Lies Drive to Insanity 4

Italy stepped out of his hiding spot. He made no move to dispose of the bodies. Let them be found on their own terms.

Two more people caught his eyes. China and Japan were discussing their dinner plans. Italy jumped into their conversation. "Ve~ Can I join you?" He asked. His voice sung with joy and laughter.

Dammit stop sounding so happy!

China grunted in response. Japan happily agreed. The three males made their way to where China was staying for the week.

Once the arrived, all three of them began preparing meals. Each of them making dishes from their culture.

New blood seeped from Italy's wounds. He hadn't realized how deep the cut was. Blood trickled down his eye. His mind imagined how Holy Rome's death was.

Bloody grass. Dead children. A blonde man with a sad smile. Joy from the other side for winning.

A deep hatred grew for everyone that was involved. Subconsciously, Italy slipped the knife into his palm. He turned his head to where Japan stood. His auburn eyes caught China's brown ones, who was walking behind the two.

As Italy lunged for the younger male, China charged the Northern Italian, his wok raised.

The old nation was too late. Italy's knife had sliced through Japan's throat. Blood splattered onto the beautiful kitchen tiles. The head dropped to the floor and rolled to China's feet.

"What the hell!" He yelled. "You just killed Japan, aru!"

Italy didn't seem to be paying any attention. He was simply stroking his weapon. Whispering to it in Italian. Bible versus escaped his mouth. There was one word that China understood, Rome.

China's body tensed. "R-Rome?" His voice was barely a whisper.

Italy turned and strode towards the other nation. "You knew Holy Rome? You knew him in his dying day, yet you didn't tell me?" He spat onto the other man's face. "Well Yao, you're in luck. I'm going to kill you. You're going to meet him again."

He swiped his knife across Yao's face. He took out both of his eyes. Blood curling screams escaped China's mouth. Italy knocked him down and stood on his throat. Soon his voice faded into nothing.

Italy smiled at his handy work. He had sent six people away in one day. And they had prepared him dinner. He ate the meal prepared for him. When he was done, he retired into one of the many bedrooms.