Hetalia- One streak across the Sky

Chapter 2- Darkness, Darkness

((Authors Note: Hello and i am back again with another chapter dudes XD))

That was all months behind him now, he was halfway through the school year and he still had no more friends than Matthieu, who seemed to understand him the most, but on this day, everything was going to finally change, for the better or the worse, it was really not sure, but it was going to be something to change everyone's opinions on him, it was going to be a catastrophic event...

Feliciano was walking through the school, getting little whispers about him, they were curious about him now, but he was still afraid of a lot of the other students there who liked to use him as a glorified doormat and treat him like a piece of dirt

He walked into the classroom, where he was now sitting right next to the window, watching the cars go by since he was already done with his assignments, he and the other kids from the foster home, they escaped again and were always in the forest, the teachers have not been able to find out where they were, the police either for a matter of fact, and now the other boys from the foster care were coming to school too, they were decent, and some even got into sports, Derek in baseball and Josh was in basketball, Feliciano was into music, he could play the guitar, piano, violin, cello, accordion, and percussion, he was very good, but he only played it after school, when he was waiting for all of the police and the teachers to leave, he and his foster friends waited in the basement, and they went into the school around seven, then they got to go home at eleven, it was a slightly fair trade.

Watching the window, he noticed a huge black car, it was pulling up to the school, he saw who was inside, it was their old caretaker, and he looked very, very enraged, he almost looked like a panicked and crazed animal, panicked was from the dilated eyes, he was mad with them since he lost his business after they had escaped him and told the police how he was through a note, not a good idea at all...

Stepping from the car he was in, the caretaker took out a large gun and a knife, at this, Feliciano's eyes widened, and the man talked up the the door, near the office, he kicked the door down, and he walked inside, immediately, there were screams heard outside of the room, scared and confused as there were feet running in all directions, Feliciano looked over to a seat where Derek was supposed to be, and there was no one there, he went to go and get a drink! OH no, he had not been taught lock down rules yet!

Getting from his seat in a hurry, the Italian ran out the door and he runs down the hallway, only to come to see the caretaker, he was holding derek by his neck while he held the knife, it was getting closer and closer to his face, and the boy thought quick, he clenched his hands

" You little rats put me out of buisiness, now all of you are going to suffer, i can guarantee that, i will make sure you pay you little cretans!" the man was out of it, like there was no barrier, and the knife was getting closer and closer to the other boys neck, he had tears in his eyes as he was starting to struggle in the grip he was in, he was trying all he could to get away

Thinking quickly, the fear filled Italian started to speak, there was a pencil nearby, and the man had a nearly blind left eye, he was going to be weak there, that and he seemed to love to close his eyes while he was talking so the italian is trying to piece all of the abilities and weaknesses to try and get his foster friend free from the nut case.

" Why are you attacking Derek then? I was the one who wrote the letter, i was the one who gave it to the police, i was the one who helped them escape, if anyone put you out of business that you think you should even remotely blame, it is ME!" The Italian mustered up the courage to talk to the dark man, who closed his eyes, right before he responded with a growl

" You little shit.... How dare you!" He yelled and his grip was tightening on Darek who gave a pained squeak from the back of his throat, the Italian took the time to charge at the man, who still had his eyes closed and he stabbed the pencil in the arm holding the knife, successfully making the man drop it and scream in pain, by this time, some of the teacher opened the doors to see what was going on