A.N: Hey guys, yes I'm alive and yes, you're probably all like "Why haven't you updated All Because of Nothing and Why? yet?" or my English teacher is like, "Where is the Twilight Zone fanfiction yet?", and to answer the questions, I'm working on them! I've got like 1 quattuordecillion ideas so I've been trying to avoid a case of writer's block. Anyway, a random one-shot from a song I've heard, being "Don't Mess With Me" by Temposhark, and found the song from an AMV by Luvrainluv on Youtube. Anyways, Here we go~!
It was July 4th, America's birthday. They went, no, were forced to go to his house and celebrate. As it grew later, the party began to die down, three certain Italians known as Romano, Seborga, and Sicily noticed their brother passed out on the couch. At this point it was already about 11:00, so they all were somewhat lazy. An idea came to Seborga came to mind as he nudged his older sibling.
"Hey, Roma, can we show the others 'the thing'" he asked. Romano give a quick look of thought then sighed with approval. Romano got up and headed over to America, then asked for attention, plus his "shitty, cock-sucking" Skrillex to be turned down. When the volume was lowered, the three Italians gathered on the staged with a microphone in hand.
"Hey, can I have your attention please," Romano started, "out of our utter boredom, who wants to see some freaky shit our stupid brother does when he's asleep?" Nods went around the room as Romano continued, "Okay hamburger bastard, do you have a viola, violin, and cello at all?" he asked. America ran out of the room, then appeared again holding the three bows, viola, violin, and cello leaning against his leg.
"This good enough dude?" he asked with his stupid look on his face, along with various crumbs and some smoothie. Romano gave the cello to Seborga, taking the viola as his own, and gave his younger sister the violin. They all glanced around the room. Everyone was watching the four Italians. They all began to play at a moderate speed, what surprised everyone is what Italy was doing on the sofa. He quickly moved from his laying position to a sitting, and opened his eyes, revealing only white, and began to sing.
How it all began
If truth be told
Had a master plan
Now I rule the world
As he got farther into the song, he began to hover slightly in front of the sofa, earning some gasps.
Took 'em by surprise
Worked my way uphill
They looked into my eyes
I became invincible
He began to float higher and higher, his hair whipping around more rapidly. The others began to flip while Romano, Seborga, and Sicily remained emotionless.
No one, can stop me
For only, I am in control
If you, want me
You better contact my people
In my crown, I am king
I love their endless worshipping
I am raw, a dinosaur
But I will never be extinct
So don't mess with me
I'll shoot you down
Don't mess with me
By this time, America was wide-eyed and shaking. They all watched as Italy's blank eyes stared into their souls, his head scarcely rocking from side to side, his naturally innocent voice shaking psychotically.
Show me sex appeal
Get on your hands and knees
And forget about about the meal
It's best, to keep me pleased
Imagine if you will
Our meet, on the block
I've got time to kill
So how about a quick fuck?
About the whole room at the very was least shaking. They noticed how it got dark outside, along with a storm that arrived. Italy had a demented, almost sadistic grin across his face.
I've come, it's been fun
But won't you please disappear
Something, tells me, that you can't further my career
In my crown, I am king
I love their endless worshipping
I am raw, a dinosaur
But will never be extinct
So don't mess with me
I'll shoot you down
Don't mess with me
As words left his mouth, his face became more terrifying than it already was, somehow the light in the room turned to a shade of red as he sang on.
'Cause all your heads are gonna roll
I've made your misery my goal
So if you want survival,
Kneel on my arrival
For this is how I rule the world~
As his siblings continued to play, he took in a deep breath, his voice an unstable, shaking whisper.
No one, can stop me
For only I am in control
And if you, want me
You better contact my people
See my crown, I am king
You'll love the endless worshipping
I am raw, a dinosaur
And I'll never be extinct
So don't mess with me
I'll shoot you down
Don't mess with me
I'll knock you down
Don't mess with me
I'll shoot you down
Don't mess with me~
His singing then come to a stop, then he plopped back onto the sofa, eyes shut as he was innocently sleeping. The others just stared in silence. What were they supposed to think of that? In a matter of seconds, the young Italian's eyes opened once again, showing his shining amber eyes.
"Ve~ are you guys okay? You look like you've seen a ghost! WAIT! Are there ghosts in here. That's scary!" he rambled. He continued for a few minutes, then an important question came to his mind.
"Is there any pasta~?" he quickly asked. America, not meaning to snap, replied with a no. For about a second, Italy snarled, the whites of his eyes staring at him.
"THEY'RE LOOKING INTO MY SOUL!" America screamed, running out of the room. Italy seemed confused by this.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked. The others exchanged looks, scared that they would upset him if they said something wrong.
"Uh, hello?" he asked once again, but this time, everyone just turned and followed America. Italy observed the room around him. Various soda and beer cans littered the floor. In the corner, a cello along with a violin and viola lay with their bows. His anger flared at the fact that everyone left him just for asking a question.
"Pity, pity. Someone needs to teach them manners." he began, "And they can't forget, Don't Mess With Me~"