3rd Person P.O.V.
"ITALY!"
At the single yell of complete and utter fury, the entire meeting room faded into a knowing silence. Almost instantly, as if on cue, the doors leading into the hall slammed open with a mighty heave and an irritated blonde stormed in, dragging a less-than-willing brunette behind him.
"This is the last time, do you hear me?! The last time!" Germany snarled, his blue eyes as sharp as a summer thunderstorm that was ready to blow.
"Ve, Germany! Please don't be angry with me! I swear if I had known it would upset you this much I wouldn't have dared to draw all over your new car-"
"Who wouldn't get upset at having their car drawn on, new or not?!"
Indeed, the sight of Germany lecturing Italy at the beginning of a meeting was so common that majority of nations tended to ignore it. However, it was such a rare sight to see the blonde nation completely lose his cool to the point of physically man-handling his Italian companion that the others couldn't help but stare- whether out of concern or purely entertainment, it was hard to say.
"Yo, Germany dude! What's got your shit in a twist this fine-ass morning?" America called, grinning over the lid of a chocolate shake he had bought earlier that morning.
"Nothing that concerns the rest of you," Germany growled in irritation, firmly pushing the brunette into a seat before taking the one next to him. "If you do not mind I would prefer it if personal matters are left until the end of our meeting."
"If you hadn't noticed, our personal matters are our business," China grumpily stated, slouching over the table top as he lazily traced pictures on the wood. "We're countries after all, everything is personal."
"I would like things to become even more personal-"
"Shut up, you cheesy monkey!"
And, just like it did with every meeting, the hall erupted into a chorus of shouts, laughter and curses.
Germany merely released a pent up breath and crossed his arms, watching stiffly from his seat at the head of the table as the rest of the world went about its business. As far as he was aware, there had never once been a time in which the others had managed to act professional while in the company of each other. They were rowdy, they were incomprehensible-
"Ve, Germany, can we just skip and go get some pasta?"
They were countries.
"Nein, you have a job to do here just as I do," the blonde replied barely a beat later, the words a constant repeat to the young Italian who had heard them numerous times before.
"Well, this job is boring!" Italy pouted, his sour expression only lasting a few seconds before his cheerful smile once again arose. "Hey, how about I go and get us some drinks? No-one will even notice that I'm gone!"
"I said nein!"
"Not even a nice, refreshing beer?" Italy suggested, waggling his eyebrows as his ally paused at his words.
Indeed, meetings always did make Germany rather… thirsty… And he would be lying if he said that the prospect of a golden beer moistening his lips didn't have every one of his manners leaping out the open doorway that was his mind. Italy's smile merely grew as he clambered lightly onto his feet, rocking back on his heels as he offered Germany a quick goodbye before he disappeared out the double doors.
Indeed, it was hard to go against their own natures.
Little did they know, it would soon get them all into trouble.
Italy P.O.V.
No matter what anyone said, I was not lost.
In fact, I would have gone as far as saying that I knew every inch of America's meeting hall due to how often I went wandering to escape the constant arguments. Due to this, the very idea of me becoming lost in its simplistic, clean-cut halls was so laughable one might have wet their own pants.
"I came from this way though…" I mumbled disheartedly, chewing on my lower lip as I stared through the open doorway. The room in which I had thought I had come from was completely bare- the large circular table hosting dozens of empty chairs didn't look as if it had been occupied any time recently.
With a backwards glance towards the number on the door, I puffed out my cheeks in confusion. It was definitely numbered with the exact same digits that had belonged to America's main conference room yet, despite all evidence pointing to it, there was no-one inside.
"Ve… I don't like this…" I murmured, feeling a strange chill race down my spine as I continued to stare into the bare room. I stared and stared until my eyes began to go blurry and I had to rub at them to clear them.
But, as soon as I closed my eyes to do so, an awful feeling hit my guts.
It was like something awful was tracing every inch of my skin followed by hundreds upon hundreds of tiny spiders marching across my body. My system was suddenly leeched of all heat and my eyes snapped open in fear, staring into the room that no longer felt as empty as it looked.
"Ve… I'm scared…" I whimpered, backing away from the door despite the protesting of my brain. The shadows cast by the furniture inside began to grow and twist, eerily crawling across the floor and engulfing whatever light it could.
Despite the fear pumping through my veins, the shock of what I was seeing had turned my legs to lead, leaving me unable to flee. The shadows merely continued to grow and consume to the point that the entire floor of the meeting room was just one big, black inky mess. Shapes rose from that blackness and took on the form of featureless spectres, each one taking up one of the empty seats around the room.
Only one of the spectres moved amongst all of them- a thin, short form that wafted across the room with an eerie kind of grace that captured my attention. It was far too late by that point for me to realise exactly what the shape had been heading towards.
Me.
With a gargled scream of fear, I tripped over my own legs, falling backwards onto the floor as the inky black shadow came closer and closer. Within seconds it was upon me, the shadow passing straight through my body and making my insides burn with the cold.
"…Well, well… just who are you?"
The voice was cold and cruel and slipped from the shadowed creature like poison. It leant down over my trembling, frozen form, coming closer and closer until its face was barely a centimetre away from my own.
"…Help… Germany…!" I stuttered, throwing my hands over my face as I waited for some kind of blow to come. I trembled and refused to move ages after I realised that no blow was going to come for fear of just what I might see. It was only when a hand snapped out to grab one of my wrists in an unbearably tight hold that my hands fell away from my face and I saw…
Me?
The fear instantly drained away only to be replaced by an uncanny sense of confusion. I blinked in surprise and watched as the thing in front of me did the same, a perplexed look coming over his face.
"Who are you?" I asked, my eyes tracing the differences between us that made me realise he was not just my reflection. His hair was too dark and his skin was several shades darker than my own. My suit, which was a pretty shade of blue, was replaced on him by an old military costume that was both a deep tan colour and came with a feathered hat. But, in forgetting all of that, his eyes were the brightest of violets- an aggressive colour that made more than a little discomfort fill me at seeing it emitted from a face so similar to my own.
"I'm Italy," the guy growled, dropping into a crouch so that he could scowl at me, eye-to-eye. "Who the hell are you?"
Daybreak: Hey all! Welcome to my story This is just the prologue so expect the next chapter to come soonish once I finish it! I have always wanted to write a hetalia fanfic with all of the 2p nations and, though it pains me to admit, I have always loved the pairings that can come out of it ;) Anyway, please fave, follow and review if you like the story!