The Kill (Bury Me) - A GerIta Story

Chapter 3: Fratello and Bruder

Italy's eyes fluttered open as the sunlight of the day started flowing through his window. He yawned and sat up in his bed. The familiar tingling sensation that was surging through his arm was hard to ignore but the Italian knew that if he cut himself now, he would surely get caught.

The small Italian slowly got to his feet and walked toward his old and worn wardrobe, still shaking from the day before. He got dressed, making sure that he looked smart and presentable so he didn't get beaten by the cruel German that he lived with. Then, the man went into the bathroom to clean himself up. In the mirror he saw himself; the bruises were still visible, but not as much. He sighed and washed his face, before brushing his hair and withdrawing from his room. However, just before he could walk downstairs, the doorbell was heard.

"I'll get it!" Germany shouted from downstairs, scaring Italy slightly. When he opened the door, he was surprised with a hug. Before he could ask who the person hugging him was, his question was answered. "Bruder! It's been so long! How're ya doin'?" To this, he groaned and pushed his brother off him. "It's nice to see you too, Prussia. What are you doing h- " He was cut off by another country, this one looking a lot like Italy but... shorter? Then he remembered; Italy had a brother. "Where is mio fratello, you ugly bastard?!" Romano shouted. Making the two Germans flinch. Germany answered with, "He's probably upstairs... sleeping." His tone was angry as he turned towards where Italy was on the stairs to signal to him to hide away. This made Italy run back to his room and lock his door, afraid of what Germany would do if he disobeyed him. After this, Germany looked back toward the two males in front of him, smiling slightly at his brother. "Anyway, what are you two doing here?" He asked, making the other two look at each other. "We just wanted to check up on you and mio fratello. What's wrong with that, bastard?" The older Italian explained, usual angry tone immanent in his deep voice. "You will let him see him bruder, ja?" The albino added on, smiling widely at his little brother. Germany paused, thinking of the consequences of his actions from the day before. However, he eventually answered. "...Fine... just make it quick."

Running up the chocolate brown stairs, Romano eventually got to Italy's room. He knocked. "Fratello, open up." He commanded toward his 'little' brother. No answer. He tried to open the door, which to his surprise, wasn't locked. He slowly entered the dark room. "Fratello?" Romano listened out for an answer, but got none. Only silence.

Until a cry was heard in the darkness.