Italian Empire

Prologue or Chapter 1 – depends

Feliciano Vargas, aka Italy, was alone in his safe house near the border of Germany and Austria. This was nothing new since Hitler came into power in Germany. Germany has changed greatly since his economy and people have changed. His blonde friend has grown more sadistic, he'd even begun to forget he was killing innocent people! Italy was so lost as to what to do for his friend.

*Knock, Knock*

Italy looked up in surprise before he stood up and cautiously made his way for the door, after all, he was still in Germany and you never knew who'd be on the other side. Hesitantly, the nation opened the door slightly, before opening it all the way.

"Germany?" he asked shocked, he wasn't allowed to call him by his pet name anymore.

Germany was wearing his Nazi uniform, his hair was disleveled and his gun was being dragged on the ground. Germany looked to be in shock, blood spattered on his uniform and face.

"Doitsu?" Italy asked carefully.

The dam broke and Germany collapsed to his knees; rivers of tears flowing down his face.

"Doitsu!" Italy yelped, falling next to his friend. "What is it?! What's wrong?!"

"Italia," Germany whimpered. "I'm so scared. Who am I anymore? How many of my people have I killed?"

Italy had no answer, not the one his ally would want to hear, so he led the blonde to the sofa, and he simply held him. Held him and comforted him. The whole time, Germany sobbed and cried, begging for forgiveness of all his people, for all his sins, for all the women and children and men he has killed, for all the suffering he's brought to himself and the other countries, to Italy.

It was by midnight that Germany's exhaustion and gasping had knocked him out. Silently, Italy changed his clothes and washed his face of the blood. When done, Italy stated at Germany, seething in anger.

His first true friend was hurt. The one who allied with him, his guardian, the one who believed in him and his power. Reduced to tears and tremors. The wanted revenge. He wanted to kill his friend's tormentor and causer of pain. Italy closed his eyes and searched his mind for a familiar annoyance.

'Italian Empire.'

From within his mind, in the shadows, two glowing red eyes flashed open.

'Italian Empire, I need your help. So does Doitsu, my friend.'

The red eyes lazily glanced around.

Why should I?

Italy flinched at the demonic voice. '…Because you'll get to kill… and I won't stop you…'

From under the eyes, a fanged smirk appeared.

Italy shivered in fear as a dark chuckled echoed in his head and then he was gone.

Copper hair darkened to maroon while tan sin lightened to be ashen. Fangs and subtle claws grew and a dark aura began to release freely. Finally, once amber eyes opened to reveal ruby red, surrounded by black skin.

Italian Empire looked at his hands as he fisted them, smirking. Freedom after being locked up for the last nineteen hundred years.

Italian's thoughts paused at a whimper; he turned to the couch and sneered at the weak nation.

"Pathetic," he muttered but his expression softened slightly.

This guy was important enough for Italy to face his fear and release him. It made Italian wonder what was so special. Italian Empire began to walk away, leaving the safehouse for his mission. He had some blood to spill.

Slight romance, hurt/comfort, friendship.

Possible sequel – if you want it that tis…

Oh and I don't own the description, of possibly the idea, of Italian Empire but he is something I believe in. I mean Italy's granddad is Rome, you really thing that conquered have the world a weakling like that without a defense?

Anyways, R&R plz!