Feliciano stayed silent for a while. "...Well?!" Lovino pushed. "Did you find her? Where is she?"
"...Um..." the younger brother thought. "...Ludwig told me not to tell you..."
The worried father chuckled and bit his lip, averting his gaze. "...I'm sorry, I think I heard you wrong." he stated with his dry chuckle. "Did you just say that Potato Bastard told you NOT to tell me where my one and only daughter is?!" At Feli's silence, his chuckling turned into full blown laughter. "I don't believe it! I can't fucking believe it! You've got to be shitting me right now! So you're saying that just because Potato Bastard told you to stay shut up about it, I might never see mia figlia again?!"
"Lovi, it's not like that!" Feliciano defended. "I don't really know where she is, Ludwig took her 'home' in his car! Even if you did see her now, your heart would be crushed!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" he exploded, not chuckling anymore and fully attacking the younger brother, his face pressed in the younger's. "Her home is here! Nothing can change that! You better be saying that Potato Bastard is bringing her here and you just happened to come home before her!"
"SHE DOESN'T KNOW ME!" Feliciano broke down, sobbing on the table as Lovino widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly agape. "That's why she hasn't come home yet. She has amnesia." he sobbed. "It was awful! She came into Rome only an hour or so ago, going on and on about looking for the personification of Italy! When I told her who I was, she didn't recognize me and said that her papa wasn't even from this country! Ludwig then took her in his car, offering her a ride home to apologize for the mix up, and drove away!"
Lovino bowed his head, getting up from leaning on the table only to sit down. "...Amnesia?" he asked. "...She doesn't know...who we are?" Feli nodded as Lovi gave an odd smile. "She doesn't hate me after all. She just doesn't know my existence. That means she doesn't know what happened, she doesn't know about our petty fight, if I could just find her, then talk to her, she'll remember me, but hopefully, keep on forgetting about the fight that drove her away to begin with. How we find her is the only question, but Potato Bastard said that Frenchy was involved, so no better place to start." The older brother then gazed at Feliciano with a crazed look in his amber green eye. His smile started twisting on his lips as he laughed insanely. "Come on!" he shouted, grabbing Feliciano's arm and running out the door with his car keys. "We haven't got time to lose!"
As the car drove away in the late night, Feliciano screamed and cried. "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" he scolded himself as the car hot rodded through the dark, empty streets.
1pov
As much as I needed the sleep, I tossed and turned in the sheets on the bed. I couldn't think of why Ludwig and the personification of Italy were so familiar with me. Thinking back, I knew that the whole being the daughter of the personification of England was a lie because of how Alfred and Arthur yelled at the top of their lungs, but I still believed them, hell, I believed that I was a Kirkland all the way until I went to Italy. I still wanted to believe that I was just overreacting.
However, it was then when I heard a knock on my door while my back was turned. "_, love?" called my father as he creeped in the room and sat on the edge of my bed. "Are you awake, sweetheart?" He didn't notice that I closed my eyes before he could conclude that I was still awake. "No." he chuckled. "Of course not." it was silent for a while longer before he brushed my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek. "...Love, I hate to say that...I wasn't very honest with you...at least...not at first." he stated as I silently listened, still pretending to be asleep. "I admit, a few weeks ago, I wouldn't have cared heads or tails if you were truly happy...but now..." he sighed deeply. "...Now, I can't stand the sight of you cry. Though you might cry when you hear this, then in the very least, you will know it in your subconsciousness to be true."
I tried remaining still and ignorant as he continued. "_, all of this was a lie from the start." he confessed as he sniffed a little. "I'm not your true father, though I now love you as my own. Your family is the Italians, the personification of North and South Italy." My whole body tensed, though I kept my mouth and eyes closed. "...I can only hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me for the pain I've cause you and your true father and uncle." He took in another deep breath before stating, "Tomorrow, I don't care what Alfred and Francis say, I'm taking you to Italy, your true home. Hopefully then, you'll regain your own memories." Before he left, he placed something on my night stand. "Good night..._."
"...So it's true..." I mumbled after he shut the door. "...What the personification of Italy said was true..." After a while, I turned on my lamp and looked at what he set on my night stand. It was a framed picture of myself and three other men at what seemed like some beach. A tan man with leafy green eyes smiled wide as he gave another man with a lighter tan and amber green eyes bunny ears with his fingers, appearing to anger the other; seeing as how he was a blur, turning to him and reaching over, most likely to strangle the poor tan man by the looks of it. The personification of Italy was by the tan man, his eyes closed and a large smile on his face as he hugged the other man's arm, one leg blurred, as if seconds before the picture was taken, he decided to pop his leg up like a high school girly girl. I stood beside the blurred man, appearing to be attempting not to laugh at the men goofing off, one arm locked straight behind my back with my other hand covering my mouth.
There was a flash in my head and three names popped. Antonio, Lovino, and Feliciano…
I remembered something on the beach. Right after the picture was taken, Feliciano pulled me in the water, saying it was too hot of a day to resist. After that, I left my jacket and boots in the sand and played in the water in my pants and tank top. Then, at the end of the day, Lovino dumped all the sand from inside my boots only for an crab to fall out and get his foot. "Papa, you always had the worst of luck~" I giggled.
"That's only because your Zio is favored by everyone, even God!"
"...Zio..." I thought, trying hard to remember before what the personification of Italy said made sense. "Zio Feliciano!"
Arthur hurried in the room upon hearing my outburst. When he saw my face and that I was holding the picture, he sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "...I suppose you were never asleep to begin with?" he asked. "How much do you know, and how much did you remember?"
"Like hell I'm telling you Arthur!" I shouted, leaving the bed with a glare and backing as far from him as I could. "You lied to me! You took advantage of me! I trusted you!"
"I know." he stated apologetically. "I'm so sorry. It was Francis that found you, and Alfred's idea to deceive you. If it were my own way, you would've been hospitalized for amnesia weeks ago, or in the very least, you would've known the which side of this war you were truly born into."
"Take me home!" I demanded. "Now!"
"I promise, I'll take you home first thing in the morning." he calmly stated as he approached me. "Just calm down and try to get some sleep."
"Like HELL!" I shouted as I ran up to him and kneed him between his legs, running out the door as he crumbled down. As I ran down the stairs and out the door, I looked all around and cried, "Ludwig! Gilbert! Tio! Zio! PAPA!" as I raced down the dark streets, pooled with puddles from the current rainstorm that came from nowhere. I didn't know where I would end up, or how to get home without money left, but I knew I had to get as far from Arthur as possible.
3pov
Finally, the car stopped at the crack of dawn. Feliciano unfolded his hands from over his eyes as he looked at where his crazy brother drove them to. "...Fratello?" he asked as Lovino parked the car. His eyes were dilated with a crazy glint and his toothy grin remained on his face. His hair was a complete, utter mess and his continuous chuckle was deep and chesty. "...Why are we at Big Brother Francis' house?"
"This was the first clue, wasn't it?" he asked in response, still in his inhuman, alternatingly high and low pitched tone. "It all started with French Bastard, so I'm starting with French Bastard."
"I don't think Francis is awake yet..." Feli attempted to smile. "Why not we come back another time...preferably some time when you're not out of your mind?"
"We're not staying." Lovino simply stated as he left the car and got to the trunk. After pulling out a large potato bag, large enough for a body, but only a few small things weighing down the bottom of the bag, he passed by Feli's window with an quick, "Stay in the car."
"What are you going to do?!" the younger brother asked in desperation.
Lovino simply smiled wickedly at the red head. "They don't call me the Mafia King for nothing." With that said, he walked up the front porch and to the front door.
Searching the whole door frame, he found the spare key above the top and clicked the door open. As the wooden barrier creaked open, Lovino snuck inside, grinning the whole way up the stairs and to the bedroom of the Frenchman, where the blonde was sound asleep. The Italian grinned as he reached in his sack for a bandana and separate pieces of rope. The first thing he did was fold up the bandana so it was thick and round.
Quietly, he walked up to Francis with the bandana and rope. After tieing his limp arms and legs together like an animal, he tied the bandana between his teeth and around the back of his neck. Luckily, Francis was in too deep of an slumber to notice the restrictions. Lovino then took the now empty sack and draped the opening over the Frenchman. Once that was done, he took the final piece of rope and tied the opening tightly.
Taking the sack tight in his hands, he dragged it off the bed, allowing it to smack the wooden floor and wake the captive. Once the bag started squirming and muffled screaming, Lovino groaned. "Shit! I knew I should've tied him up on the ground instead of on the bed!" With that, he dragged the squirming sack down the stairs, out the door, and to the car. "Feliciano! Help me with this!" he shouted.
Out of fear, the younger brother obliged and helped Lovi with loading the sack in the trunk. As the older brother shut the door and got in the driver's seat, Feli followed him in the car and silently put on his seatbelt.
The drive back to the house was long and silent, save for Lovino's chuckles.