Wars Will Have Their Victors

A True Bloody Red

I woke up and sighed making some pancakes. once I finished eating the fluffy food I went to get dressed only to have hands around my eyes. "guess who?" slithered a familiar voice. "Feli? what are you doing here?" I turned to him taking his hands from my eyes. "I'm here to protect you." he smiled devilishly. "what's going on Italy? your acting strange." I questioned. his amber eyes opened wide and he grinned a grin that made it look like he was some kind of vampire. "it was my plan all along...you stupid countries thought I was so weak for so long...it was an act. I knew that Russia would fall...you'd break away from Germany and Spain and everyone else. it escalated as planned." he chuckled lifting my chin. "this isn't you! your not this Italy...your a pasta loving man who depends on us." I tried to convince him. "that's just it Ishbala...ive been weak too long...I'm not going to sit around as a small peninsula while a whole country is up for grabs. not to mention the islands I can conquer. Japan...Great Britian...hell I might even consider conquering Prussia while I'm at it." he laughed darkly. "leave him alone! leave them all alone! conquer me instead." I began to cry. I've defended myself for so long as a small but strong country, and now this disgusting man who sat back and watched his slaughter plan go down as only an island, was going to conquer me. "fine." he turned away from me. "what happened to you?" I looked at him sadly. "what happened to me? nothing. I was always like this...you stupid countries are too easy to fool." he raised an eyebrow. "shut up!" I growled. "don't you dare!" he swiped a Swiss army knife across my face. "Italy stop!" I continued. "I'm going to rule the world...so don't mess with me...ill only shoot you down." he took a whip from his belt and I fell on my weak knees, shivering.

I laid on the ground....bruised and beaten. my arm had three claw like scratches from the whip. they were bleeding immensely and i despratly held it, trying to contain the pain. "w-why?" I cried. "because I can." he licked the blood from the whip. "its not right" I struggled to get up. " I don't care bella." he scoffed walking out. he was a monster...a innocent faced monster. I believed he was good...and yet I was trained for such occasions. he was his own king...and he had the upper hand now. I was the queen and there's no way I'm going to let him win.

I finally was able to get up and run around the house looking for Austria to see if he was home. him and Hungary were out late at a concert last night and hadn't come back yet when I awoke. I rushed into Austria's piano room to find him at the piano. I rushed around so happy to see that he was okay. I stared at him realizing why he was just staring at the piano. crimson soaked the snow white keys. "R-Roderich..." tears stung my eyes as I gazed at the violin bow through his chest. he coughed and sputtered blood. "Roderich!" I came to his side. "Ishbala..." his violet eyes slowly fading. "who did this to you?" I whispered trying to think of a way to help. "V-Venenziano..." he wheezed. "ill get help...hold on." I seached for a phone but he stopped me by grabbing my hand. "don't...zhat's an order...and zhis zime...I vont let mistakes slide." he smiled. "oh Roderich." I cried. "you know...it'd be nice...if could hear your voice once more." he chuckled slightly. "of course." I smiled as more tears ran my cheeks. "my sweet you'll always...be there...no matter how far you are...I promise not to cry...not this time. I. wont shed tears nor will I sob because your not truely lost." I sang and studdered as he eyes closed shut lightly. "Roderich..." I hugged onto him bloody body not caring if I stained my clothes. "that was beautiful Ishbala..." he mumbled before slipping into eternal sleep. "thank you...Mr. Austria." I sobbed. "Such ashame huh? he was truely good at composing pieces." That voice slithered again. "you!" I yelled. "yes its me." he chuckled. "what cruel and sick monster would murder a innocent pianist!?" I hollared at him. "hes a country Ishbala...and countries are meant to be dominated." he smirked. I was speachless and chocking on words. "your next bella." he lifted my chin kissing me. oh I hated him...hated him so much. so much that I wanted him to burn. but something about this kiss made me kiss back. it was like a poison...no like a poison drug. its touch rang though me and I craved more of the nummbing pain as he bit my bottom lip. "Venenziano." I gasped. "so you do enjoy me?" he chuckled and stroked my cheek. "go to hell." I snapped. "eventually." he shrugged.