and about to head out however to only run into someone. "Gomen- Germany-san!"
"Hallo." Germany said softly, looking down at Japanese male.
Just like with Alfred, the German's looks and voice told Japan that everything wasn't alright… barely had he ever seen Germany look so defeated. So exhausted. So…
"Where's Italy-bo?" He suddenly asked since it was highly odd for the one to be without the other.
Looking into the sky blue eyes, Japan felt a pain of guilt hit him hard. At mentioning the Italian, the sky blue eyes became glossy and red. Before Japan could ask anything, he was pulled into a hug as tears soon wet the top of his head.
"Ger-Germany-san?!" He mumbled alarmed, a fierce blush on his face from shock. He was used to Italy invading his personal space but Germany- especially a hug and tears from him -hardly ever did so.
"I'm sorry… but please…" Germany whispered as his grip tightened around the smaller male.
After blinking a few times, Japan nodded as he wrapped his arms around Germany the best he could and tried to comfort the male. Lost and confused, he looked up at the ceiling hoping it would answer the only question now in his mind:
What is going on…?
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