The Guide to the Protector (A HetaOni, 2ptalia and Female Reader Fanfiction)

|ChApTeR EiGhTeEn| Piano Room (Part Two) (4K Reads!)

(A/N: Holy crapola guys it happened. 4K reads oml what even is my life anymore. I don't want this to get long and deep but thanks. Thank you for the votes, the comments and the support. I wouldn't be writing if I wasn't inspired by you guys.

So a little warning just like Chapter Sixteen this is going to include a memory and it's going to be pretty violent/gruesome too so beware. But I'm sure most of you enjoy that stuff lol so enjoy~!)

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|Reader's POV|

Tick.

"Following the pattern so far,"

Tock.

"It should be here..."

Tick.

"Ah, I knew it would be here."

Tock.

"Knew what would be here, Japan?"

"Ah, (Name). We haven't talked in quite a while. Are you...alright?"

Tick.

"There's no need to worry about me, I'm as fine as I can be right now."

"Please, don't forget that you can confide in me. Perhaps after all this confusion blows over...?"

"I will. I promise."

Tock.

"So what's that cupped in your hands?"

"A clock." Japan turned to face me, lifting the clock up to show me. "This is still worrying me. I think I should break it as soon as possible."

"I agree." I gently pried one of his hands off the clock, replacing it with mine. "Let's do it together, okay?"

Japan nodded silently. We raised the clock into the air and smashed it against the wooden cabinet. 

"There. One more...(Name)?!"

I slammed my palms against the cabinet, bowing my head. I harshly scraped my fingertips along the smooth wood, tucking my fingers into two fists. My wind pipe felt as if it were gradually getting crushed, choking me. After a lengthy forty thirty seconds or so, my knees gave it, buckling under the weight of my body. I dropped to the ground, my eyes finally fluttering closed.

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"(Name), I sincerely apologize yet again. That must've not been the most pleasant way to get you into your dream world but it needed to be done. Do you remember when you first entered the mansion?  Do you...remember?"

"...Remember what?"

"Remember the promise you need to keep." 

That voice. The one that usually visits me when I'm unconscious. I haven't heard it in so long. It brought peace to my jittering nerves-

'Mind if I join you down memory lane, bella?'

"Luciano Vargas..."

"You know him?" I asked, looking at Luciano. How many more things did I not know?

"Don't trust him, (Name). Promise me you won't."

'So many promises...' I thought. I nodded solemnly. "I won't."