Oh man, oh man. This is something old...I had this idea ages ago and actually put it to paper, or rather Word, in January...or was it December last year...? Either way, this is old. D; (6-ish months is old to me...)

I originally posted this on dA (deviantART), the prologue that is, and had intented to write more...but there were a lot of complications. I was lazy, had exams to study for and my computer wiped. Yeah, the latter pee'd me off big time...and I lost all hope. (But hey, my computer was upgraded to Windows 7...)

I was inactive on dA for a longgg time, and totally forgot about the fic. My friend kept reminding me about it, and saying that people were waiting for me to continue it (including herself). She full-on threatened me! ;A; I did think about abandoning it at one point, but my friends' serious threats and the positive comments I received have made me think otherwise.

I read over it again, and I liked it (surprisingly)! So, yes. I'll do this! 8D

However, I'm in the middle of exams at the moment, so I'll update when they're done. That'll be on the 22nd June (2 days before my birthday)! J-Just throwing it out there... _

ANYWAY, sorry for boring you (if you're actually reading this)!

PSYCHO!ITALY FTW!

Feliciano Vargas. Most commonly known as Italy Veneziano, the representative of Northern Italy. He was a carefree young man, your average pasta-and-girl loving Italian. The nation was a completely useless ally who would always get beaten up by Britain and France, forcing Germany to get involved and bail him out. All he was really good for was chatting up pretty women and mass producing white flags.

That was the general image Feliciano gave to every nation. They saw him as no threat to their country, and yet no help at the same time. But even so, he wasn't hated. Ludwig's first friend was the foolish Italian. Kiku admired Feliciano's love of art and his country's rich history. Feliciano still ran to 'big brother' Francis when he needed help, and the Frenchman would gladly give him advice. In fact, he had good relations with almost every country out there. But would it stay that way?

Lately, Feliciano had been thinking about a subject other than pasta and girls. He had wondered why none of the other nations hated him. Why didn't they curse at him, or ever say that they hated him? The Italian knew full well that he was a bumbling coward that could do nothing right apart from wave a white flag. Surely, someone wanted to tell him what for? There had to be someone that hated the fact that he did nothing, but his country still prospered?

I'm not looking for trouble or anything...but there must be someone! Everyone else has their enemies, someone who hates them...but wait. Why do I want an enemy...?

Feliciano lay in his bed, confused. His brows furrowed in thought. He didn't understand his thoughts. He was searching for an enemy. Countries normally search for friends.

"Ah, I don't know! This thinking is giving me a headache...oh, sorry fratello..." Feliciano rolled to his left side to see an empty space beside him. That empty space was usually occupied by his older brother Lovino, Italy Romano or Southern Italy. Lovino had been so sick and tired of Feliciano still being close to Ludwig, whom the dark-haired Italian despised, that he began sleeping on the sofa downstairs.

Feliciano frowned. "What is his problem?" The Italian ran his hands through is hair in frustration. His brother had always yelled at Feliciano for babbling on when he was trying to sleep. Most of the time the younger sibling would talk about Ludwig. And Lovino always struck at his younger brother when he mentioned the German's name.

The aurburn-haired male immediately sat up straight. "That's it! He hates me! Fratello hates me because I'm friends with Ludwig. And Lovino despises Ludwig..." The Italian's face suddenly morphed from a cheesy grin into a heinous scowl.

"Sleep tight, Lovino. You'll have a wonderful morning tomorrow..."

A/N: This is set in near enough modern times.

Damn. I didn't think it was this short. But oh well, it is only a prologue~! :')

I hope you liked it and will stick around for the horror-fest! :P

Oh, and I'm also planning another fic~! ;)

Translations;

Fratello - Italian for 'brother'