Today was the date of the thirteenth meeting of nations, different from a world meeting because the nations from both worlds attended. Feliciano was usually either talking, or sleeping. This meeting, however, the nation had been oddly quiet, and had been glancing nervously at Luciano, his darker half. The red-eyed Italian, however, seemed to be ignoring Feliciano all together.

This didn't go completely unnoticed, but the nations that did notice assumed that Luciano had done something to frighten Feli... again. After all, he did tend to enjoy scaring the easily-frightened nation, but he had never actually hurt the other, despite his many chances.

The nations that thought this weren't completely wrong, but they weren't completely right either.

_About an half an hour earlier_

Luciano had cornered Feliciano in an empty room before the meeting.

"P-please don't hurt me!" Feliciano squeaked, already terrified, and slightly out of breath from the chase that had led them to the room. His evident fear only increased when Luciano took out one of his knives. He made sure to do so slowly and with purpose.

"I don't want to die, and-"

"I'm not after you... this time." Luciano said, cutting off Feliciano's rant before it started.

"Then why...?" Feli asked, confusion shining through the fear. Luciano smiled, this would be fun.

"You're too weak, and I think I've found a way to make you stronger." Luciano said with a smirk, "After-all, Italy is supposed to be the strongest nation, not the weakest." Luciano punctuated his last word by throwing the knife he had been toying with startlingly close to the other Italian, causing Feliciano to yelp.

"H-how's that?" Feli was trying to thing through what Germany had taught him. Stall, and try to find a way out. Exept, the only way out was behind his deadly counterpart.

"Kill your family a few times, torture them, I may even find a way to permanently end their lives." Luciano answered, casually.

Upon hearing this, Feli gasped and his eyes widened. This was not what he had been expecting, no, this was far worse. The very thought of it made him tear up.

"I've found that emotional damage can really change a person, especially if they know what happened was their fault." Luciano continued.

"Lovino shouldn't be any trouble, he's almost as much of a coward as you, always running back to Spain, or perhaps I'll take your precious little German down a notch or two, he's much to confident." Luciano had been walking closer as he spoke, causing Feliciano to back up until he hit the wall.

"And then, that little brother of yours, I'll make sure you're there when I get to him, I'll-" Whatever Luciano was going to say was brought to a sudden halt when Feliciano suddenly drew a pistol and shot the hand that had been holding the knife. This happened almost instantaneously, in almost less than a second, and before Luciano had a chance to react, Feliciano had cocked the gun again and had it pointed directly at the other nation's head, using the distraction to side-step around him so their positions became reversed.

"Lasciami stare la mia famiglia." (Leave my family alone.) Feliciano voiced. His hand shook slightly, as did his voice, but his aim never left his target, and his tone was more deadly than any Luciano had heard from the nations of Feli's world.

"If you hurt any of them, you will never be safe in this world again." This said, Feliciano stepped back quickly and shot the other again, in the shoulder this time. To Luciano's surprise, his counterpart seemed to have lost his fear, and actually seemed to be enjoying his position in a darker way, one Luciano was all too familiar with. It seemed as though he was contemplating shooting his counterpart again, to make sure he couldn't go for a knife when the door opened.

"Fratello?"(Brother?) An Italian voice asked. It was Flavio. Feliciano's eyes widened and he dropped the gun and raced past the blond Italian out the door.

_Back at the meeting with Feli _

Feliciano was terrified. What had he been thinking? Maybe he hadn't been. What had happened? He hadn't dealt with the mafia in years, but that was the only explanation he could come up with. That feeling, he hadn't felt like that since before he left the mafia. Which had hurt. He'd had to convince them he was dead, so he'd had to actually get shot, and die. Even back then though, he had never acted like that in front of another nation. The business with The Family stayed with The Family. Now what? What if Luciano went through with his threats? Feliciano knew that there was no way he'd go through with his own. He glanced at Lovino, despite what people may think, Lovino had never been involved with the mafia. Even if he seemed more the type. Although, perhaps, it may be better to get back in, just in case... he'd have to consider it, and call up some old contacts... if they were still alive.

_Back at the meeting with Luci_

Luciano should have killed him right there, at least once, perhaps a few times. He would've if it were a nation from his own world, heck, he'd have done it to nations of this world, Exept he'd been too shocked. A threat on his life was the last thing he expected from Feliciano. Bubbly, happy, fearful, weak Feliciano. Luciano glanced down at his hand that still had a slight scar on it. Most of the damage had already healed. The wound on his shoulder was still there though, since it had taken a few minutes to get the bullet out and Flavio had refused to help, saying he didn't want to get blood on his clothes. Luckily for him, Luciano always brought an extra change of clothes in case he got blood on one pair- preferably someone else's blood. He honestly wouldn't bother, but they always took Flavio's car. He glanced at his brother, then at Lovino. It would be interesting to see exactly what Feliciano meant by that threat. It would be nice to see his counterpart like that all the time, but which one to take down first? Not the kid, that would be last. Should he go after Lovino or Ludwig? It could be fun to attack the German that his counterpart cared so much about when he wasn't expecting it. He'd ask Flavio for his opinion, not that it would help much...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was a mess. So, I fixed it up. Now it's nice and pretty. And I like it better. Hopefully you do too.