I don't own Hetaoni or Hetalia. O.O Uh, if I did, I would never have let any of the countries go in that horrible mansion.
Italy's POV:
In the silence of the room, a clock ticks endlessly. Tick-tock, tick-tock. The red numbers glare at me from the wall, flashing their signs of death. I stand in the room, paralyzed with fear, clutching the journal to my chest. Flinging the door open, I rush from the room in to the dark corridor, the shadows starting to close in on me, laughing, mocking, whispering their words of terror. Pushing past the thoughts that continue to haunt me, I run, run, run away as fast as I can from the malicious darkness, the blood-red numbers splashed onto the walls around me. My eyes wide open, the grisly images of my friends' horrid ends flash in my head, their bodies mangled beyond recognition. I resist the urge to be sick.
9.
5.
1.
2.
7.
3.
The number of people who died every time I went back in time. Time. What a hateful word.
Will they ever stop? I want to get away from this prison. The gray thing is surely chasing me now. No, not chasing, because it is everywhere.
A scream escapes my throat, but all I can hear is silence. I'm backed up against the wall, with nowhere to run.
The clocks leer and jeer at me from where they hang.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Everyone, Germany, Romano, Japan, America, England, France, China, even Russia.
I'm sorry.
The glass in the clocks shatters into tiny fragments, razor sharp.
The journal falls to the ground, stained and splattered with fresh blood.
A new number forms on the wall, dripping with blood.
4.
A/N: Tada! So this is a drabble, just something that I suddenly came up with, told from Italy Veneziano's point-of- view. So, basically three of his friends have already died. You can use your imagination and guess who did, but the last number was a 3. The 4 appears on the wall at the end and you can probably figure out what happened to Italy. I'll write one each for America, England, Germany, or whoever, most likely.
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