Dark! Italy X Reader: Colored Hell Part 1

That same dream spun around in your mind. You stood in the rain surrounded by blood. Who killed these people? Why were they killed? You felt a gloved hand grab your waist. "I did it for you, Bella. I love you that much." The dark voice sang.

You shot up from your bed in cold sweat. Who was that? By the accent and choice of words they were Italian. Italy is too sweet to kill anyone so harshly. Romano…he'd never touch a gun.

You suddenly recalled a news line. "People Give In To Insanity!" Why had that crossed your mind? No matter. School started today, so you ran to get dressed.

You are going to attend the Gakuen Hetalia school with all the other countries. Being a human you won't quite understand the lessons from Germany or China. You bet Italy would try to make his lessons about girls and pasta while staring out with his closed eyes.

Your plaid uniform was a bit uncomfortable. Your phone rang twenty-five seconds after putting on your left shoe. You answered the call to hear Italy's soft "Ve~s". "Ciao [Name]! Ve~ We are picking you up today!" He sang sweetly.

"Why thank you." You replied smiling.

You put the phone in your pocket and scanned the room for your bag. When you found and picked it up a paper flew down to the wooden floor. "The newspaper?" you hummed picking it up curiously. You read the headline with wide eyes. "People Give In To Insanity!".

"Ve~ Hurry Bella!" Italy's voice called from behind your front door. You turned quickly and clumsily stumbled to the door. "Sorry Italia." You told the smiling country.

You followed Italy to Germany's white BMW and scooted into the passenger's seat. Italy hated it there. He was afraid he'd die if he sat there, so he kept a closed eyed watch on you.

When Germany's car screeched to a halt in the parking spot labeled "Ludwig" you saw a shadow move across the open entrance hall. "J-Japan?" you said aloud. Germany looked at you in a study like way. "Japan iz right zere." He pointed with his thick German accent. Sure enough Japan was staring into your window.

Your scream echoed through the car. Japan was smiling creepily at you, His eyes wide. Germany locked the doors and windows quickly. Japan brought his hand up and knocked on the widow softly.

Italy was in the back shivering madly when japan passed out. You looked back and forth between Germany and the now empty window. You looked at the locked door and reached out to the latch.

Germany stiffened as the latch clicked. You opened the door and Japan was shakily getting up. You stiffened quickly. "Ow. Oh! Konichiwa {Name}" he greeted in his confused tone. A paper hung from his blue vest and you snatched it quickly. "It's because I love you, Bella." The paper read.

"Are you ok Japan?" You asked trying to mask your fear.

"I believe so. Arigato {Name}." he bowed shakily.

Italy and Germany scooted out of the car slowly. You smiled and nodded. When you entered the hall for the entrance ceremony and looked around for any possible humans. You found none. Sighing, you made your way to the seat assigned to you.

The principal was a beautiful woman called Pangea. She must be like the mother Nation. Her hair was jet black and pulled into a loose pony tail. Her face was alit with a kind smile. She wore a loose dress suit that didn't hide the scars on her pale skin very well. In her hand she held a thick book titled "The World."

"Everyone, please quite down." She called sweetly through the little microphone on her pedestal. "Welcome to Gakuen Hetalia or Hetalia High as some call it. This school isn't very strict, but it was made for countries like you." She hummed.

'I'm not a country.' You though rudely. Miss Pangea looked at you and bent down to her microphone. "I understand we have a human in here, yes? Please stand Miss {Name}." she called. You stood slowly and attention flooded around you.

"[Name] is our human Honor Student. Please welcome her like she is any other country." Pangea ordered. That concluded the ceremony. Italy, Japan, and Germany caught up with you quickly. "That was the shortest Entrance Ceremony I've ever attended." You giggled.

You felt a soft hand touch yours and you looked back slowly. "Yes Italy?" you asked kindly. "Can I hold your hand, Bella?" he asked looking at his feet. "Yes." You answered. Why did you want to hold his hand so badly.

You waved off to the Axis as you studied your schedule. "First I have art class….my dorm number is 346….lunch is at noon….math a 3:57." You whispered memorizing the paper. You ran into something soft and looked up slowly. "I'm sorry Miss." Her Russian accent called.

The soft thing you ran into was the country's bust. "AHG! I'm sorry as well." You yelled bowing. Your skirt fluttered up and the males behind you watched in a perverted manner. You ran quickly, your eyes shut tight. "I can't take that!" you cried running. That had been the most embarrassing thing since you were four.

When you finished running you ended up in a very dark alley. "I see you made it, Bella." A dark voice called. Your eyes widened. "YOU!" you screamed fiercely. "What's wrong with me being here?" he asked.

He grabbed your waist swiftly and connected his lips to yours. Heat signified blush spreading across you face. You wanted to close your eyes and give in, but willed yourself to stay alert. He pulled himself closer to you, smushing your chest. He then forced his tongue in your mouth and felt for yours.

You tried to push away, but his grip was too tight. He ran his hand up and down your waist and to your bum. His hand moved in slow circles. Your face was now tomato red and he lifted you skirt.

His hand the found its way to your bare back and you shivered. 'Isn't this harassment…assault?" you asked yourself flooding your mind with questions. You didn't want it to stop for some reason, but pulled away and straightened your skirt.

"Ve~ What's the matter, Bella? Are you afraid of me?" he asked pulling a whip out of his belt and thrashing it on the ground.