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It's been three days since the thing with Jeff and Mrs.B. Mrs.B went missing, and I think I know why. I heard some sounds downstairs two nights ago, and I heard footsteps similar to Mrs.B's. Tonight, I want to ask Luciano about it. Luciano is with Kuro and Lutz right now, so I don't want to do it right now. I'm making a wood doll right now with a pocket knife Luciano gave me. "(Y/n)!" Luciano calls from downstairs. I pick up some wood shavings, and throw them away as I head down the staircase. I walk into the living room number two, and sit down beside Luciano. "Oui?" "So you-a know how your teacher-a, Mrs.B, went missing?" "Oui, that's all the school is talking about." "Vell (y/n), you know zhat jour Vater von't let anybody get avay vith vhat jour teacher did?" "Oui." "So I feer rike you know what we are going to say." "You kidnapped Mrs.B?" "Ja, very gut. Jou catch on vell." "Well I also heard noises about two nights ago, when Mrs.B went missing. And then I also heard footsteps similar to her's. So it would make sense," I showed how I came to that conclusion. "You are smart for your age, (y/n)," Kuro states. "I guess. Everything at school is easy," I recognize. "Maybe I should-a see if I can raise you-a up a grade," Luciano thinks out loud.
"But anyways, what does this have to do with me?" I ask. "(y/n)... We're murderers-a..." Luciano informs. "W-what?" "Ve are murderers." "W-why?" "(y/n), this worrd runs on madness, and we are forrowing the rures of the worrd," Kuro simply says. "But still, what does this have to do with me?" "We're going-a to show you-a her," Luciano spoke. "Alright," I acknowledged. All three of them walk to the kitchen number 1, and then down the stairs to the basement, with me following all the while. Luciano unlocks the door, and we all walk in. The walls were spotless, and the floor was concrete. In the middle, was Mrs.B in chains on a table thing. (In Italian) "(y/n)! Would you be a dear and get me out of these chains?" She asks. My ears and tail go down. "No, Luciano wants you to stay like this. I follow Luciano's rules," I declare. (German)"Gut Kind(Good kid)," Lutz praises. (English) "(y/n), you-a have been working with your-a knife, Sì?" "Yup!" I answered. "Good. Now I will-a show you where to cut-a," Luciano shows me everywhere to cut.
First, we cut her throat, and then we go to the stomach and cut that open. A smell fills my nose, but it doesn't smell bad. It's from the blood. I take one finger and run it across a place where blood trickles down, and lick my finger. "What are you-a doing?" Luciano asks. "Blood tastes good," I look back at him. "Oh mein Gott, (she's/he's/they're) like Luciano," Lutz groans. By now, Mrs.B is dead. From down here, we hear the bell ring. Thankfully we don't have any blood on us or smell like blood. Everybody walks out of the room, and Luciano locks the basement door. I go to open the door, and when I do I see a tall man with dark hair, a big coat, and a scarf. "Ciao?(hello?)" I ask. "Privyet kid, is Luciano here?" The man says in English, but with some sort of accent. "I'll go get him!" I get nervous and run inside to get Luciano, with my tail falling behind me. "Luciano! Some tall man in a scarf is looking for you!" I shout. Luciano walks from the kitchen, and to the door as I hide behind the corner to the stairs for upstairs. "Ah, ciao Viktor," Luciano greets. "Privyet, Luciano. How is young (y/n) doing?" Viktor greets as they both walk in and talk together. "(y/n)! Get down here!" Luciano yells for me. I peak around the corner, and slowly walk down the stairs. "Oui?" "This is Viktor, he works-a with me," he informs me, and he picks me up. "Say hi," Luciano urges me. "Bonjour, Mr.Viktor," I greet. "Privyet," he sets his hand on my head and scratches my ears, which my ears stick up to.
They both sit down on one of the couches and Luciano sits me on his lap. For entertainment, I pull out my wooden doll in progress, and my pocket knife, and I proceed to carve out more of my doll's figure. "You are letting your child have a knife, Luciano? That does not seem safe," Viktor points out. "Sì, but (p/p) almost got beat up by some kid at school and then (y/n)'s teacher slapped them. So I tell (y/n) to keep a knife on them, and I will teach (p/p) to use knifes," Luciano informs. All of a sudden we hear a muffled scream. Viktor follows us as we quickly run downstairs, and unlock the door. We see Mrs. B with her eyes wide open. "Luciano, has this happened before?" I ask him. "A couple times, yes," Luciano replies. "Stab her in the throat. We need to keep her quiet," he orders me. "Your going to let (p/p) do that!?" Viktor exclaims, sorta impressed. "Why not? This is-a the teacher who slapped (p/p)-a," Luciano retorts. I put the pocket knife in my right hand, and hold it gently but firmly. I stab her in the throat one more time, where she chokes, and eventually her eyes roll to the back of her head. I take a finger and swipe some blood and I lick my finger like before.
"So (p/p) is like you, da?" Viktor looks at me. "Sì, and im-a proud of it," Luciano looks at me proudly. "Have you told (p/p)?" Viktor asks Luciano. Luciano's eyes harden. "No, and I do not-a plan to for a very-a long time," Luciano answers him. "Tell me what?" I look between them. "Merda! Why Viktor?" He shouts. "D-did I do something wrong?" I cower. "No, no! No you did nothing-a wrong!" Luciano exclaims, and he picks me up. "I will never-a be mad at-a you," he assures me. I snuggle into his chest. He carries me up to the living room, and sits down with me. I clean off my blade and then continue with my doll carving. They talk a while more, and then Viktor leaves saying, "I would tell (p/p) soon, da? Oliver would help (p/p) turn into one of us, you know he likes children." He steps out into the driveway, and closes the door. "What did he mean by that?" "Nothing (y/n)-a," Luciano answers. "Okay!" I leave it.
I wake up in the middle of the night again, screaming and crying. It has been going on for two weeks since the thing with Mrs.B. Luciano runs to my room again, and he comforts me again. "Sleep with-a me for the rest-a of the night," Luciano picks me up, carries me to his room, and sits me beside him on the bed. I get under the covers, and cuddle close to him. "Papà, Ti amo(I love you)," I say to him, sleepily. "W-what did-a you say!?" "Ti amo?" "No, th-the other!" "Papà?" "Sì! You called me-a papà!" He picks me up and Eskimo kisses me. Those types of kisses where you rub noses. I hug him and pull him closer. "Ti amo, papà!" "Anch'io ti amo, (y/n)(I love you too)," Papà replies. After a while, we go to sleep.
The next day, papà makes bolognese pasta, without his special sauce. "(y/n)-a, I need to talk to-a you," papà talks to me. "What?" "You know what-a Viktor was talking-a about? Like he wanted me to tell-a you something-a?" "Oui." "Well, I... (y/n), I personify North Italy. I personify a country. My little-a brother personifies Seborga, and Flavio personifies-a South Italy. Viktor personifies Russia. If you-a wanted to, Oliver, England-a, does magic. So you can-a turn into my capital," Papà tells me everything. "Oui," I answer immediately. "We will-a do it when you get older because right-a now it would be too painful for you," He explains to me. "Okay. What are we doing today?" I ask papà. "I have training-a after we eat," papà informs. "Okay! Can I go with you?" I ask him. "I don't have anyone to watch-a you, so yes, you have to come with-a me," he confirms. "Yay!" I hug his waist. Now we eat, and then Lutz and Kuro arrive to have training
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