HetaOni: Visions

Everywhere he looks, he sees blood.
Blood on white walls. Blood on wood floors. Blood on a piano. Blood on carpets.
Blood on nations.
The crimson color coats their uniforms and skins, dull eyes staring blankly into the distance, never to see again. Arms hang limply at their sides, never to move of their own free will ever again. Legs splayed out, sometimes broken in awful ways.
And then there is the monster.
It is always there. Big, hulking, the color of England's cooking. Claws stained with the crimson that coats everything else.
It prowls the hallways, searching for the nations, determined to rip their flesh apart. It never stops. It never sleeps. It just keeps going, slicing down anyone in its path, dealing mortal blows to anyone unlucky enough to cross it.
And with each death, there is always wailing.
Always, always there is that anguished wailing. The wailing of someone who has not only lost a friend, but also has failed in whatever their objective was. A wail of complete and utter despair, one that makes Romano feel like he is about to break down and join.
Romano had figured out long ago that it was Veneziano.
He does not know why he is shown these scenes. He does not know why he sees these visions of corpses and blood and the monster. He does not understand any of it.
But he has a feeling that they are important. That he must listen to them. That he must find Veneziano and rescue him, before these things come to pass.
Or, more rather, come to pass again.
He has a feeling that these are actually memories, for it is not just these blood-colored scenes he gets when he starts to black out from reality. He sees other things, things he knows are truly his brother's memories.
Hiding in a tomato box, only to be found by Germany. Standing beside a young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, teaching him to paint. Spending time with their late grandfather. Training alongside Germany and Japan.
Memories that somehow have slipped from his brother's mind and slid into his own.
So he must pay attention. He must go to that place, the mansion that lies three hours north of the World Summit.
And that is why he is wandering through the overgrown forest, memo pad in hand. He trudges through there with his best friend, reinforcements behind them, all to save the ten inside this place.
They will rescue them. They will not rest until they have found and gotten every last one of them out of there, alive. For Romano has a feeling that his brother will not rest until he has rescued each and every nation that is inside there with them.
So they must get them all out alive. They cannot fail. It is the only way to save Veneziano. To end his pain.
And to end these wretched visions.