Germany watched as Feliciano left yet again. He never knew where he went and he didn't want to find out. He had been living with Feliciano for about four days, and he could tell he did not like him. When ever Germany tried to talk to him, he ignored him or yell at him to leave him alone. Germany was wondering what he could do to get Italy back.
Meanwhile, Feliciano was searching around for clues. He went to Austria's house, a knife in his hand. He was going to get information from him and Hungary. He had a feeling they knew what had happened. Feliciano knew Holy Rome was gone, but he was going to eliminate the person who took him down. Then he would tell Italy and they could be together. He smiled at that.
He knocked on Austria's door and waited. When Austria finally opened the door, Italy gave him a devilish grin.
"Ciao. May I come in?" Feliciano asked and Austria looked at the knife.
"It's very unusual for you to carry a knife," Austria commented and Feliciano just rolled his eyes.
"Yea whatever," he said as he rose the knife up. "You have some information I want Austria. I would advise you give it to me."
Austria just slammed the door in his face. Feliciano laughed.
"Alright! I'll come back another time then!" Feliciano said as he walked away. When he got home he saw Prussia talking with Germany.
"So you're here yet again," Feliciano snarled as he walked over. Prussia glared at him.
"Yes, so what if I am? What are you going to do about it?" Prussia asked and Feliciano just shook his head.
"Nothing. I can't really do anything," Feliciano said as he sat down. Germany looked at him.
"When will you give Italy's body back to him?"
"When I've fulfilled my mission."
"And what exactly is your mission?" Prussia asked and Feliciano gave him a sly grin.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Feliciano laughed and Prussia just stared at him. "Anyway, why don't you go home? You won't get any information from me."
"I'm staying here for a few days. Germany can't watch you 24/7 so I'm here to help him," Prussia said and Feliciano chuckled.
"Great, so I'm a child now? Lovely. Then I guess I'll go to my room," he said as he got up and left the room. Prussia looked at Germany.
"I guess you were right. I'll try to figure out what he wants so we can free Italy."
The next day he went back to Austria's house. He didn't even knock, he just walked in. He walked into the living, earning surprised looks from Austria and Hungary. He walked over and jerked Austria up. He held the knife to his throat as Hungary gave him a wide-eyed look.
"Tell me what you know about Holy Rome!"
"No. You don't need to think of him anymore Italy," Austria said and Feliciano applied pressure.
"You need to tell me! Or do you want me to slit your throat?"
"Italy!" he heard Hungary shriek as she stood up.
"Shut up! I'm not Italy," Feliciano growled. He took the knife away and turned toward Hungary. He walked over to her with a devilish grin on his face.
"If Austria won't tell me, then maybe torturing you will make him tell me what I need to know," he said as Hungary backed away. She pulled out her frying pan and Feliciano sighed. He raised the knife up.
"Wait! I'll... I'll tell you who to ask," he heard Austria say from behind him. He turned toward him and Austria looked away. He walked over and took Feliciano to the door.
"I don't know much. Ask Prussia, he can tell you everything," Austria said as Feliciano walked out.
"Thanks for the help," Feliciano laughed as Austria slammed the door. He headed back to Germany's house to ask Prussia about Holy Rome.
When he got there he immediately went to Prussia's room. Prussia looked up at him as he walked in.
"What do you want?" Prussia asked as Feliciano walked over.
"I want you to tell me about Holy Rome," he said and Prussia laughed.
"No. That's none of your business," Prussia said and Feliciano swung the knife at him. Prussia sighed and grabbed Feliciano's wrist quickly, squeezing it until he dropped the knife. He stood up and jerked Feliciano to the side, making him fall over.
"Why are you interested in Holy Rome? Is that who your mission is about?" Prussia asked as he glared down at him. Feliciano glared back.
"What if it is? Are you going to deny me this information," Feliciano grinned, "Cause I have other ways of getting the information I need."
"Are you sure you want to know? I doubt you'll be pleased with it."
"Is that to say you'll tell me? If so, then yes, I really want to know," Feliciano said and Prussia yanked him up. He dragged him to Germany's office.
"What the hell! Let me go!" Feliciano snapped as he tried to jerk free, but Prussia had a tight hold on him. He stopped in front of Germany's office and stood there. He pointed at it.
"That's who Holy Rome is. Germany lost his memories so he doesn't know he was Holy Rome. Happy now?" Prussia whispered so Germany couldn't hear him. Feliciano shook his head.
"No I'm not. I covered up everything about Holy Rome for Germany's sake. The last thing he need is guilt over this," Prussia said as he walked away. Feliciano glared at Germany but gave a creepy smile.
Feliciano walked over to Italy with a sad expression. It was fake of course, but he had to make sure Italy believed this.
"Italy," he said and Italy looked over at him. He immediately noticed the sad look on Felciano's face.
"What's wrong?" he asked and Feliciano shook his head. He tilted Italy's chin up and gave him a soft kiss.
"I'm sorry Italy. Holy Rome is dead."