Okay first long multi chapter none crossover story, here we go! 2P!Italy, yes, rated T for swearing and violence (only slight).

I wanted to keep this short and sweet, so there's more info at the bottom. Also I apologise for sucky summary. But please Enjoy ^^

Italy runs from training and an unwelcome 'Friend' decides to step in for him. How will Germany deal with the vicious and somewhat dangerous Italy around? Will Italy come back? (Gerita, 2p!Italy, Swearing and slight violence)


Italy leaned against the old apple tree at the top of the hill. It was his most recent hiding place from Germany whenever he had run from training. From here he could hide, nap and watch the sun go down, it really was a good spot. Through heavy pants he managed to let out a small "Dammit", as he turned around and slumped down against the trunk. His eyes shut tight as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to run down his cheeks. He felt so useless, he tried in training he really did but... whenever Germany started shouting at him he'd get scared and run away. It was just an automatic response, he couldn't help it. "I'm still here you know" A cold but gentle voice whispered in the Italian's ears startling him. Yelping he looked around, eyes wide in panic. "Oh come on Feli don't tell me you've forgotten all about me" The voice filled his head as Feliciano realised that no one was there, it was just him on the hill. Or well that is what it appeared to be to someone else.

"Lu-Luci is that you?!" He tensed already knowing the answer, a shiver running down his spine every time he heard that voice.

"Aw you do remember me, I'm touched" His voice grew louder as he mocked him He always had something to say, some way to get under his skin, well it was already literal but emotionally as well. "Long time no see" It really had been a long time, the last time the two had talked was back before he met Germany. Italy never really found out what had happened to him that night but after he hid in that crate he lost contact with him. Him being another side of himself, the side he hoped no one would ever see... Germany would never find out about. Luciano.

"Wh-What are you doing here? I thought you had left" stuttering slightly Italy closed his eyes knowing he must of seemed crazy if anyone was seein him like this, but then again, maybe he was. After all this was someone who was only heard by him, and see him sometimes if he closed his eyes. With his eyes closed it was normal just complete darkness, except when he talked to Luciano he could always see a figure talking to him, a figure with his face. A figure with his face, scarlet eyes and a baleful smile.

"Oh Feli, poor innocent Feliciano. Your never getting rid of me. " Luciano knew this was his chance, he had been kept in the darkness for so long he felt it should be Feli's turn. Let's see how he likes to be forgotten... again. "You ran away again I see, you know I could be of much more use to that German friend of yours." He spoke softly and sweetly making Feliciano feel sick.

"It- it doesn't matter Germany is my friend, he doesn't care whether I can fight or not" Trying to fight back the doubts in his head Italy suddenly began to think, maybe Germany would prefer it if he was a better soldier. Now that he really did think about it there was no real reason for Germany to even consider him a friend. But he had plenty of reasons to feel he was a burden. He was always being saved, all he did was cook and sleep, he never really had done anything productive that helped him.

"Then why does he constantly yell at you? Why is he always saving you?" Luciano interrupted the others train of thought knowing that Feliciano was beginning to doubt himself. "You know we can show him that we are better than that, we aren't a burden to him, lets prove it" Luciano stopped knowing he was going to win, he could practically see Feliciano's resolve falling apart. Sighing Feliciano opened his eyes taking a last look at the view from the hill, the air had cooled and a light breeze blew around him. The air was filled with the sound of the leaves moving and birds singing, he was going to miss this but it seemed it was time for him to go. Reclosing his eyes slowly a few stray tears fell down his cheeks.

"Fine Luci you win"

Germany marched up the hill having finished training for the day, after dismissing Japan he felt as if he should go apologise to Italy. He had been a little tougher on him that day and well he could understand why he had run away. Reaching the top of the hill he looked around, brushing the sweat of off his brow. Looking over to the tree he spotted a familiar auburn curl poking from around the other side of the tree. Walking over Germany couldn't help but admire the view from the hill, Italy certainly did have a good choice for hiding places. Well most of the time.

Looking down to the base of the tree he saw that Italy was asleep. A small smile appeared on his face as he cleared his throat in an attempt at trying to wake him. Quickly removing the smile to both scold and apologise to the smaller nation he looked down only to see that the other had not moved. He remained perfectly still, his face void of emotion and his breathing barely noticeable. Coughing again slightly louder Germany became somewhat worried, normally his heavy footsteps would alert Italy to his presence causing him to either run or apologise immediately. Having received the same response as before the blond crouched down reaching a hand out to Italy's shoulder. "Italia?" He spoke softly, worry evident in his eyes. This really wasn't like him, he slept quite a bit but he was far from being a heavy sleeper. His hand hovered over his shoulder, slightly afraid of the worst.

Blood red eyes shot open startling the German. After stumbling back Germany quickly recovered and stared down at the younger of the two. He seemed different... a bit off. He watched as the other blinked and looked around a smirk appearing on his face. Not a smile; warm and gentle, but a smirk; cold and cruel. Standing up straight Germany was able to see something was definitely not right with the Italian in front of him. "Ne, what's wrong Germany?" Italy sneered at the German crimson irises glaring at him. Taking a moment to observe the Italian further Germany noticed not only the others smile but his eyes were different as well. The kind, soft gaze of the hazel eyes he once had, had turned cold and threatening. There was something that he just couldn't even believe he was thinking this but Italy somehow seemed intimidating, he wasn't scared of the other but as he spoke the German had felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Nein, however Italy... are you feeling alright?" He paused thinking carefully of how to go about trying to find out what's happened. This 'Italy' could be an imposter and the real one could be in danger, the last thing he'd want is his... well friend getting hurt because of an error on his part. The Italian laughed taking a step forward his eyes fixed on the blond.

"Si, is there a reason I shouldn't be?"

"You just look different" Germany looked away, uncomfortable from his gaze; causing another shiver run down his back.

"Maybe I am" Answering absentmindedly as he stared up at the branches of the tree. "Sorry I ran from training" He muttered as he began to walk past Germany spotting a lone apple. It was just beyond his reach; biting the side of his cheek he began looking for any lower hang branches he could hold on to in order to hoist himself up in order to reach it.

Germany tensed slightly as the Italian walked past him only to see he was of course after the food. Chuckling softly the German turned and placed his hands on the brunet's hips. "Here" he somewhat laughed as he was about to lift Italy into the air to get to it. However as soon as he was about to lift he felt his feet get swept from under him. Falling he kept his grip on Italy dragging both of them down, hitting the ground heavily. The impact temporarily winded the blond causing Italy a chance to retrieve his pocket knife from his trousers and straddle the other; pinning him down. Flicking the knife from its cover the Italian pressed the cold steel against the others neck.


Hey thanks for reading, I know it's not the best but I am trying. Sorry if the characters are slightly ooc. Also probably so many mistakes but I am so tired it's late but I owe some fanfiction so I am very sorry.

This is based on an rp starter I made up a little while ago so I would like to thank everyone who has rped this with me, I have never had anyone who was not good at this. Also a special thanks to the one person who has carried this on with me outside omegle, you know who you are.

Anyway this will be updated every week for a bit but when my work starts to pick up with school it shall be updated every fortnight.

Please leave me reviews or whatever to help me improve this, I want to continue writing and I would absolutely love for some feedback. I know I can improve I just need to know how. Oh! Also, I have a chapter in progress, I just felt like leaving it there because.

Thanks again and see ya in a week I hope.