Okay, so first off I don't own Hetalia. Second this story is a request from Americaissuperloud, so you might want to go check out their work too.
This is really short but I wanted to establish the baseline and get this out of the way. This story will be written in four arcs, each of the first three arcs is a different point of view, explaining how they got there and what torture they are going through as well as what they are witnessing happening to the others. The fourth arc will Figure out a way to restore North Italy enough to let them go and continue his Relationship in a more healthy way with Germany than what will be occurring in this story. With all of that being said enjoy.
Now you're probably wondering how the hell I -Germany- ended up -getting captured and chained into a basement with only Austria, France and our Torturer- North (Veneziano) Italy. Yes you just read that right, Feliciano is torturing us. And none of us know why.
Well that's the thing really- we each individually know reasons Feli would be mad at us. But none of us know why he would be mad at all three of us. The sad thing is the only mercy we get is from Vene's notoriously harsh 2p named Luciano. He only stopped Feli, because he still cared about our 2ps and you can't have a 2p without a 1p- one dies and so does the other. Which is why this sadistic serial killer was our savior- he'd bring us food so we wouldn't starve to death (though that doesn't mean we weren't close)- water when we severely dehydrated, and stop Feliciano from killing us while he tortured us.
I looked down at my poor frame- what had once been lean muscle had deteriorated to skin and bone. And Austria and France were much worse off than I was- You see they weren't in as good of health before this and Italy hates them more than he does me.
Unlike the other two I know exactly why I'm in here- I told him about how I didn't remember my childhood. Prussia once told me that I hadn't been born Germany, I was the Romano to Veneziano at first. I'd had more yellow hair and my accent had been more of an Italian and German mix than the one I currently sported. My nation name had been The Holy Roman Empire, and I dissolved during a war- that's where the similarities to the Italies ended. Instead of being the nation version of identical twins like the Italies or America and Canada are (a few years isn't anything for a potentially immortal nation after all) I was my brother, we didn't make up two parts of a whole.
We were a whole. One in the same.
That's why I don't remember much of my childhood.
When I told Feliciano- the man I love…. He snapped. He started laughing- not his normal laugh this laugh was hysterical, filled with an agonizing sounding pain. Tears ran down his face as he laughed and laughed- he continued to laugh as I sat there in shock- in so much shock I missed him pull out his gun and knock me out with it.
While I was knocked out- I started to remember more, Italy was with me at Austria's house when we were little. At the time I thought he was a girl- but it was definitely him. Him and I were kissing, right before I left for the war that dissolved me. I promised to come back to him.
When I woke up to the pain of a whip clashing against my stomach I gulped for air.
Italy smiled at me, "I told you not to keep me waiting."