A.N. Another excerpt from my other ongoing Fic titled, The Axis Powers' Capitals. This is Italy's nightmare. Enjoy~

Painful Memories, Painful Dreams

Large hands grasped at me with a strong grasp. I was shaken imploringly and I could only stare open mouthed at the face that loomed over mine angrily. I was literally trapped between a wall and he who was bursting with rage. His blue eyes were icier than ever and opened wide as his face was tinted pink with the sheer rage he was displaying. His mouth opened and closed rapidly and he was yelling, roaring really. The same word stood out amongst the blur of it all, "Why". I fell in on myself as I couldn't find the words even in my native tongue to begin to explain myself. My eyes returned to their normal closed state after his rage had ceded to a boiling ferocity that bubbled so close to his surface it sent chills and tremors of fear coursing through me. No I...but they...the stronger ones had..., nothing could suffice. One of his large hands moved to my arm in a bruising grip- it hurt but the guilt told me I deserved the pain-the guilt...oh it ate me alive. It caused a permanent scar to mar my spirit.

Then I felt nothing but sheer horror I spun around and around in a gray fuzzy blur that stilled so suddenly I felt dizzy and he was there again. This time there was no rage but his blue orbs still shone with a cold look. His icy cold stare was on me almost pityingly. This time it was I who felt the rage and hurt. The feeling crashed over me like a violent wave crashes in the cluster of rocks jutting forth from the midst of the sea. I was the rocks and the bitter salty wave engulfed me whole. I spoke only once and the word reverberated around the area painfully, "Why". The replies which he emitted came to my ears sounding distant in both the feeling with which they were delivered and proximity. Perfidious, treacherous, and treason...the words bit my ears and stabbed my heart.

I turned before anymore of the wave of sorrow I felt could be revealed to his icy stare. My eyes burned behind their lids yet I only allowed a single tear to escape before I relieved myself of the presence of him with the icy eyes. And then-

Italy awoke in tears. He lay in his bed panting slightly as he tried to calm his shaken nerves and frazzled emotions. He turned to look at his bedside clock, it read 9:21 am his eyes widened in horror at the fact that he was 20 minutes late for a scheduled meeting with Germany. The thought if the nation caused Italy to stiffen and close his eyes once more, currently the personification didn't feel like seeing the other and he shut his eyes tighter willing himself into a peaceful slumber that would cast the problem from him temporarily.

A.N. Okay so Italy's dream focuses on the Italian Armistice and the Cephalonia Massacre. Once again there is a pattern: Germany is only referred to using only proper nouns. I guess if you squinted you could sort of call this GerIta but then it'd be angsty!GerIta.

Thank You for reading! Toodles~