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Italy sat outside on the porch. He sighed sadly. He never liked to be alone for long. When he was alone for to long, he remembered. He remembered Holy Roman Empire. Those were the thought's plaguing him. He remembered dancing with him, teaching him how to paint...

And most of all, the day Holy Rome left him with the promise of coming back. How many years has it been? He should be back by now. He didn't want to think that Holy Rome had forgotten about him. Holy Rome wouldn't forget about him, right?

"Ciao Veneziano," he looked up at the sound of his brother's voice. He got up and smiled.

"Ciao fratello!" Italy said as he opened the front door. They walked in and Italy closed the door.

"The potato bastard not here?" Romano asked and Italy shook his head.

"No, he went somewhere with Prussia," Italy said as he sat on the couch. Romano sat beside him. They were silent for a few moments. Romano looked over at Italy, seeing the tears forming in Italy's eyes. He sighed.

"You're thinking of him again, aren't you?" Romano asked and Italy looked at him in surprise. He nodded and Romano grabbed him by the shoulders.

"You need to forget about him," Romano said harshly. "He isn't coming back!"


"No buts! Veneziano, if he was coming back, he would have been back by now. I'm tired of seeing you so upset by this! Forget about him Veneziano," Romano said and the tears spilled over. Italy just sat there sobbing, while Romano reached over and hugged. He knew he went to far, but Italy needed to let go and move on. He needed to let go of the false hope he has.

Italy was still sobbing, when Germany walked in. He looked at him and glared at Romano. Romano stood up.

"I guess I'll take my leave," Romano said as he left. Germany sat beside Italy and hugged him.

"What's wrong?" he asked and Italy shook his head.

"I-It's nothing. I-I just tripped and fell, that's all," Italy lied. He never told Germany about Holy Rome, and he didn't plan on telling him anytime soon.

"Well, okay then," Germany said as he stood up. He walked into the kitchen and Italy followed.

"What do you want for dinner?"


After dinner, Italy was taking a shower. His thoughts slowly floated back to Holy Rome. He gritted his teeth. Romano said to forget about him, but how could he just let go? It isn't easy! He pushed back the tears that threatened, and got out. After drying off, he got dressed and went to Germany's room. He walked over and crawled into bed with him. Germany smiled and patted his head.

"Hey Germany?"


"How do you let go of something you held on to for a long time? Like, a loved one who said they would come back but they never did?" Italy asked, looking up at him. Germany stared at him for a while with wide eyes. Italy just tilted his head.

"Something wrong?" Italy asked, and Germany looked away.

"N-No... I'm fine. I just don't know how to answer that," he said as he turned the lamp off. He laid down and Italy snuggled close to him to keep warm. They were silent. Italy was almost asleep when he heard Germany speak up.

"Hey Italy?"


"Why did you ask that?" Italy opened his eyes and looked up at Germany. He could see the worry in Germany's eyes.

"No reason. I was just wondering," he said. Germany sighed.

"Well, alright then. Good night."

"Good night."


"Holy Rome!"

Italy's eyes snapped opened. He sat up and noticed he was in a field of flowers. He saw a little girl in a green dress running toward a little boy.

Wait... That's me and Holy Rome!

He watched them play for a while and he smiled. He sometimes wished he could go back to those old times, but he knew it was impossible. His eyes saddened, and he looked down at the ground. He picked one of the flowers.

"Yes, that is you and Holy Rome. It happened so long ago, didn't it?"

Suddenly, the dream shattered. He was left in complete darkness. He stood up and spun around, coming face to face with red eyes. He took a step back. He was confused. He was facing an exact replica of himself, except for the eyes. He also had a more sinister air around him, something evil.

"Hello, Italy," his replica said and Italy cringed at how his voice sounded the same as well. Italy backed away, and the replica frowned. He walked forward and pulled Italy close. Italy tried to pull away, but he held him close. He nuzzled Italy and smiled. Italy breathed out unsteadily.

"W-Who are you?" he asked and the replica growled. He pushed Italy down and glared at him.

"I'm offended! You should know who I am!" he snarled and Italy flinched. His replica's face softened and he sighed.

"Anyway, how do you not know me?" he asked and Italy looked away.

"Ah... Well... You look like me, so... Are you me?" Italy asked hesitantly. The replica smiled and kneeled down. He cupped Italy's chin in his hand.

"Half correct. I'm your Dark side. You can call me Feliciano if you want," he said and Italy just stared at him.

"M-My Dark side?" he asked and Feliciano nodded.

"Si. I've been locked away for so long though. I broke out earlier today when Romano told you to move on."

"O-Oh..." Italy suddenly felt afraid.

"Don't worry. I won't do anything without your permission. In fact, I'll just visit you in your dreams. You can talk to me whenever you want. How does that sound?" Feliciano asked and Italy nodded.


"Good," Feliciano purred. He leaned over and kissed Italy.


"Ah!" Italy woke with a start. He put his hand over his chest. His heart was pounding. Had that really happened? Germany stirred beside him and looked up at Italy.

"Oh, good morning Italy," he said as he sat up. "Is something wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"No, I'm fine. I had a freaky dream is all."

"I see," Germany said as he got up. He looked at Italy and ruffled his hair. He got dressed and walked to the door.

"Get dressed, I'll go ahead and prepare breakfast."

"Okay," Italy replied as Germany walked out. He looked toward the window before getting up. He walked over and stared outside.

"It was just a dream... It was just a dream..."
Yes this is what I've been using my time on. I'm sorry, I'll get back to work on requests soon :iconimcanadiaplz:

Anyway I just had a strange urge to write Dark!ItalyXItaly while listening to the song Taking Over Me. I stuck Germany in there to make it work out, cause of the song.

So yea, This is a GermanyXItaly & Dark!ItalyXItaly story. Dark!Italy has no feelings for Germany sorry XD And please don't mistake this for 2P. It's not 2P at all, just Dark. ^^;

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A few months had passed. Italy was sitting on the porch, staring at nothing in particular. He was in a state of nothing, he barely responded to anything. Germany walked over to him and sat beside him. Italy looked at him with dull eyes.

"Italy... Please tell me what's wrong," Germany said but Italy just stared at him. Italy shook his head and got up.

"I'm going for a walk," Italy said, walking away. Germany sighed in frustration and got up. He went into the house and called Prussia.

"Hello, it's the awesome me!"

"Prussia, can you please come over? It's Italy. He's withdrawing himself, I think."

"Hang on. I'll be over in a moment."

---Two hours later---

Italy was walking home. He had so many thoughts on his mind. He closed his eyes, sighing softly. He was so close in just giving up. He was tired of everyone telling him the same thing over and over. How did they know that Holy Rome was gone?

When he walked in, he saw Prussia and Germany talking. They immediately stopped talking when they noticed him.

"Hallo Italy," Prussia said as he stood up. Italy didn't even acknowledge him. He went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. A few minutes later the front door opened and closed and Germany walked in to the bedroom.

"Italy? I'm really worried," he said, walking over to him. He kneeled down and put his hand over Italy's. Italy looked at him, but he didn't pull away.

"I... I called Prussia over here to talk about you. He said that you lost someone important to you. Is that why you're acting like this?" Germany asked and everything was silent for a moment. Then Italy let out a low growl.

"It's none of your business. I should kill him for telling you," Italy said angrily and Germany's eyes widened in surprise.

"W-What are you saying Italy?" Germany asked, cupping his cheek. Italy slapped his hand away and stood up. He backed away from him.

"Don't touch me!" he screamed. He ran out of the bedroom and left the house. He heard Germany following him, but he continued to run from him.

"Italy, stop!" Germany yelled, but Italy didn't listen. Suddenly, he got a sharp pain in his head. He fell to his knees and clutched his head.


"Are you okay?" Germany asked as he kneeled down beside him.

Let me take over , he heard Feliciano's voice. He clutched his head harder, tears streaming down his face. Germany put his hand on Italy's shoulder, but he barely noticed it.

Let me have control, Italy. I will find him for you. I will find Holy Rome.

"Y-You promise?" Italy asked and Germany gave him a confused look.

Yes, I promise.

Italy screamed loudly, making Germany flinch. Italy leaned forward even more, his eyes turning red as he let Feliciano gain control. He soon stopped screaming and he began to breathe heavily. Germany noticed he calm down a bit.

"Italy?" he asked, and Italy glared at him. Except it wasn't Italy anymore. It was Feliciano.

"I want to punch you right now, but you're Italy's friend. I'm sure if I hit you, he'd be upset."

"What are you talking about?" Germany asked, narrowing his eyes. Feliciano shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Nothing," he said as he stood up. Germany got up as well. He was confused by Italy's sudden behavior change. What was going on? Feliciano huffed and began to walk home. Germany followed. He wasn't so sure this was Italy any more. He reached out and pulled him close in a hug. Feliciano yelped and struggled against. Germany turned him around and noticed the red eyes. He let go of him.

"You aren't Italy."

"Really? I guess you're not as dumb as I thought you were," Feliciano grinned and Germany glared at him. "Anyway you're half way correct. I'm actually Italy's dark desires. You may call me Feliciano."

"Don't give me that crap. Where's Italy?"

"Safe inside, somewhere. I haven't had time to figure out yet," Feliciano said.

"Give him back control. I'm sure he didn't give you permission."

"That's where you're wrong. He gave me permission, and now I have a mission to fulfill for him," Feliciano sighed. He walked into the house and Germany closed the door. He didn't really trust Feliciano in his house, but he didn't trust him alone with Italy's body either. He would have to find a way to get Italy to take back over.


Feliciano was searching for Italy in the dream realm. He had to be here somewhere. Finally he saw him, chained to a wall. He grinned and walked over. Italy looked at him, a bit terrified.

"W-Why am I chained here? I'm scared..." Italy said and Feliciano cupped his cheeks.

"Don't be scared, my dear. You have to be chained so I can keep control, since I'm only a subconscious," he said, trying to soothe him. "It's only for a little while."

"O-Okay," Italy said, calming down a bit. Feliciano smiled and kissed him.

"Ti amo."
:iconmingtrollplz: Feliciano has control now!

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Everything was silent for a moment. Feliciano dropped the gun and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. He was breathing heavy and trying to make the bleeding stop. Germany glared at Prussia, who had shot him.

"Prussia! Why the hell did you shoot him?" Germany asked as he got up and walked over to Feliciano.

"Because if I didn't, he would've shot you!" Prussia said as he walked over.

Feliciano's thoughts began to swim as his vision got blurry. He covered his mouth before coughing up a lot of blood.

"Feliciano, are you okay?" Germany asked, but Feliciano ignored him. He reached for the gun but Prussia kicked it away from him, making Feliciano growl.

"D-Dammit, I... Can't keep control," he said, his eyes flashing between amber and red. He closed his eyes tightly, cringing when Italy took back control. He looked at Germany with wide eyes.

"Italy!" Germany hugged him when he saw Italy's amber eyes. Tears welled up in Italy's eyes as he hugged him.

"I'm sorry Germany... I think the end is here... I feel light-headed..." Italy said as his eyes closed.

"No! Italy!"


Feliciano had his hands around Italy's throat, choking him. Italy had tears running down his cheeks as he tried to pry Feliciano's hands away.

"Feliciano! Please stop!" Italy cried. Feliciano growled as he squeezed harder.

"I could've killed him, but you had to interfere! Now look at where we are!"

To be honest, neither one of them had a clue as to where they were. It was different than the dream realm. It was just pitch black nothingness, yet they were chained to something they could not see. Feliciano sighed in frustration and let go of Italy's throat. Italy fell to his knees and coughed.

"D-Did we die?" Italy asked, but Feliciano didn't answer. He sat down and glared at Italy before he grabbed his chain and jerked it. The sound of metal clanking against metal echoed around them, making it hard to tell where the sound originated from. Feliciano sighed and let go of his chain.

"I don't think we can get out Italy. This may be the afterlife," Feliciano said and Italy just stared at his knees. He didn't want to believe he had died, but that seemed to be the only explanation as to why they were stuck here. Italy squeaked when Feliciano suddenly pulled him in his lap.

"If this is the afterlife, then I don't mind. I finally have you all to myself," Feliciano said with a wicked grin. Italy felt tears well up in his eyes.

"I don't want this..." he whispered, but Feliciano just kissed him.

"Maybe we can be stuck here for eternity."
This is a very screwy chapter. I'm sorry about that.

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Bruised body, bloody scratches, screams so loud yet no one hears them...

Italy was sitting on the ground, crying. His hands were covered in bruises and blood. Feliciano just stood above him, smiling like a madman. He kneeled down and tilted Italy's chin up.

"You got to try harder. I'm not going to break your chain for you."

"I can't do it Feliciano! I'm not strong like you," Italy sobbed. They had been trying for weeks to break the chains. Feliciano just recently succeeded in breaking his, but he refused to help Italy break his. He didn't know what would happen if Italy actually broke his.

A slap, a strangled cry, these things never end...

"I can't stand being here with you... Don't you realize how miserable y-your making me?" Italy asked, not looking at Feliciano. Feliciano just stared at him with wide eyes, but he didn't say anything.

"I don't care if you help me or not! I'm breaking this chain! I know I can do it," Italy said as he stood up with new determination. He grabbed his chain and began to pull once more. He pulled as hard as he could.

All I want is a way out, to get away from you...

Suddenly, the chain broke, making Italy fall back. A strong wind flew by them, making both of them cringe. They looked at each other with wide eyes.

"W-What's h-happening!?" Italy screamed as the wind got stronger.

"I don't know!"

Suddenly, darkness crept out of the shadows. Feliciano stepped back and pulled Italy up. They both ran, trying to escape the cloud that loomed over them, but it was no use. It would catch them soon enough.

Will I finally be free from this hell you've put me through?


Germany was burning up as he walked to the hospital. It was a ridiculously hot day as the sun bore down on him mercilessly. This had become a routine for him.

Has it really been a year since he went into a comatose state? Germany thought as he stopped and looked across the street. When Prussia shot Italy, Germany had rushed him to the hospital. They were able to remove the bullet and save him, but they were unable to wake him up. He has been sleeping ever since and Germany visited everyday, hoping he would wake up.

"Is today going to be the same, or is Italy finally going to wake up," Germany wondered as he began to walk again.

When he made it to the hospital, he went to check in with the nurse. She looked at him in confusion.

"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Vargas checked out earlier today. Didn't you recieve a call?"

He checked out?

"I didn't. What time did he check out?"

"About 8 this morning. He left with his brother. Somebody should have called you."

"I see. Thank you," he said as he walked out. He pulled out his cellphone and called Romano. It rang 3 times before the Italian picked up.

"What the fuck do you want, potato-eater?" Romano practically screamed. Germany sighed.

"Why didn't you call me and told me you checked Italy out of the hospital?" Germany asked. It was silent on the other end, so silent Germany had thought Romano had hung up on it. Then he heard him sigh.

"What are you talking about? I haven't went to the hospital yet. Don't fucking joke about something like that," Romano said before hanging up. Germany lowered the phone and stared at it in confusion.

"If Romano didn't check him out... Then who did?" he wondered. He suddenly got a very bad feeling as he began to run to Italy's house.
I have no idea where I'm taking this anymore >.>

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A few months had passed since Feliciano moved in with Romano, and he made it clear that he didn't like him. It didn't matter, Romano didn't like him all that much either. He had smacked him and demanded that Feliciano give control back to Italy, but Feliciano punched him and told him Italy didn't want contol. But for the past few days, that statement seemed to become false.

Feliciano was walking toward Italy in the dream realm, noticing he still had the same dull eyes. Felciano always found him like this, no glimmer of life or hope. So why was his control on Italy's body decreasing? He just didn't understand.

He kneeled down in front of Italy and tilted his chin up. Italy shifted his eyes so he was looking at Feliciano. He just smiled and gave him a soft kiss.

"Hello my dear Italy. You seem just as lively as ever," Feliciano chuckled as he pulled him in his lap. Italy laid his head on Feliciano's shoulder and sighed. He mumbled something but Feliciano couldn't hear him.

"Come again? You need to speak up."

"Have you killed him yet? Have you killed Germany?" Italy asked, a little louder this time.

"Not yet. I will soon though."

"Please don't."

Feliciano froze. Did he hear that right?

"Could you repeat that? I don't think I heard you right."

"I said, please don't. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and it's not Germany's fault. If it was war, then he did it to protect himself. He had too..." Italy trailed off when he noticed the angry look in Feliciano's eyes. Feliciano growled and pushed him down, making Italy squeak. He pinned his wrist down and hovered over him, Italy looking up at him with scared eyes.

"So, you're taking Germany's side instead of your lost loved one? That's betrayal!" Feliciano growled. Italy squirmed beneath him, a few tears leaking out from his eyes.

"I-I know it is... But I don't want Germany to get hurt, he's still my-"

"Don't you dare say it! He isn't important, remember!" Feliciano stood up and jerked Italy up before pushing him against the wall and grabbing his throat. Italy began to cry and he grabbed Feliciano's hand, trying to pry it off his throat.

"Please stop..." Italy said, making Feliciano snap out of his angered state. He sighed and let go of Italy's throat. He pulled him close and kissed his forehead.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so angry."

"It's fine... I forgive you," Italy said. Feliciano let him go and ruffled his hair before walking away. He didn't notice that some of the life had returned to Italy's eyes.


The next morning, Feliciano was walking to Germany's house, a pistol in his pocket. He had to get rid of Germany quickly, otherwise Italy would demand control back. He couldn't let that happen, he wanted Italy all to himself, no one else could have him.

He walked into the house and closed the door quietly. It was still pretty early in the morning, so nobody was up. He walked up the stairs and went to Germany's room, pulling out the pistol and clicking the safety off. He walked in and over to the bed, pointing the gun at Germany. He breathed out slowly.

"Have fun in hell," he said, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, a sharp pain filled his head. He closed his eyes and held his head.

"What the..."

Don't do it! I don't want you to kill him!

"I-Italy stop!" he said loudly. Too loudly in fact, because he woke Germany up. Germany sat up quickly.

"Italy? Or Feliciano?" he asked as he watched him struggle with Italy. Feliciano shook his head and pointed the gun at Germany again.

NO! Feliciano, leave him alone! Leave him alone! Feliciano growled as he clutched the gun.

"Italy shut up, this would be so much easier without him!" he said.

Germany, run! Run, please!

"He can't hear you idiot."

"Feliciano, give him back control! You don't need to shoot me!"

"Yes, I do," he said, steadying the gun once again.


But Italy's cries were barely heard over the shot of a gun.
Anybody hate me for the cliff hanger?

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Germany glared at him as Feliciano stood up. The black and white cat ran over to where Feliciano stood and he kneeled down to pet it. Then he walked over to Italy and unchained him, holding him close as he threw a smug glance at Germany.

"Germany, do you realize how long he's been waiting for you?" Feliciano asked and Germany gave him a confused look.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he took a step forward. Feliciano growled and held a knife to Italy's throat, making him cry out in fear.

"Take another step and I'll kill him. What I meant was, Italy has been waiting for years for you. But you forgot all about him," he said, making both Italy and Germany confused.

"I don't understand."

"I don't either."

"You don't... Holy Rome?" Feliciano smiled devilishly. Italy stared at Germany with wide eyes as Feliciano let him go and shoved him forward.

"Feliciano, what are you talking about?" Italy asked as he looked back at him with a confused expression. "You told me Germany killed Holy Rome."

"I lied. This is who you've waited for," Feliciano replied as Germany glared at him.

"Stop lying, I'm not-"

"Really? Go ask your big brother, he's the one who told me."

"Holy Rome..." Italy was still staring wide-eyed at him. "How could you forget me..."


"No!" Italy backed away and Feliciano hugged him.

"He forgot all about you Italy. You weren't as important as you thought."

"Feliciano! Shut up!" Germany growled. "I'm not Holy Rome!"

"What is going on?"

They all looked toward the door and saw Prussia standing there. He had a sad look in his eyes as he looked at Feliciano.

"Bruder. Tell Feliciano that I'm not Holy Rome," Germany said as he looked back at Italy and Feliciano. Prussia didn't say anything.


He kept quiet and Germany growled.


"I'm sorry, West. You are Holy Rome. I never told you because I didn't want you to feel guilty."

"See? You forgot all about your 'precious' Italy!" Feliciano snarled, pulling Italy closer to him. Prussia walked over to Germany.


"I don't want to hear it! He forgot and it's unacceptable!" Feliciano said as he led Italy to the door. Germany reached out and grabbed Italy's wrist.

"Italy-" he was cut off when Italy whipped around and slapped him. Germany's eyes widened as he let go.

"You forgot about me! I waited so long for you and you forgot everything! I stayed up many nights crying over you! Hell, I loved you Germany! But you didn't love me enough to remember me!" Italy screamed as tears ran down his cheeks. Germany reached up to wipe them away, but Italy backed away.

"Leave me alone," he said as Feliciano led him out of the building. The black and white cat stared up at Germany before following and Germany just watched it leave.


"No. Just leave me alone," Germany said as he left his older brother in the room. He didn't look back as he walked out of the building.
I think I'm finally getting close to the end.

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The Dream Realm is a cold, dark, lonely place. It's the place where you reside when dreams don't take over when you sleep. It's not a lovely place, but you don't remember spending time there. If you're unlucky, then you remember every second there.

Italy was one of the unlucky one. He was laying in the darkness, staring at nothing. Then he heard that all to familiar laugh and he sat up, coming face to face with Feliciano. He leaned back a bit and Feliciano smiled.

"Thought you could get rid of me? Nice try."


"Don't say anything. Soon, I'm going to be locked up in your heart again. I just came to give you this," he said as he leaned forward and kissed him. Before Italy could react, Feliciano pulled away and got up.

"You proved to me that you don't love me like I love you. You love Germany and you showed me that when you shot me instead of him."

Italy nodded and said, "I'm sorry Feliciano."

"It's okay, Italy. Ti amo. Now it's time for you to wake up," he said before he slowly faded away. Then Italy woke with a start, startling the German sitting beside him.

"Italy... You're okay... Thank God," he whispered as he pulled Italy close. Italy hugged back and noticed he was in a hospital room/

"Germany, how long have I been here?"

"Just a few days. They said it would take longer than that for you to wake up, but it seems they were wrong," Germany said as he pulled away. Italy smiled.

"I talked to Feliciano."

"You did?" Germany asked, his eyes widening.

"Si, he's locked up again. He realized that-" he stopped himself and looked down.

"What, Italy?"

"He realized that I love you. But I'm sure you hate me now, right?" Italy asked as he looked at Germany.

"No, I don't hate you," Germany said as he leaned forward and kissed him. And Italy didn't hesitate to kiss back. It was sweet and passionate, the kind of kiss that made fireworks go off in your head. This was a kiss only shared by two people who were meant to be together. When they pulled away from each other, both of them was blushing.

"Am I allowed to go home?" Italy asked and Germany shook his head.

"No, the doctors will probably keep you here for a few more weeks."

"Then can I come back and live with you when I get out?"

"Yes you can," Germany said as he grabbed Italy's hand and gave him another kiss.
I'm disappointed in myself... This was the last chapter but it's just so terrible. I always suck with endings... You can go ahead and hit me for this ending if you want.

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Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again

Italy was sitting in a corner, crying his eyes out. It was just one of those days where he was left alone, with his thoughts and memories. He rubbed his eyes roughly before more tears began to fall out. He wanted the memories to go away, he wanted his thoughts to disappear, he wanted the hurtful words to have never been said. He leaned against the wall, sobbing loudly.

Has no one told you she's not breathing
Hello I'm  your mind giving you some one to talk to

"Italy, what has gotten you so upset?" Italy's head shot up when he heard a voice, but no one was there. He titled his head, thinking he imagined it when he heard it again.

"I'm not out there, I'm inside your head. Tell me, why are you so upset?" the voice asked again.

"I... Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Feliciano," the voice said. Suddenly, he was pulled out of consciousness. He opened his eyes quickly when his back hit the wall of the dream realm. He looked up and saw another him, except with red eyes. Italy just stared at him in confusion.


"Now, tell me why you are upset," Feliciano said as he kneeled down beside him. Italy looked away and didn't answer him.

If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

"I-It's nothing... I'm fine."

"I know more than anybody that isn't true," Feliciano said as he sat beside Italy.

"This is just a dream... right?" Italy asked, noticing that this looked nothing like the dream realm. It looked like he was still in his bedroom.

"If you want to call it that, then yes," Feliciano said as he pulled Italy in his lap. "Please smile, you look so sad."

"I don't want to."

Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry

They sat in silence for a while. Italy laid his head against Feliciano's shoulder. He thought it was weird how it felt more real than a dream.

"Why are you here?" Italy finally asked and Feliciano shrugged.

"Just giving you some company. I just want to make you feel better," he said, rubbing away the fresh tears that fell from Italy's eyes. Italy turned his head away. Italy froze. That felt to real to be a dream.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here
All that's left of yesterday

"T-This isn't a dream is it?" Italy asked as he pulled away. Feliciano smiled wickedly and held him close to him.

"So, you finally realized it wasn't a dream," Feliciano said. "No need to panic my dear. I can make those memories go away. I can make the hurtful words disappear. Just stay with me, forget about everyone else."

"Please make them go away," Italy said without hesistation. He wanted everything to disappear, he wanted it all to go away. Feliciano grinned and kissed him. Italy kissed back and before he knew it, everything had escaped him. He no longer knew he was or what he used to be. All that was left was Feliciano, the madman who had made all his pain go away.
First installment of the Evanescence Songfic project I'm doing. Woo~

And yes, I realize this could have been better, but I'm tired. I just wanted to finish it. Bleh

I also realize the picture is Italy and his 2P but whatever.

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Italy and Feliciano were walking to Germany's house. Italy was staring at the ground, the gun clenched in his hands. The house soon came into view, looming over the two. This was the time to leave emotions and regret nothing.

They soon were in, after Feliciano picked the lock. What they weren't expecting was for Germany to be standing there, staring at them. He glared at Feliciano.

"Why the hell are you here? You already took Italy from me, haven't you done enough damage?"

"Oh no. Truth is, it's going to end here. Right Italy?" Feliciano asked as he turned to Italy. Italy nodded and raised the gun up, pointing it straight at Germany. Germany's eyes widened.

"Italy, why are you pointing that gun at me? I'm not the enemy here!"

"Yes you are. You forgot about me! How could you do that!" Italy screamed, tightening his grip on the gun. Germany sighed and looked away.

"I didn't chose to forget you Italy. Hell, I even wish I could remembered what happen. I would like to know what my childhood was like and everything. But that isn't possible..."

"Don't listen to him Italy. He's trying to trick you," Feliciano said and Germany sent another glare at him.

"Shut up! What the hell do you know!"

"Shut up, both of you!" Italy snapped, earning shocked glances from both Feliciano and Germany. "I'm the one with the gun, so I'm calling the shots. And you want to know something?"

"What?" Germany asked softly, taking a step forward. Italy smiled sadly and looked down.

"Ti amo... Germany..." Italy said, before turning the gun on Feliciano. Before he had time to react, Feliciano had a bullet shot through his heart. He fell to the ground and looked at Italy.

"You... idiot..." he breathed out, his breaths coming in short and shallow. It took a few minutes before his breathing stopped all together. Germany walked over.

"Italy.... You-" he stopped short when Italy fell to the floor, unconscious. He could see his breathing was low, which meant he had to act quick. He picked him up and ran out to his car.

"Italy, please don't die on me! I can't lose you!" Germany said as he put Italy in the car and drove to the hospital. He wasn't going to lose him, no matter what.
Very unhappy with this, but I forgot what all I had for this chapter since I decided to delay on it. So sorry.

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It began with Francis and Gilbert verbally teasing him, which Feliciano took well even if it did scare him a bit. He was also fine when Francis began to pet him. It was when Francis decided to test something that all hell broke loose.

"Hey Feli, is your tail sensitive?" Francis asked, using the nickname he gave him. Feliciano tensed up a bit.

"N-No..." Feliciano stuttered.

"Oh? Are you sure?" he asked. Feliciano didn't say anything, which only encouraged Francis. Gilbert smiled.

"Try it Francis!" Gilbert laughed.

"No. Leave him alone you two."

"Aw, come on Ludwig we're only having fun!" Francis said as he slowly reached for Feliciano's tail.

"Francis, I said no!"

Francis ignored him and pulled Feliciano's tail. The neko let out a high pitched yowl that made them cover their ears. Feliciano scratched Francis cheek and bolted away from him.

"Ow! My beautiful face!" Francis cried as he held his cheek. Gilbert just stared at Francis in surprise.

"Whoa, your cheek is bleeding!"

Feliciano was hiding behind the couch, a low growl coming from his throat. Ludwig glanced at his hand, seeing claws where his fingernails were only moments ago.

"Apparently he has retractable claws," he said. He didn't really see any need to be scared, he hadn't done anything to him after all.

Gilbert got up and began to walk over to Feliciano. Feliciano growled louder.

"Hey Feli, calm down! We're were just teasing you," Gilbert said, which only made Feliciano hiss. Gilbert reached his hand out and Feliciano swiped at it. Gilbert pulled his hand back, almost getting scratched by those sharp claws.

"Man, he's really pissed!"

None of them had seen Francis move until he had tackled Feliciano. Feliciano's tail poofed out and he began to cry. Then he let out a weird cat wail which made them cringe from how loud it was. Feliciano kept wailing as tears poured from his eyes.

"Fratello! Fratello! Help me! They're hurting me!" He cried. This made Ludwig confused. They hadn't really hurt him, it was only simple teasing. Then he remembered he was an experiment. This might've brought back some painful memories. He got up and walked to him. He kneeled down and hugged him. Feliciano hugged back, earning a gasp from Francis and Gilbert.

"Hey no fair! Why did he let you approach him?" Francis whined.

"Probably because I didn't tease him!" Feliciano kept clinging to Ludwig. Ludwig notice his claws shrink back to fingernails. It looked painful but it didn't seem to bother Feliciano. Gilbert sighed.

"Well I'm bored now! Let's go hang out with Antonio!"

"Okay!" And with that they both walked out the door. Ludwig growled in frustration. If they had just done that to begin with, Feliciano wouldn't be a crying mess.


It took an hour to calm Feliciano down. Now they both were on the couch. Feliciano was asleep, his head resting in Ludwig's lap. Ludwig was petting him soothingly. Feliciano's ears twitched as the door banged open and he opened his eyes slowly. Ludwig sighed in annoyance as Francis and Gilbert walked back in.

"Didn't you say you were going to hang out with Antonio?" Ludwig asked, still petting Feliciano.

"We were but he said he was busy."

"Yea. Apparently he got a pet cat." Francis commented. "We wanted to see it, but he didn't want us scaring it."

"I see."

Feliciano sat up slowly and looked at them. Well actually, he was glaring at them. Francis noticed this.

"Aw Feli, don't be mad! I was just teasing you," he said, earning a growl from the brown-haired neko.

"Please Feli? I'm really sorry!" Francis said, looking at Feliciano sadly. Ludwig glared at Francis, knowing he was just pretending to be sad. Feliciano stopped growling and his ears flattened.

"Okay... I forgive you. Please don't be sad Francis." Feliciano said, recieving a smile from Francis.

"Really? Oh, thank you Feli!" Francis hugged him, and Feliciano hugged back. Francis pat Feliciano's head, earning a purr from him. Ludwig kept glaring at him and Francis grinned at him.

"What is it Ludwig? Jealous?"

"Nein! Why would I be jealous!?" Feliciano pulled away from Francis and looked at Ludwig thoughtfully.

"Well he is your boyfriend-"

"He is not!" Ludwig glared at his brother, "Quit trying to say he is!"

Feliciano giggled a bit. They looked at him and Ludwig smiled. He was rather cute when he giggled.

"Well it's getting late. You better get home Francis."

"Yea. See ya Gilbert!"


After Francis left, Ludwig walked to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Feliciano followed him and sat at the table.

"What are you going to make Ludwig?"

"Wurst," he replied, noticing Feliciano scrunch his nose up. "What?"

"Don't you know how to make pasta?" he asked.

"No. Do you?"

"Sadly, no. We never cooked at the lab. We were lucky if we even got fed," he said. Even though he said it like it was no big deal, it broke Ludwig's heart a bit. How could anybody treat such a sweet boy that way? He went back to cooking, deciding to change the subject.

"What was your childhood like Feliciano?" he asked. There was a long silence. He looked at him and noticed Feliciano was staring at the table.

"What's wrong?"

"Um... Tell me about your childhood instead."

"Why?" Feliciano got quiet again.

"Feliciano... How long had you been in that lab?"

"Since I was little. When Grandpa died, they took us in to experiment on. Nobody really wanted us."

"Oh... I'm sorry."

"It's fine."


As Ludwig was getting ready for bed, he heard a knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in."

Feliciano peeked in. Ludwig sighed, already knowing what the neko wanted.

"Ludwig? May I sleep with you?"

"Ja, why not," he said, noticing Feliciano eyes brightened.

"Really?" he asked, recieving a nod from Ludwig. He ran over and tackled hug Ludwig, knocking him over on the bed.

"Grazie Ludwig!"

Ludwig sighed. As they finally got situated Ludwig turned the lamp off.

"Good night Feliciano."

"Good night Ludwig," Feliciano said as he snuggled close to Ludwig. Ludwig rubbed Feliciano's head until he finally fell asleep.
Poor Italy XD I'm still wondering if I should bring Spain in or not. Can anyone guess the real reason why he didn't want Prussia & France to see his cat? XD

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