A/N: Hiatus still not over...

This is a part of some twisted, dark, bordering on psychopathic one-shots I am working on. These accompany something I am planning to start working on once my ICSEs are over in April (When the Dice Starts Rolling). This series' official name is Darkness In My Mind. Basically, I am exploring the darker side of every character. Which has been done a thousand times before and much, much better at that. This is Part 1. North Italy. The 'he' in bold refers to Germany (since I don't use Italy's real name but rather refer to him as he and it got confusing after sometime D: )

Date: 26th Dec, 2010

Darkness In My Mind

Part 1: North Italy/ Italy Veneziano

Feliciano Vargas

"I – hold my breath as this life begins to take its toll

I – hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds."

He has been waiting for years.

For this.

They thought that he had forgotten.

Of course. He was never deemed smart enough to retain those memories. He was never considered sharp enough to feel anything outside of 'Very Happy' and 'Begging for His Life'. He was not supposed to be mentally developed enough to grasp the concepts of Jealousy or Revenge, was he now?

And even there was a chance – in a zillion – whichthere absolutely wasn't – what could he do about it?

He was useless, weak, pathetic.

All those screams, all those nights...the ones who had dubbed him a monster never knew the full extent of what he had to go through. Bound to the wills of an insane master, he had been forced to stand by and watch his own people die.

They were the monsters. For driving him to this. That insane man would have never come to power if it had not been for them and their absurd treaties and America's Depression.

He had always protected him. Always kept him sheltered.

In return, Italy had been clingy and a general nuisance to him.

But not because he was weak.

He had wanted the war to be finished. He knew the only way to get rid of that insane Commander was to let the Allies win, so he had joined the Allies, because he did not want to see him suffer any more.

Because he loved him more than anything in the world. Even Pasta.

That was why he acted like he did. Like a clingy, whiny, weak over grown baby. To revert his attention back to himself should it ever wander.

Because he was the only one who deserved his attention. He was the one who had held him through all the blood and death and tears and screams that pierced the dark bosom of the night. He was the one who had turned on him, forfeiting his only chance to be with him and cried himself to sleep at night so that his suffering could end sooner – even if only by a single day.

Because despite what everyone else might think, Jealousy and Revenge were nothing new to him.

Only because he acted like a pathetic baby did not mean he was one. No.

It was that way since he had to isolate him from everyone. Because he couldn't take risks. Not with him. He had never been willing to share. Never been much for that concept. Not even with Prussia. Not even in a brotherly way.

Ludwig was his. And he would go to any lengths to keep it that way. And he would avenge every single wrong inflicted on the blonde.

He would avenge the pangs in his heart when America, UK and France (1) had cordoned him off. He would avenge the things America had forced him to do.(2)

"Ve~ that sounds fun, America~"

Behind the smile lurked hatred.

North Italy had always believed in old sayings. One of his personal favourites was "Revenge is the sweetest dish."

Another was "Eyes are the windows to one's soul".

That was why Feliciano never opened his eyes.

A/N: I don't even...so yeah. Did you actually make it this far? I am surprised to say the truth. This was a bit shoddy, especially the Ending. It didn't come off half as demented as it should have *pouts*

(1): Prussia was taken by Russia, so he didn't mention Russia.

(2): I'm sorry for the slight America bashing! It was necessary for the plot I swear!

And yeah, Italy got rid of Mussolini and fought against the Nazis after that...or so I think..parts of it was seized by the German soldiers and the other by the Allied Forces - we will just ignore Romano's parts for now, shall we?

Romano: No you shall not you tea bastard!

Me: *blinks* Shut your trap, Roma. You don't get a say in this.

Romano: -censored- -censored- -censored- -censored-

I would really appreciate it if you could take the time to review (and tell me how much I sucked :D). Flames are pretty cool with me too, as they shall be sent to Vanechka to keep him warm.

Song used is Away From Me by Evanescence.

AND NOW TIME FOR THE NOT-SO-SUBTLE BRIBE : If you review, I will return the favour if you have a story in one of my known fandoms out. (Though it might take some time...^^"""")