Author's Note:

Ciao miei cari! I just wanted to upload this and see if anyone likes it! My friend and I are doing this roleplay, so this is it. I am roleplaying Italy, She is roleplaying Japan, and we both do the other characters. Or character, so far xD So, this is the first chapter, and I will most likely be uploading the second and maybe third right after this. Please Review!

Kiku walks into the apartment, shouting out, "Konichi'wa, Italy!" He heard no response and walked around to find him. "Italy?"

Feliciano stirs slightly in his deep sleep and murmurs—as a response—many random phrases including pasta.

He walks into the living room to find him sleeping, sprawled in a weird position over the couch. He walks up to him and lightly shakes his shoulder, "Italy?"

Italy's arms flutter around, looking for the source of whatever was waking him up, and landed on Kiku's face. Golden brown eyes looked up at the Japanese man and soon Feliciano pulled him into an awkward hug. It obviously wasn't awkward to Feliciano, though. "Buongiorno… oh, wait, it isn't morning is it? Oh well!"

He shifts awkwardly and tries to escape the small Italian's arms to no prevail. He laughs nervously, all the while trying to escape. "H-ha… ha… no. It's 6 o'clock, Italy…"

"Uwah… six? Heh… I promised Doitsu I would help him with something an hour ago… Ve! He will be so upset!" Italy's eyes widened and he began to squirm nervously. His mind was filled with thoughts of what Germany might do to him… he shivered. "Japannnnnn! Could you be so nice and call Doitsu and tell him I'm sick with the… Pasta Pox! Pleaseeeeeeee!"

He backs up a bit to put some room between himself and the young man. He brushed off his black uniform, straightening it out. He looked at the Italian again and sighed. "Italy, You're family was in a car crash… Luckily, at least for you, Romano made it out alive. Your parents and Pookie didn't." He shifts a bit, looking uncomfortable delivering such news.

Feliciano stayed lying on the couch and staring blankly at Kiku. His family… A car crash… They were… At least Romano is… What? He sat up and looked around for no apparent reason. His eyes burned for a minute and then they were cooled by a soothing wetness that roamed the bottom lid of his eyes and explored further to his checks. "Dead…" Feliciano looked Kiku in the eyes, "They are? But… Romano isn't…" His hiccupped softly, creating a squeak-like noise, before tears streamed down his cheeks.

His heart melts at the sight of his dear friend reduced to tears. Recently, he had fantasized about the possibility of more than friends, but he was dark… a pure one like him would never last in a relationship with one like himself. So to spare the hurt, he will deliver the news then leave soon after. "Yes, Feliciano. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you but Romano doesn't want to face you. He said you remind him of mom too much. So I… just came to tell you instead.." He looks to his friend, sobbing on the couch. His face set with determination, he walks over and sits beside him, knowing that he himself would want someone to at least sit with him during this time of hurt.

Feliciano felt… he didn't exactly know how he felt. His heart was empty but also it felt so heavy and like a liquid was leaking out the bottom of it. It felt like it was disintegrating in his chest. He closed his eyes wishing he could sleep and forget about it for even a moment. He laid his head on Japan's shoulder and sniffled a little. He could feel the boney structure of Kiku's shoulder blade and it felt odd and somewhat hurt to have his temple pressed against it… it was comforting though. Thunder lit up the house like a flash grenade and Feliciano jumped up from Kiku's side with feet planted on the floor. "A storm? I wonder how bad it'll get, ve…" he quickly turned on the television and flipped to the weather channel.

He jumps at the lightning storm and turns to the TV. "And now for the weather report. Tonight we expect to see some minor flooding and high winds. We caution you and recommend staying indoors." He sighs and glances at his friend. He hesitates but asks quietly, "Italy… could I… maybe stay here tonight? I mean I could probably make it home… maybe… um… I'm sorry to ask."

Italy realizes that there is no question of whether or not Kiku has to stay. Not that he doesn't want him to stay; just… his family was killed. Murdered by a car whom took them in showing them safety and caring procedures but ended up crushing them and tossing them from the car. "Si, you may stay, Kiku. Feel free to use the guest room."

He nods solemnly and begins to walk past him. He then turns and unexpectedly hugs his friend comfortingly. "I'm sorry, Italy. Maybe it will be better in the morning…" He hesitates but then leaves to the guest room.

Italy receives the hug gladly but makes no effort to return it. It'll be better in the morning? Maybe? Hopefully. Feliciano stayed downstairs watching television, some of his least favorite shows were on, but he decided to watch them. The main reason he disliked them were because they were violent or depressing and he only had ever wanted something to cheer him up. This time, he seemed to drown in the depression and violent acts shown upon the screen. He sat there staring at the television until static covered the panel and even then he didn't leave. Next thing he knew, the sun rose and it was morning.

He comes down the stairs quietly, adjusting his uniform on the way down, expecting to leave as soon as possible. He walks past the living room towards the door but stops and turns around, heading back. He sees his friend staring at the blank TV with blood shot eyes. Unless he was delusional, it seemed that his eyes had changed a bit, with a red tint. His hair also seemed a bit darker and droopier. His curl didn't bounce like usual. It sat, flat and crinkled against his cheek. His skin was a paler color and he became worried. He started to walk up to his friend. What could have happened in the mere hours of the night?

Feliciano shook softly, in a trance of thoughts that left him depressed but wanting to get revenge. His eyes burned again—but this time from not sleeping, or blinking for that matter. His head had so many thoughts that it seemed as if there were no thoughts at all. He was dehydrated, hungry, tired, upset, and blood thirsty for revenge. The thing was, he didn't want water, or food, or sleep, and there was nothing truly to get revenge on. He wanted to break down and cry, but he also wanted to keep his composure, but what composure was there to keep? He noticed another presence and glanced up at his friend who had spent the night. Feliciano's rust-colored eyes met Kiku's reddish-brown eyes. It was almost as if they understood each other. At least, to Feliciano, it did.

When he saw the mixed emotions fly through his friend's eyes, he could identify each one as it flew by. But the important part was that he understood. When he saw the state his friend was in, he knew that he had shut down. He had turned the light away. He had embraced the darkness to which he himself was vomited to, to this day. It was such a dramatic change from the friend he knew and he knew that he would never go back. Once one hits this stage, they don't go back. He remembered this exact moment when his parents had died in the fire. He had felt all these feelings as well. So he knew what he had to do. He had to be there for his friend. When this had happened to himself, it was all pain and misery. He knew that he couldn't stop the process that the small Italian was in but he also knew that he could comfort him through it. So that's what he would do. The impassive looking Japanese went and sat beside his dear friend. He would be there with him for it all. He wouldn't let his one and only friend be alone. He knew that dead feeling that would be flowing through him just about now and he wouldn't let it consume him like it had eaten away at the Japanese boy all those years ago.

Feliciano took a deep breath in and exhaled strongly. He broke the eye contact with Kiku and looked down at his clothing, seemingly gaining a knowing conscious state. The blue military outfit he normally wore hurt his eyes and bothered him to no extent. He closed his eyes, willing away the headache that was beginning to form, and shook his head violently after lifting it to the ceiling. "I think I'm going to go get cleaned up… You can make yourself whatever you want for breakfast." Feliciano stood up wearily and walked up the stairs to the shower room.

Kiku nods a bit before he walks off. He walks into the kitchen and begins cooking whatever he can find. He felt a knowing hunger but not. A hunger for anything in particular. Before he even realized it, he had made five things and Italy had walked out with a changed appearance.

Author's Note: Okay, so, please review! And I'm sorry if there are any grammer errors... And they are a tad bit OOC. Hey, it's Dark!Italy and Dark!Japan. What else do you expect?

Thank you for reading, please review!