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1Px2P Hetalia: Pasta time!Feliciano regained his consciousness only to find that he was in a dim room, and for some strange reason he couldn't move. To his surprise, his wrists and ankles were held down by duct tape that thickly went all around the table he was on. Nope, it wasn't that easy to escape. He looked around to see knives placed neatly on shelves, and cleavers, and other objects that could harm people. Once he saw the chainsaw laying in the corner, he shuddered. Wait... was he in Luciano's basement?
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No. It couldn't be. Luciano wouldn't hurt his beloved friend, right? After all, he was in a close relationship with Feliciano. But why would he bring him here? The cheerful Italian's mind was flooded with thoughts and unanswered questions; he didn't know if he was scared or completely calm about the whole situation and scene.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and he was assuming it was Luciano. Congrats to him, he got the answer right.
"Ciao, my precious Italian friend~" the red-haired man chirped, literally s