This is the first chapter of my new project! I'm very excited to be starting this!

This is based on my headcanon that the 2P's were created first but because of how they came out, were locked away and the formula adjusted. Thus we have the nations we all know and love created from the mistakes. The 2P's are angry about this but Feliciano is the angriest. That is why he is my main character in this. Most of the time people cast Arthur as the leader and I love that but there is a reason why I choose Feliciano. All will be revealed in time!

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Useless…

Flawed experiment…

Worthless…

Imperfect…

Feliciano sat up, sitting on the edge of his pathetic squeaky cot. Why he actually thought he might get some sleep tonight he didn't know. Running his long fingers though his burnt orange hair careful not to disturb his curl, he sighed. Always when he laid down did those words echo loudest in his thoughts. It was tiresome and not just because it prevented sleep. It was tiresome because he didn't believe a word of it. Angrily he grit his teeth, no he didn't deserve to be locked up in a cell, hidden from the world. Having those ugly, lying words thrown at him daily until they began to overwhelm his thoughts. Slowly he got and grabbed a feather off of the shelf. He turned it over and over in his hands, beginning his nightly pacing. His pink eyes darting from side to side in effort to keep up with his manic thoughts.

An experiment, that was all they were to the people who ran this lab he found himself locked in. A failed experiment at that, the very first attempt to create hybrid humans to represent nations of the world. Feliciano and the others, they had been created first but according to the scientists something had gone wrong. The weird appearances, strange colored eyes, odd hair and the different personalities. They ranged from wild lunatic to quiet and fairly well-mannered plus everything in between. Then before Feliciano could even register who he was, why he was there, he had been locked up with the rest of them in cells. Down in the dark, cut off from the rest of the world, but still he knew the scientists had tried again. Perfected the system and this time the results had been what they wanted in the first place. As he paced, he gripped the feather tighter his anger growing.

Italy, Northern Italy, that was who he was meant to be, who he had been created to be. He wasn't quite sure what had made him in particular a failure, sadly he could see why some of the others had been deemed so but he was better than his counterpart. Why had they preferred a sniveling, pathetic weakling over him? He knew this was the result, he could hear his whining voice drifting out of the guards radio from time to time. There had been rumors for years that it had been because he was too strong, too independent, not weak enough. The free hand hanging down at his side curled into a tight fist. Not weak enough was true at least, had he been Italy the history of World War 2 would have turned out much different.

Whipping around on his heels, he began to pace much faster. Why were the others allowed to roam free, the perfect nations? Free to live out the life given to them, the same breath of life he had been given. Why did he and other mistakes get sentenced to being trapped? Hidden from the world like ugly step children.

It wasn't fair, he had been deprived of his chance to be a nation. He had been born first after all, he was the elder. No, he thought, that was a childish assumption. He mustn't think like that. Besides, the difference between him and a child was that a child would accept, however begrudgingly, the unfairness. Feliciano had decided he wasn't going to roll over that easily. He was going to right the wrong, take his birthright from that weakling and help the others do the same.

Sudden footsteps began echoing down the corridor just outside of his cell. The nightly guard coming to check on the captives for the evening, to make sure they were behaving themselves. Feliciano smiled, tucking the feather into his pocket and moving close to cells bars.

Time had finally come for the first step, escape.

Quickly, he peered between the bars and then shrunk back so he wouldn't be seen. This was more perfect then he planned, a young new guard fresh from training bound to make the same careless mistake as the rest. All the new guards tended to walk too close to the cells. The older, seasoned security knew better, having been grabbed inappropriately by Arthur and Alfred too many times. Normally Feliciano would let them pass his cell, unharmed, ignoring them completely. Today however, he intended to prey on the naivety, the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Right as the guard walked by, Feliciano made his move. In a flash, he had the man pinned with his back against the bars outside of his cell, Feliciano's hand covering his mouth to prevent him from screaming out for help. Slowly, Feliciano took the gun from the man's belt and tossed it aside onto his cot. No need for such a prudish weapon, he thought. The man began to tremble and Feliciano smiled. Yes, this man was innocent but they were not called innocent bystanders by coincidence. Finally his hand gripped they keys and he pulled them inside, tossing them with the gun for now. Turning back, he now only had the guard to deal with.

Searching his uniform further, Feliciano found his weapon of choice. A small dagger, cleverly hidden in the small of his back, for quick retrieval but it hadn't helped the man much this time. Feliciano brought it up and placed the edge of the blade on the man's neck. Terrified, he began to tremble more and also began mumbling behind his hand. He sighed, might as well hear what he had to say. Feliciano moved his fingers slightly to better understand him.

"…please, please! I-I have a family! A wife and a little one! My family needs me!" He pleaded. Feliciano bent down close to his ear.

"You see, il mio amico, I have a family that needs me as well. Would you not want to rescue yours if they had been locked up? Molto bene, you understand." He whispered, wrapping his hand around his mouth again. In one quick motion, Feliciano sliced the knife across his throat spilling his first blood. While it didn't feel as good as he had hoped, the realization that he had made the first of his plan did.

He waited a few more minutes before the man stopped twitching and let him drop to the ground. Not sparing another glance, he walked over to the cot and retrieved the keys. Keeping the dagger in his hand, he pocketed the gun, one of them could use it more skillfully he thought. In the next few moments he had his door unlocked and was stepping over the dead guard out into the corridor.

Proudly he set off down the hall, almost as if he had always been able to. Like he was the one in charge, like he was the grand decision maker. It felt nice but this was just one small piece. Next he'd be out there, the humans, with the nations. He would be on their homeland, taking what belonged to him.

He came around a corner and stood in front of another cell, it's occupant lying asleep on his cot. Feliciano cleared his throat.

"Fratello, wake up." he said plainly. To his surprise, the blond headed man jumped eagerly out of the cot, running over to the bars of his cell.

"Finally! I can get out of these boring prison clothes! We are escaping, no? How did you-" Lovino began wildly asking. Feliciano held up his hand to silence him, his brothers eyes growing wide at the sight of blood covering his fingers.

"Sì but now we must hurry." He said unlocking the door. Lovino ran out to face him smiling. "Here, take these and free the others. Meet where we discussed." He said handing his brother the keys and turned away. Lovino looked slightly confused.

"Where are you going fratello?" he asked. Feliciano knew he couldn't see him but smiled nonetheless.

"To get some supplies, now go!" He called behind him. He heard his brothers quick feet race down the hall.

Impressive…

Superior…

Invaluable…

Perfection…

Felicano let his grin grow larger than it ever had. Before too long, those would be the words that would help him fall asleep at night.