Hetalia Feels

Hit the Floor (S)

Morbid and gory. Also very, very confusing. Don't worry, it's supposed to be that way. And if it makes sense, then that's good, I guess. But if it doesn't, don't worry too much. Its a story from the point of view of someone who is panicked, therefore it will be hazy and slightly difficult to follow. XP Consider yourselves warned.
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It was chaos. Absolute, complete, utter chaos. There was nothing more awful than this. Absolutely nothing, nothing that Feliciano could possibly dream up was worse than this.

They had found them. They had hidden, so well, only to be found again. Lovino had warned Feliciano. He had warned him to cover up all tracks, to not fall in love, to avoid everyone or suffer the consequences.

Lovino had become a maniac. That much was clear. After Antonio had died, something within him had snapped. He had snatched up Feliciano, keeping him away from everything he had ever loved, doing what he had called "protecting him".

Feliciano had obeyed without question, until now. Now, people were dying, and it was all his fault. He hadn't covered his tracks. He had went out into the town, where he was now being used as bait to lure out his brother.

Bodies were hitting the floor, the sound coming from all over. It was terrifying, and Feliciano sincerely doubted that he'd make it out of this alive, even if his brother did manage to make it here.

He shouldn't have met Ludwig. He shouldn't have talked to him. He shouldn't have trusted him. Ludwig was nice enough, yes, but he was a man with a plan. Feliciano had just been a flaw in that plan.

Ludwig was dead now. Ludwig was dead, all because he decided that Feliciano wasn't the worst chink in his armor to have. But that chink had cost him everything. He had died for Feliciano. Just because he had made the mistake of deciding that Feliciano was worth the little complications.

If only Feliciano had kept his mouth shut. He had left Lovino in the forest, blabbering to anyone who'd listen about needing a job, thinking everything would be fine. Lovino was crazy, it was clear, but he still needed to be fed. They were still brothers.

Feliciano didn't want to look. He didn't want to see the bodies, the blood pooling up all around him was evidence enough of the death surrounding him. The death weighing down upon his own shoulders. He didn't want to look. Feliciano didn't want to know if his brother was the cause of this. His brother was capable of this, that was for sure, but never, not once, did Feliciano think that his brother would ever want to kill him. No, this was caused by someone else. The one who had taken Antonio's life, and Lovino's sanity.

Someone was screaming. It was with widened eyes that Feliciano realized it was him. He was shrieking. Crying, babbling for his brother, Ludwig, Antonio, anyone to save him.

He should have left, he should have run away, that day that Lovino had come home, the stench of liquor clinging to his clothes. Feliciano should have known, he should have intervened, he should have stopped Lovino's descent towards this living hell. He should have saved his brother's mind while it was still capable of being saved.

Nothing was alright anymore. Feliciano wanted nothing more than his brother to rock him to sleep, just like he had done when they were children in the orphanage. He wanted to hear that soothing lullaby, to be safe within his protective, sane, brother's arms.

There was a shout, the sound of breaking glass. A thump on the ground, but not the kind dead bodies made. It was more graceful, somehow. Like a tiger, jumping down to swipe at its prey. The rattling of the machine gun stopped. There was a commotion. Someone else was yelling, now. But instead of a terrified shriek, it was a bloodthirsty roar. A battle cry.