It's nothing.
Italy's POV
Oh... OH. Oh my gosh... I.. can't believe this.
I look down at the thing in my hand. You know, it was just a joke. I didn't think it would actually happen. This... This isn't real. I'm dreaming. I slap my self. No. I'm not dreaming. T-that hurt.
...Should I tell Germany? No, this... it's not right. I need to speak to England. I need help.
" Italy! What's taking you so long!?"
" Gah! umm, oh! uh, i-i fell asleep! sorry, i'll be out in a minute!"
" Good, hurry up... I have to pee..."
I gather everything in a towel and rush out of the bathroom, not looking Germany in the eye. I grab my key's and a small bag and yell that i'm going to England's house. I rush out to my car and hop in, speeding away with a panic in my head. It's raining hard outside and I have to steadily keep my eye's on the road, thunder booming from the skies. I drive way above the speed limit, and it kicks in. I'm having a panic attack and I don't have any medicine. The car swerves a couple of times, but I can slightly make out the outline of England's house.
I rush out and onto the porch and frantically knock on his door. My chest constricts and my mind goes fuzzy. I can't think straight.
Someone... help me...
AN:
This is the first fanfic i've written in a LONG time, like, probably two.. three years?
Any way *sweat drop* hehe, please excuse my writing skills, and review! Please tell me what I need to work on, constructive criticism is welcomed! No hate please! BTW sorry it's so short.. hehehe