YO TO ALL! The-Biggest-Geek here with another story! I actually wasn't even planning on writing a story like this, but after switching between a HetaOni gameplay and a Sadistic!Italy fanfic, I had to.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing

Chapter 1:

Italy wasn't expecting to be kidnapped. As a hand came up and grabbed his throat, thousands of flurried, terrified thoughts flew through the Italian's mind. The last thought, however, was 'what would happen if I wasn't found.'

Prussia watched his younger brother put his head in his hands from the doorway.

"West?" He asked.

"He just…disappeared." Germany muttered, feeling sad for his friend.

"Is something wrong?" Prussia pushed, putting a hand on Germany's shoulder.

"Italy's gone. He disappeared. No one knows where he is." Germany said, picking up his head.

"Italy?" Prussia replied, startled. He quite liked him, even if Italy was a bit of an airhead.

"Maybe he just wandered off..."

"What?! You mean he's gone?!" Romano yelled at Spain. "I know my fratello may be stupid, but why would he just up and disappear?!"

"Maybe he was kidnapped." Spain answered.

"Who the hell would want to kidnap him?! He didn't do anything!"

"You never know..."

Italy woke up strapped to an exam table.

"Hello, Italy. Or shall I call you Feliciano?" A man's voice said. Italy whimpered and started pulling on his restraints.

"W-where am I? Who are y-you?" Italy asked, voice rising in panic. He started crying, terrified.

"You're in my lab. I am just a scientist curious on discovering the secret that makes you...you." The scientist answered, coming into the nation's view. He was a younger man, around twenty-five, with sandy blonde hair and dark green eyes. "You can call me Joseph."

Italy struggled against his bonds, hyperventilating.

"It's fascinating how you work. You can't die, yet you bleed. You get sick when your country's economy fails. You truly are a mystery. And I want to figure out the mystery." Joseph continued, wheeling in a cart. Italy sobbed loudly, thinking, 'nononono he's going to hurt me and no one will know where I am.'

"Stop!" Italy shouted with uncharacteristic strength. Joseph looked up at the nation and shrugged before looking back down.

"Full name: Feliciano Vargas. Otherwise known as: North Italy. You have a brother?" Joseph asked lightly, as if the two were people sitting next to each other on the bus, striking up friendly conversation. "Relationships: Lovino Vargas, aka South Italy. Ludwig Beilschmidt, aka Germany. Honda Kiku, aka Japan. Alfred F Jones, aka America. Arthur Kir-"((Hah hah I know all))

"Stop it! Don't hurt them!" Italy shouted, lifting his head up from the table. He flopped down, breathing heavily. Joseph raised an eyebrow as he continued.

"Personality: Weak, quick to flee, unnaturally happy. Likes pasta, pizza, and siestas. Extremely close to Germany, Japan, and Romano." Italy's chest heaved, sweat dripping down his face.

"Don't hurt them. Please. I-I don't know what to do without them. I'll do anything." He pleaded, desperate. Joseph smiled darkly.

"That's exactly the answer I was looking for."

Wow,the OC may be a major jackass,but he's not all that important. I know this chapter is short, but I don't have the attention span ot sit down and write long chapters. Seriously. My friends call me "Italy" due to my shot attention span, my love of pasta, and the fact that I am indeed Italian. But anyway...Reviews are appreciated!
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