"Italy~... Feliciano...~"

"Ve~? Who is that?"Italy asked to what looked to be like a room filled with mist. Italy was creeped out by this scene and wanted to call for Germany... but! He must stay strong! For Germany and his big brother Romano!

Suddenly a figure appeared, coming out of the mist. It came closer until it was about five feet away. The figure was a small Italian that strangely resembled poor little Italy. "Ciao, Feli~! I finally get to meet you~"

Italy examined the Italian, his hair was a little darker red than Italy's, he wore a tan and black uniform, but his eyes were a strange red-violet! Italy repeated his question.

"Who am I~? I'm you of course~" He said cheerfully, but he was glaring at the small nation. "I'm your OTHER personality~ I came from within you, and I've been waiting to come out!" He smiled and gave out a big laugh.

"You... came out... of... me?"

"Exactly~ Grazie Italy~" His glare grew more intense.

"What do you want with... me?"

"Your body, your life... your blood~" The male Italian took something out of his jacket. A knife. He made a line in the air with it, then slit his hand.

"Ve! Don't do that!" Italy gasped, but all the Italian did was bring the bloodstained knife to his lips, and licked it clean. Italy felt a wetness on his own hand. He looked down at it to see... his hand stained with blood, HIS blood. "Wha-WHAT?!"

"You see~! Whenever I hurt myself, I also hurt you, like this~" The Italian then stabbed a hole into his arm.

Italy let out a shriek of pain, tears streaked down his cheeks as he fell to his knees. The Italian walked over to Italy with a smirk, "I'm escaping, and you can't stop me~" He used his boot to push Italy down. "I. Will. Always. Be. Stronger!" He kicked Italy in the face.

"GERMANY! FRATELLO!"Italy screamed under his covers, he had been dreaming. Romano startled awake and rushed over to Italy's side of the bed while Germany ran into the room.

"H-He's BLEEDING! FUCK! How did this happen?! Feliciano!"Romano yelled as he shook with horror. He then used the white sheets to put pressure on Italy's wound.

"Are you okay?! ITALIA!" Germany hurried over to the blood soaked nation.

"We have to get him to a doctor dammit!"Romano shouted. Germany picked up the injured boy and ran him out of the room.

"What happened?! No, don't speak! Italia... it's going to be okay." He looked down at Italy. He had a bad bruise on his face, a hole in his shoulder, and a sliced hand. How could this have happened while Italy was asleep?! How could Germany have let this happen to him... he was a terrible friend...

They soon got to a hospital and ran him into an emergency room. He had his wounds cleaned and patched up. Italy fell asleep during this part But the small twisted Italian had come back to him in his dreams.

When Italy saw him, he would start running for his life, even if he knew it was useless. But in the conscious world he kept reopening his wounds. "You'll never get away from me. I am you, a part of your being. I won't stop coming. And I'll take everything you love away from you~ But if you tell your friends about me I'll hurt them~" The Italian said hauntedly.

"Ah!" Italy screamed as he regained consciousness.

"Italia?! Are you okay?!" Germany asked frightfully.

'I'll take everything you love away from you~ But if you tell your friends about me I'll hurt them~' "I... I'm fine, just... a small nightmare is all~" He put on a cheerful smile.

"Good Italy, this will just be our little secret~" The Italian said to Italy in his head.

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"Why are you doing this...? Ah!"

"Your misery is my goal! I'll never have a life of my own so I'm taking yours! Now scream you stupid piece of shit!"

"I-Italia...?!"