Ch 1

The hallway was dark and misty. Germany was alone in the huge house. He didn't know how he had entered the house, but he knew he had to escape. "Italy? Italy, Where are you?"

He turned to a room whose door was locked. His mind went back to what was in front of his face. Where is the door to leave? "I'm right here Germany!"

Germany Turned around to see Italy covered in blood and gore. "Italy? Ha! Italy!" Germany yelled as he ran back down the hall to meet with his friend.

But Italy Didn't seem the same. Only feet away did Germany notice that his usually happy friend seemed devastated. His head hung low and the shadows blocked his eyes. "Germany... They're dead... America... Japan... Even Russia and China... All dead..."

Germany looked at Italy shocked. "Dead? They cant be... They... Cant..."

The house that Germany didn't even remember started becoming more clear. Italy grabbed the bottom of Germany's uniform top. "You have to follow me, Germany! Or else he'll get us and that wont be good!"

Germany followed Italy to a room with the corpses of his dead comrades and friends. "They're all... Here?"

Italy turned around and finally revealed his eyes. His usually closed eyes were wide open and glowing red, along with the red tint in his hair. Germany noticed that Italy's uniform was brown, unlike before and he was suddenly wearing a hat. Italy once said he couldn't wear hats. "Italy? What are you?"

Italy smiled widely, but not in the innocent way he use to. "I'm your worst nightmare."

Germany recognizes the tone that Italy just gave him. He had the dream before. Not this one. But one almost as frightening. " No... Italy!"

Italy slowly took one step closer and closer until Germany ran out of the room, somehow avoiding Italy's grasp. As he ran he could hear Italy's voice." You cant run from my house, Germany... You cant hide either..."

Germany dashed for the locked door and it opened. He ran inside and instantly felt weightless, but he knew what happened. There was a hole in the floor where Germany stepped. He was still falling and was waiting for himself to fall onto the ground that was suppose to be his demise. But it never came. "You killed them... Didn't you?"

Italy's face appeared in the shadows in front of him. " What a Sherlock you are. Yes I did. And You are next" And Finally, Italy grabbed Germany's neck and pounded his head against the wall behind him. Germany felt every time his head hit, and the pain that came with it. Finally he sat up.

"Only a dream... It was only a dream..." Germany pulled the covers over to see Italy asleep next to him, like most nights. "Ahhhh!"

The dream had startled him at the sight of his friend. He was shaking, for the nightmares have been dreams of puppy dogs compared to what was to come. It was almost Halloween. Every year, one of the countries threw a party and planned it. Food, theme, music, and the worst if it, the movie. This year was Italy's turn. The thought of what gore would be shown was frightening. And Germany was Italy's helper.

"Germany?" Italy opened his eyes and surely, they were the usual brown. Italy sits up, stretches, yawns, then jumps out of bed. "Its time to start planning the party! You said you would help me!"

Germany looks at the ground, Wishing Italy had forgotten the empty promise that was given. But Germany couldn't bring himself to abandon him. " Urg... Lets get this over with..." He would later just run away to train when Italy mentioned choosing the movies.

While running laps, he saw something behind a bush. Was it a spy. Germany ran over to it. It wasn't anything too suspicious. It was a small black cape. Whose is it? Where did it come from? It looked pretty old and worthless. Germany decided to take bring it back to the house to decide what to do with it. After his training, he walked inside his home to see Italy holding up CD's to make up his min of which one he would play first. He couldn't decide. "Germany' your back! Which one should be the opening song?"

"That one..." Germany pointed randomly at one of the discs.

Italy grabbed the cape from Germany's shoulder. He held the clothe in his hands, then after the tears started falling, He hugged it tightly. " Where did you get this?"

Germany stared at Italy. "I'm guessing that its Yours then?"

Italy looked at Germany with his eyebrows burrowed making him look more viscous than usual. " WHERE did you get this!?"

Germany's eyes widened in shock. " I found it behind a bush while running laps"

Italy dropped the CD's and ran to his guest room. Germany followed him. When he opened the door, he saw Italy hugging the cape sobbing on his bed. Seeing Italy so unhappy was heart breaking. Suddenly, Germany realizes that something hits his head. "Leave me alone!"

Germany quickly closes the door and tries dodging the other pillows being thrown at him.

"Whats the deal with that cape" Germany walks over to his phone and calls Austria. He knows that Italy use to work for his brother, so he figured that he might ask what was going on"

"Hungary? Who is this?"

"Austria, Its Germany. I found a cape in my bush."

"So?"

"When I brought it in from running laps, Italy grabbed it from me and started crying. He got offensive when I asked if it was his. It looked pretty old, so I decided that since Italy wouldn't tell me what was going on, You were the next-"

Austria cut him off and started sounding angry and interested at the same time. "Wait! It looked old? What color was it?"

"Umm... Black. So?"Austria hung up on Germany and Germany sat there holding the receiver, knowing that he wouldn't get a response."This must be worst than I thought..."

Germany went back to Italy's room and knocked on the door. "Italy? Are you there?" Can you please explain to me what is going on here? Please?"

"Go away!"

Germany ignored Italy's demand and entered the room. "This is my house. My rules are applied"

Germany saw Italy crying. His heart shattered even worst than before. "Please... Just go..."

Germany sat next to Italy and touched the cape."What is the deal about this cape?"

Italy turned away from him. "It belonged to my first lover..."

Germany put his hand on Italy's shoulder to try to help comfort him."I remember... You said he was a guy too... Right?"

Italy Stood up and ran from the room. Germany followed him all the way to the bathroom,Where he locked himself in to be alone.