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“And how about you? Where’s the rest of your group?”

“You know damn well where he is.”

Italy looked over to Germany in a bit of worry, able to see the fire in his eyes burn brightly for a moment before he looked over to England, who kept glancing over to him and making eye contact before he raised his hands up in defense. He was probably looking at him by accident. He was surprised England never really seemed to notice him all this time, but he was so used to being ignored by now it didn’t bother him as much.

”No need to jump down my throat. I didn’t mean Italy.”

All at once, the Axis’s eyes went over to Italy, making him tense up a little at so many eyes on him. But he looked down to the chair he was sitting on, figuring that’s what they were looking at. Where was Romano anyway? He should’ve been here, right? They made sure to invite him to this… right?

He pursed his lips before letting out a loud sigh before leaning back into the chair. He stretched his arms up before leaning forward to curl his arms on the table in front of him to attempt to rest a bit. After all, being a ghost or not he was still quite sleepy. He seemed to doze off a little as he vaguely heard more voices come into the room, kind of not caring too much about the rest of the Allies. He was sure that he’d wake up again once something important came-

”Hey poTATO BASTARD!!!”

Italy sat straight up at hearing the loud shrill screech of his brother. He turned quickly to see Romano having slammed open the doors and glaring at the German not too far away from them. “Romano!” He called out, standing up from his chair, but pausing as he remembered the other couldn’t see or hear him. But he paused however, being able to see how strained and weak Romano’s body was. Something was terribly wrong with him. “Romano?”

“How… how f-f-fucking dare you…. How dare you… y-you piECE OF SHIT!!!”

“Hey!! You have no clue what he has gone through!! Shut up and sit down!!”

“What he has gone through?!? That f-fucking murderer killed and ate Veneziano?! What did you put him through?!? Y-You fucking m-monster!!!!”

Italy stared fearfully at his brother, almost taking a step back at this terrifying new side of him. Even though he wasn’t doing much, he had never seen him this destroyed before. He stepped forward so he could get in front of Romano, raising his arms to try what he could to protect his friends.

“Romano!! Please, stop! I’m all right, and they didn’t mean too—“

”No one talks to West like that!!!! You wanna go!?”

Italy looked over his shoulder as he heard Prussia slam his hands on the table, this making him breathe quicker in sheer worry something was going to happen. Romano may be a wimp but he knew how to hurt people.

“Prussia, no! Hurting others won’t help anything!! We-“

He looked back over to Romano, gasping as he saw him pull out a switch blade. This wasn’t happening!! This just wasn’t happening!!!

“I-I’ll fucking gut you like the pig you are… I’ll make you suffer just as he suffered!!!”

“All right, let’s go, motherfucker!!”

Italy yelped as Romano suddenly charged right through his translucent form, spinning around to see he and Germany’s brother starting to duke it out. He quickly ran away from the two to hide behind Germany’s chair, which ended up being next to Japan. He hid his face into the back of the chair, cringing as he heard hits and exclaims from pain from both of this. Though he soon noticed that the blade slid under the chair and table where he tried to stare. He leaned down lightly so he could see where it went, and noticed a slender pale feminine hand take the knife and hide it in her blue overalls.

“Prussia-chan!! I will help you!”

Italy stood up straight as he heard Japan call out from behind him. He tensed lightly as Japan suddenly got up, and once more cringed and yelped as Japan passed through his ghostly body. However, unlike Romano, Japans face suddenly went blank, and his knees began to wobble before suddenly just collapsing to the ground with a thud and a grunt.

“J-Japan!?”

“Tch, Japan!!”

Italy backed out of the way as Germany picked Japan up from the ground carefully to put him back in his chair. What… just happened?? Usually when people pass through him, nothing usually happens. Though… Japan and Germany had yet to pass through him yet. Perhaps because they were so close with him, something could happen? He tensed up though, remembering a time during his stay that his grandfather had warned him of something.

“Italy, even though most people are able to pass through you without anything happening, people who are close to you will have a severe side effect if your body touches them. For some it is physical, for others it is mental. I know you want to help them, but unless you know how to physically interact with the outside world.”

His eyes widened as he looked down at as his torso. That’s right, if he touches them, something happens to them. Japan must get physically weak when he goes through him. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage!!

“B-Bruder!! Look out!”

“Huh!?”

The Italian had turned back to the fight just in time to see Romano give Prussia one of his infamous head-butts, even whimpering just for Prussia’s sake from just how painful it looked. He looked back to Germany however, knowing that Romano was planning on jumping him next. What was he going to do!? He needed to stop him!! He glanced over to Japan, seeing him back in his chair again.

Maybe!!

With only a few moments to actually act, Italy squeeze his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he reached out and clutched Japans shoulders.

Concentrate!! Concentrate!!

“I’LL MAKE YOU SUFFER AS HE SUFFERED!!!”

Italy gripped Japans shoulders before tugging them, forcing his body up and out of the chair and throw his own body, once more causing something in Japan’s body to not function correctly and make him become dead weight, right against Romano.

”Got you!”

“Tch!!! Get offa me, you sick fuck!!”

”Security!!!”

The doors were burst through in only a few moments, some men that came with them before busting inside and taking Romano into their arms. Italy shivered as he reached out to try to touch Romano, to help him to free him. There had to be something he could do, something!

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU SONS OF BITCHES!! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!”

Italy bit his lips as he followed Romano as he was being carried out, looking back to Germany for a moment before following him once more. “Romano, please…”

“THIS ISN’T THE END, POTATO BASTARD!! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!! I WILL TEAR OUT YOUR STILL BEATING HEART AND EAT IT IN FRONT OF YOU!! I SWEAR THIS TO GOD!!! I WILL KIILLLL YOOOOU!!!! KIIIILLLLL YOOOOOUUUUU!!!!”

“Romano!!!” Italy yelled once more, following him out through the doors and even all the way out side. Romano thrashed around for a bit more before he suddenly yelped, the guards throwing him out onto the sidewalk. He grunted as he skid against the ground, not even finding the strength to look up as the doors slammed right next to him. Italy stared down to Romano, hesitating before going over and kneeling next to him.

Romano was silent for a bit, making the ghostly brother worry he had somehow passed out. But before he could reach over to try to touch his shoulder to see if he was okay, he backed up a little as he suddenly screeched out into the air. Romano screamed as loud and hard as he could before he just collapsed into himself, sobbing as he curled into himself.

”Vene… Veneziano…. Venezianooooo…. VENEZIANO!!!”

It didn’t take very long at all for tears to cloud Italy’s sight, his chin trembling as he watched his brother grieve about his own death. He even tried to kill Germany to try to avenge him.

“R-Romano… it’ll be okay…” he murmured. He reached a hand out to touch him like before but he pulled back. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. He was his brother, he didn’t know what would happen if he touched him in this state. But…. But….

“Veneziano!!!”

“ROMANO!!”

Italy sprang forward to attempt to hug and comfort his twin brother, able to feel the others warmth for only a moment. Before he fell right through him. He quickly collected himself and pulled away from Romano, holding his breath as right when he touched him, Romano had stopped crying. Italy practically covered his mouth, realizing he probably just made a huge mistake.

“R…. Romano?”

The other brother stared up to the sky in silence, tears still coldly trailing down his cheeks as it seemed that a thought just hit him. He blinked a couple of times before he pushed himself up back onto his feet.

“I will…. I will do it… I will avenge him... for Italy. I will eat your heart… for Veneziano. Torture… vivisect… murder… for fratello. He will be happy. He will be happy. He will be happy.”

“Romano, wait, no!! Please!!” Italy stood up alongside him, instinctually reaching a hand out to try to stop him from starting to walk away, but he pulled it back just in time so he couldn’t be able to touch him. Intead, he set his hands over his mouth, staggering back a few steps as he watched Romano continue to get further away from him, able to hear him repeat the mantra that he will be happy.

“… What have I done?”

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“And how about you? Where’s the rest of your group?”

“You know damn well where he is.”

Italy looked over to Germany in a bit of worry, able to see the fire in his eyes burn brightly for a moment before he looked over to England, who kept glancing over to him and making eye contact before he raised his hands up in defense. He was probably looking at him by accident. He was surprised England never really seemed to notice him all this time, but he was so used to being ignored by now it didn’t bother him as much.

”No need to jump down my throat. I didn’t mean Italy.”

All at once, the Axis’s eyes went over to Italy, making him tense up a little at so many eyes on him. But he looked down to the chair he was sitting on, figuring that’s what they were looking at. Where was Romano anyway? He should’ve been here, right? They made sure to invite him to this… right?

He pursed his lips before letting out a loud sigh before leaning back into the chair. He stretched his arms up before leaning forward to curl his arms on the table in front of him to attempt to rest a bit. After all, being a ghost or not he was still quite sleepy. He seemed to doze off a little as he vaguely heard more voices come into the room, kind of not caring too much about the rest of the Allies. He was sure that he’d wake up again once something important came-

”Hey poTATO BASTARD!!!”

Italy sat straight up at hearing the loud shrill screech of his brother. He turned quickly to see Romano having slammed open the doors and glaring at the German not too far away from them. “Romano!” He called out, standing up from his chair, but pausing as he remembered the other couldn’t see or hear him. But he paused however, being able to see how strained and weak Romano’s body was. Something was terribly wrong with him. “Romano?”

“How… how f-f-fucking dare you…. How dare you… y-you piECE OF SHIT!!!”

“Hey!! You have no clue what he has gone through!! Shut up and sit down!!”

“What he has gone through?!? That f-fucking murderer killed and ate Veneziano?! What did you put him through?!? Y-You fucking m-monster!!!!”

Italy stared fearfully at his brother, almost taking a step back at this terrifying new side of him. Even though he wasn’t doing much, he had never seen him this destroyed before. He stepped forward so he could get in front of Romano, raising his arms to try what he could to protect his friends.

“Romano!! Please, stop! I’m all right, and they didn’t mean too—“

”No one talks to West like that!!!! You wanna go!?”

Italy looked over his shoulder as he heard Prussia slam his hands on the table, this making him breathe quicker in sheer worry something was going to happen. Romano may be a wimp but he knew how to hurt people.

“Prussia, no! Hurting others won’t help anything!! We-“

He looked back over to Romano, gasping as he saw him pull out a switch blade. This wasn’t happening!! This just wasn’t happening!!!

“I-I’ll fucking gut you like the pig you are… I’ll make you suffer just as he suffered!!!”

“All right, let’s go, motherfucker!!”

Italy yelped as Romano suddenly charged right through his translucent form, spinning around to see he and Germany’s brother starting to duke it out. He quickly ran away from the two to hide behind Germany’s chair, which ended up being next to Japan. He hid his face into the back of the chair, cringing as he heard hits and exclaims from pain from both of this. Though he soon noticed that the blade slid under the chair and table where he tried to stare. He leaned down lightly so he could see where it went, and noticed a slender pale feminine hand take the knife and hide it in her blue overalls.

“Prussia-chan!! I will help you!”

Italy stood up straight as he heard Japan call out from behind him. He tensed lightly as Japan suddenly got up, and once more cringed and yelped as Japan passed through his ghostly body. However, unlike Romano, Japans face suddenly went blank, and his knees began to wobble before suddenly just collapsing to the ground with a thud and a grunt.

“J-Japan!?”

“Tch, Japan!!”

Italy backed out of the way as Germany picked Japan up from the ground carefully to put him back in his chair. What… just happened?? Usually when people pass through him, nothing usually happens. Though… Japan and Germany had yet to pass through him yet. Perhaps because they were so close with him, something could happen? He tensed up though, remembering a time during his stay that his grandfather had warned him of something.

“Italy, even though most people are able to pass through you without anything happening, people who are close to you will have a severe side effect if your body touches them. For some it is physical, for others it is mental. I know you want to help them, but unless you know how to physically interact with the outside world.”

His eyes widened as he looked down at as his torso. That’s right, if he touches them, something happens to them. Japan must get physically weak when he goes through him. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage!!

“B-Bruder!! Look out!”

“Huh!?”

The Italian had turned back to the fight just in time to see Romano give Prussia one of his infamous head-butts, even whimpering just for Prussia’s sake from just how painful it looked. He looked back to Germany however, knowing that Romano was planning on jumping him next. What was he going to do!? He needed to stop him!! He glanced over to Japan, seeing him back in his chair again.

Maybe!!

With only a few moments to actually act, Italy squeeze his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he reached out and clutched Japans shoulders.

Concentrate!! Concentrate!!

“I’LL MAKE YOU SUFFER AS HE SUFFERED!!!”

Italy gripped Japans shoulders before tugging them, forcing his body up and out of the chair and throw his own body, once more causing something in Japan’s body to not function correctly and make him become dead weight, right against Romano.

”Got you!”

“Tch!!! Get offa me, you sick fuck!!”

”Security!!!”

The doors were burst through in only a few moments, some men that came with them before busting inside and taking Romano into their arms. Italy shivered as he reached out to try to touch Romano, to help him to free him. There had to be something he could do, something!

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU SONS OF BITCHES!! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!”

Italy bit his lips as he followed Romano as he was being carried out, looking back to Germany for a moment before following him once more. “Romano, please…”

“THIS ISN’T THE END, POTATO BASTARD!! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!! I WILL TEAR OUT YOUR STILL BEATING HEART AND EAT IT IN FRONT OF YOU!! I SWEAR THIS TO GOD!!! I WILL KIILLLL YOOOOU!!!! KIIIILLLLL YOOOOOUUUUU!!!!”

“Romano!!!” Italy yelled once more, following him out through the doors and even all the way out side. Romano thrashed around for a bit more before he suddenly yelped, the guards throwing him out onto the sidewalk. He grunted as he skid against the ground, not even finding the strength to look up as the doors slammed right next to him. Italy stared down to Romano, hesitating before going over and kneeling next to him.

Romano was silent for a bit, making the ghostly brother worry he had somehow passed out. But before he could reach over to try to touch his shoulder to see if he was okay, he backed up a little as he suddenly screeched out into the air. Romano screamed as loud and hard as he could before he just collapsed into himself, sobbing as he curled into himself.

”Vene… Veneziano…. Venezianooooo…. VENEZIANO!!!”

It didn’t take very long at all for tears to cloud Italy’s sight, his chin trembling as he watched his brother grieve about his own death. He even tried to kill Germany to try to avenge him.

“R-Romano… it’ll be okay…” he murmured. He reached a hand out to touch him like before but he pulled back. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. He was his brother, he didn’t know what would happen if he touched him in this state. But…. But….

“Veneziano!!!”

“ROMANO!!”

Italy sprang forward to attempt to hug and comfort his twin brother, able to feel the others warmth for only a moment. Before he fell right through him. He quickly collected himself and pulled away from Romano, holding his breath as right when he touched him, Romano had stopped crying. Italy practically covered his mouth, realizing he probably just made a huge mistake.

“R…. Romano?”

The other brother stared up to the sky in silence, tears still coldly trailing down his cheeks as it seemed that a thought just hit him. He blinked a couple of times before he pushed himself up back onto his feet.

“I will…. I will do it… I will avenge him... for Italy. I will eat your heart… for Veneziano. Torture… vivisect… murder… for fratello. He will be happy. He will be happy. He will be happy.”

“Romano, wait, no!! Please!!” Italy stood up alongside him, instinctually reaching a hand out to try to stop him from starting to walk away, but he pulled it back just in time so he couldn’t be able to touch him. Intead, he set his hands over his mouth, staggering back a few steps as he watched Romano continue to get further away from him, able to hear him repeat the mantra that he will be happy.

“… What have I done?”