2p HetaOni

Flavio!?

The next chapter gets gory. Im warning you.

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Flavio had started to awake when the 2p had made a safe shelter in the mansion. "W-where am I?" The blonde sat up quickly, only to realize how dizzy he was. His head was spinning like crazy as he stood up and found the other countries. "Flavio! You're alive!" Oliver ran upto him, smiling. The older Italian nodded, rubbing where the sword had been. "Where are the others?" Oliver gasped. "Oh! In here!" The pink haired brit quickly drug his best friend into the next room, smiling. "Look who finally woke from his si-s-ta!" Santiago growled. "It's pronounced siesta." The younger Italian ran over, hugging his brother tightly. "I'm glad you're alive." He paused. "You idiota! What the hell did you think would happen when you came insie an unknown building!?" He quickly slapped him across the face, earning a small set of tears and a shove into the wall. "Don't touch me!" Flavio went back to the next room. He grabbed up a blade and left. Beginning to wander the dull house alone. He growled at nothing. "Stupid brother. Always treating me like the fool. I'll show hi-..." Silence. Flavio had disapeared. The knife landing on the ground where he once stood.