There were moments when Italy felt sick: he felt a kind of nausea at the mouth of his stomach, a little stomachache, a tenuous and never-ending headache.
He noticed that something bad was happening to his country, to his people.
Then he started wandering in that prison house, when the other came back, the one he believed would have been his friend forever. Just to not see him, not talk to him, not know what he had done.
The room was warm and dark, with the shutters fastened in order to keep the heat away, and the door closed. Italy was wandering.
He was about to open the window.
" Don't watch, little Italy"
A feeble voice in the wind plucked his sleeve, it covered his eyes, like it is done with children for they don't discover the horror of real life before time.
He half-shutted the shutters"
"Don't watch, stay in this softened world"
He throwed them wide open.
"Don't watch!"
He had watched. He had seen Germany absorbed in putting in order a long, so long, row of people, in making them fall like bloody skittles.
One day, when the war would have ended, he would have asked him forgiveness.
"Italy, are you all right?"
Ludwig knocked at the door of the room where Feliciano had closed himself, without particular explanations, for almost an hour. From the inside the buzz of the television could be heard.
All in line, like lot of beautiful little statues falling down.
They would have called it the banality of evil.
The young man started with surprise as soon as he heard Germany coming in.
Because in a topsy-turvy world the only way to survive was becoming fool.
"Yeah, of course!" he answered quickly, grabbing the remote control to switch off the TV, as if he wanted to hide what he was watching. "I'll go to cook some pasta".
But no justification would have ever been able to wash the blood away.
And, if it hadn't been impossible, he would had swore to have seen Feliciano wiping away one's tear.
Germany, do you still remember that day? Or have you canceled it from your memory, because forgetting is easier?
Notes: this is my first fan fiction in English so I can have made some mistakes, even thought I checked and re-checked the grammar and all, so I think that everything is fine.
I've written it also in Italian, but I'll publish that version in March to commemorate an event.
For now I've decided to inaugurate my presence on this site with this version.