"See you later, Feliciano!" Antonio called from the front door.

"Bye!" Feliciano called back from a few rooms over. He heard the door close as Romano and Antonio left to go shopping and to go for lunch. Romano had insisted that that it wasn't a date but the bright red blush on Romano's face made it obvious that it was.

Romano could be one of the only people Feliciano trusted truly. Sure Romano yelled at him a lot but Lovi was the only one who Feliciano knew loved him. He had an odd way of showing it but he had often heard Romano defend him, even if he called him an idiot while he did so. Feliciano was Romano's brother, his other twin, so Feliciano knew he didn't like to show emotion and showed affection by calling people names.

There was some truth in Lovino's thinking though; if you didn't show emotion, or put on a fake mask, no one would care to notice your true feelings. Feliciano had often thought of how his brother hid from his pain so well. He could probably recruit his brother to work with him.

Feliciano waited until he was sure they had left and weren't coming back. He quietly rose from his chair and looked around the room with a smirk. The room was like an empty canvas and he was the painter. It was full of so much potential; he could see all the beautiful possibilities he could create with just a swing on an arm or the shot of a gun he had hidden in his jacket.

He first started with going outside and, using the plants along the side as cover, shot the doorknob, breaking it open and causing the large oak door to swing open almost ominously. .

Pulling on a pare of gloves, he opened the door. He walked towards the room where he had been sitting. Once in the room he shot a hole in the couch and started knocking over lamps, chairs, picture frames and other things Antonio had around the room.

Once satisfied with the beautiful chaos in that room, Feliciano moved to the next room.

He destroyed the room just as he had to the other and went into the kitchen. He knocked over things on the counter, smirking as the glass broke around his feet.

Picking up a knife, Feliciano admired the gleam on the silver blade from the lights and smiled. He skillfully took the knife and ran it down his arm. The skin parted to the knife and started to bleed. It reminded him of all the times he had been alone at night to release all the pain and self hatred.

He grinned insanely when he realized that this time he was doing it for his benefit. No more blaming himself or causing himself pain. He had taken a different path for his life and loved every minute of it.

He let the blood drip to the floor and let the knife clatter down. He slowly walked to the back door letting the blood slowly drip down his forearm and onto the floor. Once outside he took a cloth from his pocket and put it over his wound. He walked casually down the road until he was about a mile away to where he had left his car. Climbing in, he drove to his house with a big grin.

"Aw! Lovi, you're so cute!" Antonio cooed as he turned onto his street. He really couldn't resist the Italians pouting or swearing.

Romano pouted, crossing his arms. "S...shut up bastardo. I'm not cute." he grumbled. Antonio's smile only widened at Romano's red tinted face. He was just so cute when he got mad; turning the color of a big, plump tomato.

"Mi tomate, you're blushing." Antonio pointed out; poking Romano's puffed out cheek. Romano's eye twitched slightly in irritation, causing his mouth to curl slightly.

"Baci il mio culo(Kiss my ass)." Romano yelled quickly. Antonio quickly translated the Italian.

"Maybe later, Lovi." Antonio said pecking Romano's cheek making him blush even more if that was possible. He loved being able to make him do that so easily.

"S...shut up!" Romano stuttered. Antonio smiled and pulled up to the house. Antonio parked the car. As Romano unbuckled his seat belt and leaned forward, Antonio snagged Romano by his waist and pulled him onto his lap.

"W-what are you doing?" Romano exclaimed squirming in Antonio's grasp. His eyes met with Spain's and he stopped seeing the affection glowing in the Spaniards eyes.

"Te amo, mi poco di tomate." Spain said tenderly.

"T...te amo, bastardo." Romano stammered with a light blush. He turned his gaze away from Antonio's. Antonio smiled gently and brushed Romano's hair, avoiding the curl...for now. Antonio's heartbeat quickened. It wasn't often when Romano said those words but when he did, it meant more then anything else.

"Did you have fun ?" Antonio asked gently brushing Romano's cheek. He and Romano had gone shopping then went out to a fancy Italian restaurant where Romano had of course gotten pasta.

"S...si." Romano said leaning slightly into Antonio's touch.

"Bene! I'm glad." Antonio smiled. He would do anything to make the Italian happy. He quickly pecked Romano's cheek and let him get up. Romano blushed and slowly got up. Antonio did not look at Romano's butt as he got out of the car...

Antonio's smile didn't fade as he got out of the car. He went to the back of the car to grab the bags. Romano took a couple bags and began walking up to the house. Antonio followed behind him, watching Romano walk ahead of him. Romano walked up to the porch and froze, dropping the bags to the floor as his body stiffened and his arms went ridged.

"What's the matter, Lovi?" Antonio asked. He looked at Romano's shocked and horrified expression then to the side to see what Romano saw. He dropped his own bags when he saw what Romano saw.

The front door was ajar and the door knob was deformed. A bullet casing lay discarded on the floor. At the same time, Romano and Antonio rushed inside afraid of what they would find if they went inside.

Stopping at the doorway of the living room their fear escalated. There was a bullet hole in the couch, a gun lying innocently on the ground, pictures and furniture skewed all over the room, indicating a struggle. The mess continued to the next room then to the kitchen.

Antonio's heart thumped loudly in his chest, so loud he was sure Lovino could hear it. It sickened him to think of Feliciano sitting at home and then have someone break in when he'd already been through so much. He imagined Feliciano weakly struggling to run away, getting thrown against a wall, knocking over a picture frame or onto a table, making it crash under the force of the weight.

Romano quickly walked ahead of him. Upon entering the kitchen a wail left Romano's lips. Antonio hurried in, fearing that Feliciano's dead body would by lying on the floor. Instead there was a small puddle of blood and a knife on the floor along with shards of glass. Antonio spotted drips of blood leading to the back door. He quickly followed it seeing it stop outside. Whoever had come inside had taken Feliciano with him.

He quickly returned to Romano who was trembling and struggling to hold his tears. Antonio wrapped Romano in an embrace. Romano stiffened and fought at first but relaxed when he couldn't hold his tough outer barrier together any longer. He hugged Antonio tightly, burying his head into Antonio's shoulder.

"Its ok to cry, Lovi. It's not good to hold things in." Antonio whispered in Romano's ear. He stroked the back of Romano's head softly. A sob escaped Romano. As if a dam had broke, all of Romano's tears fell. His shoulders shook as he cried into Antonio's shirt.

He rubbed Romano's back gently. He tried to push down the feelings of dread. Whoever had taken Feliciano wouldn't mind killing him if he was trying to shoot and stab him. Antonio pulled Romano down to a crouch, holding him tightly to his own body.

Romano's sobs eventually died down to soft whimpers. Antonio rocked him gently like a child.

Antonio gently pressed his lips to Romano's forehead. Romano pressed the side of his face to Antonio's.

"Everything will be ok, Romano. We'll find him and bring him home and everything will go back to normal." Antonio said trying to convince himself just as much as Romano.

"D...do you think whoever t...took Ludwig and Kiku took F...Feli?" Romano asked gently. Antonio frowned. He couldn't remember Romano ever calling Ludwig by his name.

"I think so, Lovi. But I don't think Feliciano's dead." Antonio said softly. He gently brushed Romano's bangs as if he was breakable. "There's not too much blood so perhaps whoever took Feli just injured him to get him out." Antonio gently patted Romano's back. "Let's get up and start the drive to the meeting. We'll report this to everyone after I clean up a bit. They'll have to take this serious now." Antonio said.

Romano nodded and Antonio gently pulled Romano to his feet. Romano kept his head tilted down, trying to hide his face as he wiped his tears. A sad smile tugged at Spain's frowning lips. He brushed the tear away. Romano looked up, his eyes red from crying. He looked so much like a beaten dog that Antonio couldn't resist hugging him again.

"Don't be too sad. We'll find him, I promise." he said. Romano hugged him back, surprising the Spaniard.

"Gracias Spain." Lovino said quietly. Antonio pulled back and rubbed his shoulders.

"Why don't you take a siesta while I clean ? I promise to wake you up when we need to go for the meeting." Antonio said.

Romano nodded quietly and climbed the stairs quietly. Poor Lovino... Antonio couldn't help but feel bad for him.

Antonio decided to start in the kitchen by sweeping up the glass. Afterwards he wiped up the blood, feeling sick to his stomach at the fact that someone out there is kidnapping countries and causing harm to someone as sweet and innocent as Feliciano.

Antonio was suddenly anxious to get to Romano before whoever it was who took Feliciano came for him too. He tidied up a few of the things that were knocked over before quietly hurrying upstairs.

Finding his way to Romano's room Antonio quietly crept in. Romano was curled up in a ball under his covers like a child. Antonio smiled gently at Romano's cute form and sat on the edge of the bed. The old bed groaned softly in response and sank under his weight. He gently brushed his hair. He drank in Romano's handsome features as he slept.

Romano smiled gently, still sleeping and moved to curl around Antonio's form. Antonio beamed brightly. Romano really was very cute. Antonio looked down at the Italian. His joyful smile softened to a look of adoration.

An image of Feliciano bleeding on the floor crossed his mind. It quickly turned into Romano on the floor; his dead eyes staring up at the ceiling, blood coming from his mouth and a crater in his chest and his beautiful russet hair getting stained with his life liquid. Antonio winced and shook his head. He didn't want to imagine his beautiful Lovi like that. He wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on his Lovi. He'd die before he ever saw that happen if he had anything to do with it.

Time flew and next thing he knew, it was time to wake Romano. He gently shook Romano's shoulders.

"Lovi!" he sang softly. Romano gently blinked his eyes open. He sat up half asleep. Antonio chuckled gently.

"I'll carry you out, mio tomate." he said. He picked Romano up bridal style and stood up. Romano wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned his head against Antonio's shoulder still tired. Antonio kissed his forehead and carefully walked downstairs to his car.

Antonio glanced at Romano as they neared the meeting room. He had pulled himself together, even slapping the Spaniard for carrying him. His mouth was set in a firm line and his eyes had a dangerous look to them.

Antonio and Romano walked inside the meeting room where everyone was arguing and yelling. Ludwig and Kiku still weren't there and neither was Feliciano.

"Shut up!" Romano yelled loudly upon entering the room. Everyone silenced and looked at Romano in shock. "Shut you mouths for just once and pay attention for once. Because you didn't take action when Feliciano told us about Kiku when Ludwig had already been missing, Feliciano was kidnapped. "Romano said loudly, glaring at the other countries, his eyes daring one of them to speak.

"What? Are you sure?" Arthur asked. Antonio could see Romano's eye twitch. Romano was so cute how he still didn't like Arthur even though both Arthur and Antonio's pirate days were over. Antonio reminded himself that he had to be serious; Feliciano and Ludwig and Kiku were relying on them.

"Of coarse I'm sure!" Romano snapped. "The house was torn up and there was blood on the floor!" Romano's voice cracked slightly in emotion. Antonio put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Romano kept his eyes hard even though Antonio could see tears glistening in his eyes like tiny lakes. He clenched his jaw, desperate to keep his tough mask but it was plain to see he was on the verge of crying.

Antonio wrapped his arms around Romano. "Shh. It's ok, Lovi." he said softly. He kissed the side of Romano's head. A pin could have been dropped on the floor and it would have been heard loud and clear. Romano never allowed Antonio to hug him in the middle of a meeting.

"H...hey. Don't cry, Romano. We'll find Feliciano." Francis said.

"Yeah dude! Feliciano will be just fine!" Alfred said. Romano pulled away from Antonio, wiping his eyes and setting his mouth in a frown again.

"S...sorry." Romano said softly to no one in particular. Antonio kept his hand on Lovino's shoulder.

"You should go home and get some rest." Arthur said. Romano shook his head firmly.

"No. I need to find Feli!" Romano said. A determined glow clouded over the sadness in Romano's eyes.

"We'll split and half of us will go to Antonio's house and half will go to Feliciano's house and try to look for clues. It's too late to do anything by the time we get there and you need to get a hold of yourself." Arthur said.

Romano sighed. "Fine." he grumbled. Antonio was honestly surprised he didn't yell at Arthur about his comment. No matter what would happen, Romano always had his attitude and spunk.

"Who wants to join us tomorrow ?" Alfred asked loudly. Antonio found his mood lightened by Alfred's tone. It wasn't the Americans usually loud tone. He was one of the strongest nations for a reason and he knew when to be serious. His tone was loud and encouraging; making those who heard want to stand up and do as he said.

"I will!" Arthur said, quick to join his lover.

"I guess I'll have to keep an eye on Angleterre." Francis said making England gawk.

"I'll go, aru!" Yao called. Antonio hadn't even considered how Yao would feel. Kiku was his brother and even though they had a rocky history they were still brothers. Siblings were friends for life. While friends and crushes came and went, siblings stayed together through thick and thin.

"Mother Russia will come, da?" Ivan said smiling sweetly. No doubt, Ivan probably wanted in just to see a few people begging on their hands and knees.

"The awesome Prussia will come to help mein bruder!" Gilbert exclaimed. Gilbert and his bruder didn't appear to be too close but it was obvious by their hair ruffles and how defensive they were of each other that everything wasn't what it appeared to be on the surface.

"I'll help too." Matthew said timidly. Everyone ignored him but Spain and Romano heard, glad that the timid North American country was helping.

"I'll help." Roderick said. Antonio couldn't imagine the Austrian wanting to get dirty but he had raised Feliciano so he probably wanted to find the Italian like he did.

"I'll go." Elizaveta said, no doubt not letting Roderick go alone when Feliciano had grown up with her too.

Romano couldn't help but smile seeing the group of people willing to help his fratello, "Thank you. All of you." he said quietly.

As soon as all the doors were closed Romano turned to look at Antonio.

"There's no way I'm waiting until tomorrow to start looking for Feli. I'm going to somehow go to Feliciano's house if you want to go." Romano said. His eyes were hard in determination. Antonio smiled gently, proud of how cool and collected Romano was.

"Of course I'll go with you, Lovi." Antonio said. Romano's expression didn't change. He jerked his head almost in a nod to acknowledge the Spaniard.

"Let's go then, tomato bastardo!" he exclaimed. Antonio nodded and drove to the younger Italians house.

"I'm going to go look for something by the road. Can you start looking in the house so I can move up towards the yard ?" Romano said pointing towards the driveway. It was dim now but the moonlight shined down on the lawn, casting long shadows on the grass.

"Alright. I'll go check inside." Antonio said obediently. Romano nodded and headed off towards the road.

Antonio watched him for a couple moments with a small smile. He turned and walked through the gate and along the pool. Antonio glanced down at the crystal water, the lights on the side of the pool casting water marks on the side of the pool. The shapes danced on the tiles and on the Spaniards tan face.

Antonio glanced up as the motion activated light switched on. Antonio stared as a shadow darted across the window. His eyebrows furrowed. Who would be in Feliciano's house at this time of night ?

There was a sound on the concrete behind Spain. Antonio glanced around, his eyes widening to see Feliciano's face. Relief washed over him for a brief moment before dread replaced it.

"W...what..." Antonio said confused as Feliciano smirked at him. Feliciano's hands rose to the side of Antonio's face making the Spaniard flinch. Something wasn't right! Feliciano was gone! He was kidnapped! This hardly looked like the face of a kidnapped man.

Feliciano smiled sweetly before thrusting Antonio's head to meet Feliciano's raised knee. Antonio was quickly consumed by unconsciousness.

Romano was walking up the driveway when he heard a splash. He turned around and glanced to the house.

"Toni?" Romano asked. No answer. "Antonio ?" Romano asked feeling worried. Still no answer. Romano took off running towards the pool. The idiot probably just knocked something into the water! He went through the door and looked around the pool. Seeing everything was still in place and seeing no one he felt fear seize his intestines. He quickly looked into the clear water and saw Antonio's body at the bottom of the pool. He appeared to be still, not attempting to swim or slow his quick descent to the pool bottom.

"Antonio!" Romano exclaimed loudly. He quickly dove in the water without a second thought, desperate to get to his lover.