Once upon a time...
Italy constantly changed positions as he tried to go to sleep, but couldn't. He sighed miserably. He wanted to sleep with Germany. He slept easier knowing that his BFF was there beside him. But Germany told him to stay out of his room. Italy knew it was kinda awkward for Germany sleeping with another guy, but Italy felt safe and protected when he slept with Germany. Usually, he ignores Germany's warnings but decided not to tonight. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he felt venerable without his friend. He froze when he saw the door slowly opening with a creepy creak. A hand slowly wrapped its fingers around the door, and Italy was certain he heard a 'kesesesese' from the otherside.
Italy quickly threw the sheets over him and pretended to go to sleep. He heard the figure come into the room. Then a tap on his shoulder made Italy scream and jump. The figure covered Italy's mouth and shushed him.
"Prussia, hi," Italy said to the familiar red-eyed, albino man standing before him. He felt a little scared being around Prussia. Prussia smiled.
"I heard you tossing und turning around in here. Vhat's vronk? Can't schleep?"
"No," Italy sighed. Prussia stared at him a moment.
"Vould you like for me to tell you a story?"
"Si, gratsi!" Italy smiled. Prussia smiled and sat on the side of the bed.
"Hmm, vhere should I begin?"
"Well, you could started at the beginning. That'sa always a good place to start," Italy said, sitting up with sparkling, eager, brown eyes. Prussia nodded.
"Ja, zat ist true. Okay, Ita," Prussia said, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself to tell the story. "Once upon a time, a schveet, beautiful, awesome nation vas born."
"Oh," Italy interrupted, "What was his name?"
"It vas ME!" Prussia said, a little angry that he was interrupted.
"Oh..."
"Anyvay, no one appreciated zis nation. Zhey all thought zat he was unawesome und not a nation. But you know vhat? I AM a nation. Zhey just didn't see it in ze aewsome child because zhey vere blind. But vhen all ze other nations are gone, ze great Prussia vill rise! He'll become one of ze greatest nations in history!" Prussia told Italy. It seemed like Prussia wasn't really telling a story, just something that wasn't going to happen in the future. Italy notice an angry vane appear on Prussia's brow.
"Um, Prussia? Are you okay? Maybe you're over reacting?"
"Nein! I'm awesome! I'll live forever!" he got up and left the room without saying 'the end' or 'goodnight' or anything. Italy stared open mouthed at his door that Prussia didn't close when he left. He couldn't help but feel sorry for Prussia. Sure, he was a bit insane. But Italy couldn't even imagine what it was like not being a country anymore. It was kinda sad and Italy felt a tear fall from his eye. He wiped it away. Strange, he didn't think he was THAT sorry for Prussia.
Italy snuggled up in his bed and closed his eyes. He was tired and sleepy. He eventually feel asleep, but a pair of red eyes was watching.
To be continued...maybe.