The other Italy Veneziano, or his Second Player, was sitting against the side of an old shop that long since went out of buisness. It was pouring rain, the droplets pounding hard against his body, which was severly wounded with re-opened scars. He had gotten into an arguement with Germany again, who, decided to let his anger out on him. Physicially. He doesn't really have anywhere to go anyways, so he figured that once he thought he could move, he would find some shelter.
Meanwhile the regular Italy began to jog down the abandoned street, an umbrella in one hand and the groceries he had to pick up in the other. As he slowed his pace, he noticed that there was a man sitting against a building, who was bleeding quite heavily. He quickly rushed over and recognized who it was immediately. "W-What are you doing out here in the rain? Why are you bleeding so much?!" he asked, his voice quivering slightly from fear and worry.
The wounded Italian looked up and tired violet eyes met beautiful, nearly intoxicating hazel eyes."I just got into an arguement with someone, that's all. And I don't really have a choice considering I don't have any place to stay." he chuckled sadly.
Italy bit his lip. "Well...I have an extra room in my house, if you want. And if we leave those wounds unattended, you might bleed to death! So come live with me ve~!" he said cheerfully.
The other Italy raised an eyebrow. "You'd really let me stay at your place, even though you're terrified of me, and you don't know what I might do. Smart." he smirked, pushing himself slowly off of the ground to stand, resting his hand against the shop's wall for balance. "But if you still want me to, then I'll take you up on that."
Italy blushed. "W-Well I may be a little scared, but I still trust you." He smiled. "Come on, my house isn't far from here."
The walk home was filled with comfortable silence. When they made it to Italy's house, he was immediately dragged to the bathroom, and watched as the happy-go-lucky Italian scanned through the cabinets for bandages.
When Italy found them he glanced over at the other Italy nervously, with a light blush adorning his cheeks. "You gotta get undressed so I can put these on for you."
The darker of the two looked over at him with a slight trace of panic in his eyes, before finally relaxing upon realization. "Well we ARE technically the same person, so I guess it isn't bad." He lifted his shirt up over his head, revealing his well-sculpted body decorated with a few long bleeding scars.
Italy blushed heavily at the sight of his other self's torso. Why was he reacting this way? They were the same person, for heavens sake! But, at the same time they weren't. Italy snapped out of his thoughts and studied the scars. "They're not that bad, they just bled a lot. If we put a small amount here," he said as he wrapped the bandage from his underarm to the side of his neck, "then it should help a bit."
It all happened fast. One minute, the cheery, not to mention absolutely adorable, version of himself was tending to his wounds, and the next he had pinned him against the wall, kissing him hungrily. He knew this was wrong, for he was not only kissing a guy, but his other self, but at the moment he really couldn't give a damn. All that mattered was that he was here, alone, with the object of his fantasies, who was indeed kissing him back with just as much passion and longing as he was. When they parted for air, he cupped Italy's face. "Feliciano.." he panted breathlessly. "Ti amo,"
Italy's eyes widened, but then he smiled warmly as he leaned in for another kiss "Ti amo troppo."