A FATED day, a FATED moment. Something's bound to appear at the end of those corridors. But Italy doesn't care anymore, even when monster walked behind him and followed him around as he destroyed everything in sight.

No one's around to get mad anyway...no one...there's no one's left anymore...

The pristine white walls that were once splashed with red were clean again as though no one died while being pinned to THAT wall. The pure white piano in that white room was as clean as ever. The bloodstained beds were spotless and free of creases, as new as ever.

Time must have played tricks on him.

Oh yes, it really does.

You..won't…EsCapE!...

Here goes these annoying words again. These words never fail to annoy the Hell out of Italy. He's sick and tired of it. How much pain and suffering does he need to endure? How long does he have to put this facade up in front of everyone else?

Wait…

There's 'no one' right?

hahaha….what am I thinking?...

Great. He's confused now. After destroying everything up for a long time, he found himself in the library. The fallen riceball…the scattered books…nothing changed, even though the one who moved those things are…?

what?...who?

He can't remember…his memories are starting to slip away…

No…

Hidden beside the marriage certificate in the second shelf was a journal. Italy thought at first that it's a Bible because of its black leather cover and fine thin sheets. But he was mistaken. The moment he touched it…

ancore?


Translation: ancore- again

A/N: This is my first ever finished fanfic and I wrote this just because of pure feels for Italy in the HetaOni Game and pure boredom. I hope you enjoyed it ^^. Any kind of review is fine for me since I want to improve my skills in writing stories.