This is going to be the last chapter in the story. It may be short, as I don't have much of a passion for hetalia anymore. Nevertheless, I would still love to finish it. Before I forget, Trigger warnings! Death, Violence, Gore, and suicide.

On with the story.

Oliver flew to the two in the tree, a frantic look in his eyes. "What the hell?! What are you doing here?!" Ludwig demanded, standing immediately. Gilbert scrambled to his feet, ready to fight if need be. Oliver held his hands up in defense. "I haven't come to harm either of you! I am going to take you to your boyfriend! They're going to kill him!" He said, panic in his voice.

Gilbert and ludwig looked at each other skeptically, and then back at Oliver. "How do we know you're not lying to us?" Gilbert growled. Oliver sighed. "You don't. I know it's hard to trust me, what with all I've done.. But you have to trust me! He's running out of time!" He said. The two german brothers whispered to each other, deciding if they should follow the brit. Ludwig sighed. He looked at oliver. "Where is he?"

Klaus grabbed feliciano, and slammed him against a wall, one of feliciano's wings threatening to break. Feliciano grit his teeth, eyes wide. Thoughts kept running through the small italian's skull, 'I'm going to die.. They're going to kill me! I'll never get to see Ludwig or Lovino again!', Adrenaline pumped through his veins and his heart felt as if it were taking off at 1000 miles per hour. Feliciano froze, as vinnie said a command in italian.

That moment was when Feliciano decided he would try and fight.

Feliciano slammed his knee into the groin of the taller german man, and sent a roundhouse kick to his skull. Klaus' knife went skidding over to Jason. The adrenaline keeping his strength up, Feliciano punched Jason in the face, grabbing his bat and slamming it into the american's gut. Feliciano was hit in the back with the metal pipe of the russian of the group, fracturing his wing and knocking the wind out of him. Feliciano fell to his knees, gasping desperately for air. Vinnie slammed his boot down on the italian's back, pressing more air out of the weaker male.

Feliciano grit his teeth once more. He swore that if he ever got out of this alive, that he would never skip training again. Something shining caught his eye. Feliciano snatched klaus' knife and stabbed it into vinnie's leg with one swift move. He twisted the knife quickly and shoved vinnie with his good wing. Feliciano jumped to his feet and got punched in the face by the other italian. The punch broke feliciano's nose. Vinnie took a knife out and jabbed at feliciano. Feliciano jumped to the side and wiped blood from his face, glaring at the other.

The russian of the group raised his pipe again, but vinnie raised a hand. "No. This is between me, and this fucker. I'm going to personally gut him and mount his head on the wall." Vinnie snarled. "Bring it you piece of shit." Feliciano growled, voice low. Vinnie cracked his neck, while feliciano cracked his knuckles.

Feliciano was about to throw a punch to vinnie's nose, knowing that just two pounds of pressure could drive a nose bone into someone's skull and kill them instantly. A gunshot echoed throughout the gang's hideaway. Feliciano's eyes widened, a bullet hole in vinnie's skull. Vinnie fell with a thud, eyes wide open in a permanent look of astonishment.

Everyone turned to look behind them, as gilbert and ludwig stood in the entrance, Ludwig holding a smoking pistol. Feliciano smiled wide, despite the pain in his whole body. "You came for me." He said, voice gravelly from no water. Ludwig looked at feliciano. "Of course. I-" "Ok we don't have time for a sappy cheesy love scene, come on!" Gilbert groaned. "Right, sorry." Ludwig said. The russian who I really cannot remember the name of for the life of me tried to slam the pipe into feliciano's head in an attempt to cave his skull in, but was stabbed in the back, puncturing his lung. The russian fell, pipe clattering on the floor, to reveal a shirtless winged oliver holding a bloody knife.

Jason's eyes widened. "... Oliver.." He croaked. The gang of 2ps, that were still alive and/or not dying on the ground, Started to close in on the poor brit. Ludwig picked feliciano up. Gilbert started to pull his own gunout, but oliver looked at them. "I'll be fine! Go!" He yelled. Gilbert nodded a thanks to the brit, before soaring out with Ludwig and Feliciano trailing behind.

Oliver dodged many weapons, and slipped through their legs, sprinting away as profanity was yelled at him. "You piece of shit!" Jason yelled. "You are the reason Vinnie and the russian guy are dead!" He added, poison in his tone. Oliver locked the bedroom door behind him. He quickly ran to his bedside table, took a silver and golden pistol out from the drawer, loaded it, and said a quick prayer. Oliver put the pistol against the roof of his mouth, and fired.

Once Ludwig, Feliciano, and gilbert were safe and had feliciano all patched up, Ludwig and feliciano said their thanks to gilbert, and lovino came over to see his little brother. After Lovino left, Feliciano and Ludwig snuggled in Ludwig's bed, happy to finally be back in each other's arms. "I love you, Ludwig." "I love you too, feliciano. I always have, Since the 900s."

The End.