Ludwig went to the Vargas brothers house in Italy for a break. He was stressed out from all the work being a country, so a vacation was badly needed. Tacking his bad off the baggage claim, he left to the front of the airport to wait for his Italian friend and his brother. Ludwig waited on a bench and sat quietly, listening to the tourist point and talk to one another. Some of them were talking to taxi's for service, other were walking to a person to ask for help. He took notice of the natives of the country. How they spoke the language fluently and happily with their family and friends whom came to get them. Coming from a country where the language was a bit aggressive, it felt nice to hear a soft and soothing language that rolls of your tongue. Literally and figuratively.

   Germany stood up as Feliciano and Lovino got out of their expensive, red, sports car. A Ferrari. How could he not see that coming? One of them was the head of the largest mafia on their country, another was one of the amazing artists in said country, and Ludwig didn't know what their older brother did; but he knew they made a lot of money.

   The brothers walked to the German with such confidence and in a relaxing manner, that it made the country happy the even be near them. Feliciano wore a maroon red collar shirt with blue jeans. Dark brown loafers hitting the pavement as the sunglasses atop his auburn brown hair bounced slightly at the Italians quick walking to the German. He had to admit, the guy looked good. Seeing as he hardly ever saw the person without his military uniform. The women around them stared at Feliciano with eyes wide open and filled with lust, but the Italian didn't take notice for the one on his mind was the tall blonde muscular German.

   Lovino, Feli's brother, didn't go up to the German but instead leaned against the red Ferrari. Wearing a similar outfit to his brothers with a black shirt-sleeved button-up collared shirt and brown/grey pants and black loafers, as well as black ray band sunglasses adorned the dark brown haired male. The women around him looked at him with the same amount of lust as his brother.

   When Italy reached Ludwig, he grabbed his bag and walked to the car and placed it in the small trunk of the sports car. And told Germany to hurry up and get in. Ludwig was skeptical at first when getting in the car; it wasn't everyday when a tall German got into the back seat of a small luxurious Italian car. But he managed to sit down, not in the most comfortable way, nevertheless he got in.

     They drove away from the city. Passing dozens of markets, restaurants, shops, parks. Everyone going about their day happily. Chatting with someone whom was their friend when they saw their companion; the country of Italy was peaceful and happy. You could tell that the boot-shaped country was happy for the two brothers that are the country were happy. Feliciano was smiling as he took pictures of the city, his brother, the German, and himself and put it on the countries version on of Instagram. Feli had one arm out the window holding onto the roof of the car nonchalantly while scrolling through the home feed.

    Lovino was leaning back comfortably on the car seat, on hand on the steering wheel the other resting on the arm rest in the middle of the two brothers. His sunglasses were perched on the bridge of his nose was he drove down the country/beach side now. The refreshing sent of the salty water and the brightly colored plains across the road made Ludwig glad he took the vacation.

   Farther down the road was a fancy metal gate that was the entrance to a small neighborhood of villas. Some of them were close together, other were spread far apart. But the had one thing in common. An amazing view. Whether it be the gorgeous crystal blue ocean or the light green never ending hills of the plains. And Germany was happy when they stopped at a villa that wasn't facing the ocean. Because the view of the from his room was going to be the ocean and he liked the smell of the ocean breeze in the morning.

    The Vargas lived in one of the smallest villas, but they had the best view of the ocean behind them. The alabaster white two story villa with its light brown roof tiles was simple and stunning. Two chimney's extend above the roof as they neared the front gate of their property. The house seemed to be on top of some sort of garage,basement like floor.  Windows were strewn across the house, seemingly like they didn't know where to put them, but it complemented the relaxed feel of the area and the house. In the front of the building, it had a brick path leading to the garage under the house from the street. A stone fountain stood dead center in the path, with lush green grass on either side.

     Ludwig didn't see the entrance of the house until he saw stairs along the wall of the house going up to the open aired entrance. All in all, the house was simple, yet gorgeous.

{the villa}

        "Benvenuto!" Feliciano said loudly as he opened the door to the villa.

      The entrance was beautiful and you wouldn't expect people like Lovino and Feli to have such an extravagant  entrance. The doors were glass with black designs on it that opened to a hardwood floored living room and entrance. Next to the door was the stair case that led up to the second floor. Above them was a balcony walkway that  connected the right side of the house to the left.  A hallway was seen going to the kitchen on the right and next to the stairs was a dresser and two chairs under a mirror. A chandelier hung from the ceiling above the stairs.

       Walking further into the house, Ludwig stepped into the living room. It was big. How could a room this big, could fit in a relatively small villa? Anyway, the room had four one-person couches and one long couch and all of them were of the same style and color. They stood on a big square black and white rug, pillows of the same design decorated the chairs and sofa.  In the center of the room was a glass table. Flowers and books decorated the table that was in front of the chimney. A painting hung above the mantle, and Ludwig recognized the art for it belonged to  Feliciano.  On either side of the chimney was a mirror with a bench under it. Over looking the whole room was the walkway.

      "Wow," Ludwig said looking at the place in awe. "Zhis place is better zhan my place."

        "Of-a course you-a potato bastard," Lovino said and walked down the hall way into the kitchen.

      "Glad you like-a it Germany," Feli said looking at his friend. "It took-a lot of convincing to make Seborga clean.  This way to your room."

    He led the German up the stairs to the bedrooms. Each room was a different color and the decorations for each room complimented the theme. Opening the door to a room, he revealed a relatively big room. A queen sized bed stood in the center off the back wall with iron bar going over it, coming to a point at the top. On either side of the bed was a table and a chair. At the foot of the bed was a stool that you could sit on, and directly in front of that along the wall was a couch. On the left wall was a dresser and a nice decorative plant. The other side had a desk, a chair, Mirror, and a big window. The bed sheets were green and white. Wooden beames held up the roof. Three going from the wall with the bed to the one with the couch and five going from the wall with the dresser to the one with the desk.

Ludwig said thank you and started to put his things in the dresser. He felt relaxed. The quiet house, he monotonous and soothing sound of the waves crashing against the sand. Even with the loud Italian brothers screaming at each other for who knows what, it was still better than his country. Although he loves his land and the people in it; he needs sometime for himself. To not be a country. To not worry about when the next war or who to be allies with and such.

*~.time skip to a few days later.~*

After a few days, things started to go wrong, but it wasn't Ludwig's fault. He didn't know the customs of the other country. He would say things completely wrong, and it'd sound wrong. He'd eat Feli's pasta. (With that one he got hungry one night and decided to see if he could have something to eat. So, he wet to the fridge and ate a plate with half eaten pasta. The next morning Feli went on a ten minute "tantrum" going on and on about who ate his pasta and why did they do it.)

The day after the pasta incident, was going normally until Lovino barged into Ludwig's room. Scared. Nervous sweat rolled down his face as he locked the door and put one of the chairs up under the handle to keep the door locked. Curious, Ludwig put his book down and asked the Italian why he came into his room. He simply said that Seborga ticked him off to the point where he was, "Someone he'd wish never to see again." Lovino paced around the room mumbling to himself, Ludwig got up and made his was to the door. Going to move the chair

"No! Don't so that! He could get in!" Lovino said quietly putting the chair back.

"Who is He?" Ludwig asked. Lovino was to going to answer when he heard the familiar yell from his older brother and a faint cry for help.

"I hope you never find out," South Italy said, distress filled his face and his curl looked crumpled. "And if fratello minore found out what he did to you..."

"Vell I'm-" The personification said before a loud and strong back hit the door causing Germany to jump and Romano to hide somewhere in the room.

The door opened from a powerful kick. And there in the doorway was a familiar Italian, but it wasn't the one Ludwig knew. Instead of his auburn hair and hazel eyes, this man had dark brown hair and red eyes that sometimes changed to purple. A frown was seen as he walked in the door way holding a very large and very sharp knife. His pale skin was now an ivory that seemed to go well with his personality. By what Ludwig could tell, this man was dark and sadistic. Hurting and killing for fun. This was Feliciano's dark side. His second personality.

The guy walked to Ludwig and pushed him down. Catching the German off guard, he fell. His back slamming against the cold floors. He looked up to see the man with a smile, a smile that could kill every single person if he sees fit. Walking over to Ludwig, the man picked him up by the collar and threw him towards the cowering Lovino in the corner. Frightened, Lovi attaches himself to the German for protection, but the German held onto the Southern Italian for he was scared of the sadistic man before him.

"Hello," The man said. His red violet eyes were dull, but had a spark in them. A spark that wasn't for happiness and life, one for rage and death. "I've never seen you before.

"You're annoying," The man said walking closer to the two and kicked Lovino in the head. Knocking him out cold and then tossing him away, he grabbed his knife and made a cut against Ludwig's cheek. A thin red line etched itself on his light skin, the crimson liquid falling down his face. "You know, You've made me mad this past week. And I was able to keep my anger down and put up with a piece of shit like you. But where are my manners?

"I'm Luciano," The italian said and stabbed Germany in the arm letting more blood cascade down to the floor. With a smile that would make satan scared he said, "Nice to meet you."

Published: 9/18/17
Words: 2,129