"Italy... What have you done?" Someone asked.

I turned around to see Germany leaning against a tree, looking around him. The scene that lay out before him was a tremendous one. Bodies were strewn everywhere, and blood coated the grass, as well as my hands.

I remember the beautiful red color. Even until now, when I retell the story to any of the inmates, they tell me that I could not be northern Italy. Italy wasn't useful anywhere, not even as cannon fodder. I wonder what they mean. Before I know it though, they are dead at my feet, and I don't know why. After these occurrences, I get thrown into the padded cell. I don't know why. What did I do? I didn't hurt them. At least... I don't remember hurting them...

" Italy... Why did you kill them. Why?" Someone asked again. "Feleciano... It didn't need to happen" It was Ludwig again.

"It needed to happen... Some one needed to die. I need to become strong. I want to be like my grandfather." I stated soberly. I don't know why I thought it at that point. The only way to get stronger was to eliminate and conquer. Even my brother, my twin, my other half. Romano. I remember holding him as he was dying. He died with a cruel smile on his face. he did. As he died, he said " I hope you are happy, Fele. You did it. You finally snapped. Just remember what happened to grandpa, bastard." And that's the words I was left with. Even now, I cry when I think about it. Why did I kill him? Even if everyone else were to die, why did I kill him? We could have been great together. So why. This maybe another reason why I was thrown into the mental hospital.

"Vee~ Ludwig! I accidentally cut my self..." I said. His face broke out of its somber state. After all that time, he still thought of me as a little kid. Poor, defenseless, helpless kid. He came over to me, and bandaged my wrist. "Italy... you won't get stronger by just killing everyone else. That's not how it goes..." I don't know why, but I had slapped him across the face. "Don't tell me what goes and what doesn't. Didn't you kill Jews because they were different? You would kill Catholics too, wouldn't you. Because you aren't. You have no room to say a thing" I spat. " Italy you know that it wasn't me that did that, it was-" That's all I can remember. I don't even remember the rest of the sentence.

I used to get in fights often at the hospital. They all said I was useless. I'm not... Am I ?

The only thing I remember after germany's sentence, was someone walking me to the hospital, with a gun pointed at me. They had me in these awful cold hand cuffs. The only thing I remember about them is the fact that they was dressed in a green suit, had longish blond hair, and green eyes. They kept saying "Lillian! Stay back!"

They we often mean to me. Someone would say something to get me a bit upset, then I felt a piercing in my arm, and everything went black. The other prisoners didn't like me. They made fun of me. There were even some Italians there, saying that I disgraced the great Italy, by saying that I was Italy. Many others spoke highly of Grandpa Rome, but spoke badly of me and my brother. I remember feeling angry, then the piercing pain, then the blackness. Man, I wanted to get out of there.

I'm no longer there though. They let me out on good behavior. Isn't that so cool? I think it is. I really want to see Germany. I'm pretty sure he wasn't killed in my foolish spree. I still don't understand why I did that. I only get bits and flashes of what happened. They say I'm better now. I hope so, because the thoughts of doing that were really scary. So now I'm off to visit all my friends! I hope they don't mind that I brought my own knives!