A/N : warning this fanfic will contain gore, violence, swearing, character death, and Oc's eventually. If you at anytime think the rating should go up please just let me know. Enjoy!
"I cannot believe you"
She tucked a piece of wavy brown hair behind her ear as mother yelled at her for forgetting to turn the oven off again. She droned on and on about the house burning down and the electricity bill shoot up. The main focus was defiantly the later so the danger could not have been two bad.
"Don't be too hard on the girl", your father came into the kitchen and kissed mother on the cheek. Bella made an ew face and stuffed more burnt pancakes into her mouth. As an Italian one would think she would be a decent cook, sadly not the case. "She gets it from you".
Her cheeks turned red. "She needs to stop fooling around and learn some responsibility instead of sitting around and stuffing her face all day".
The girl slowly lowered the fork and her parents brown eyes flickered to her. A chunk of pancake fell from her mouth onto the plate. Yeah, she sure was the model of responsibility.
"She can come to work with me", Father said.
"She'll probably trip the president or set the building on fire", mother sighed. "Are you sure that's a good idea."
"What could go wrong", he smiled. "Isn't that right Bell"?
And that's how five years ago the girl ended up in the capital building lobby coloring while father, the vice president, was in a meeting with the head of the country. she was not exactly the kind of daughter one wants to bring into the meeting room. Sure she smiles at the cameras and pretends to actually know how the government system works. Any other fool could memorize a few note cards their father gives them, but it has not been very long since the last election.
So there Bella was, a sixteen year old girl, coloring as some young man slept in the other chair. He wore a blue uniform and his brown hair had a strange curl to the left. She was tempted to pull it out but something deep within her soul said that would be a bad idea.
"Your phone is ringing", Bella tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ve-", his brown eyes flickered open and met yours. "Hello Bella".
"Phone", she pointed to his pocket. The man answered his phone.
"I was taking a siesta", he cheerfully said. Then his expression turned scared. "Gaaah don't be mad! Germany I'm sorry Germany!" The person must have hung up for he shoved the phone back in his pocket. He turned to the brown haired girl still coloring. "Ve- what are you doing"?
"Coloring a cat", she lifted up the book. Next thing she knew, the man and her were on the floor coloring in a dog. the girl found it difficult to stay in the lines. Not because she was dumb, but rather she did not like being told what to do. She could not be sure the same could be saidof the man. He was currently making the animal's ear purple.
"I'm Italy", the man said with a smile. She just noticed that after the phone call his eyes remained closed. This brought up the thought of how he could see.
Bella looked up with wide eyes. So this was Mr. Italy, she hasonly seen him from afar and listened to father complain about him. How stupid to not have realized who he was sooner. Everyone knows that the personification of the country exists, but the countries act just like regular people and don't seem to acknowledge their immortal title.
"Ve", his eye brows crinkled. "Is something wrong Bella"?
she broke out into a grin, "Nope! I'm Bell!"
Someone shouted Italy's name and her wonderful father came running down the stair. He stopped and did a double take on at the sight of his daughter and the country. By his look it was VERY hard to tell if he was proud, shocked or disappointed. Let's just say it was the first one.
"Mr. Italy", he straightened his tie. "The president has been waiting for you in his office for over an hour".
"I was taking a siesta", Italy stood up and checked his watch. "And it's almost time to take another one." The countries stomach rumbled. "But first we need to get some PASTA".
He took the teenagers hand, "come on Bella! We have to go find pasta".
She waved bye to her "proud" father as she was dragged from the capital building.
And that is how Bella met Italy.
Over the years her father continued to bring her to the capital building. Almost every day she saw Italy (with the exception of world meeting days) and after a few months he showed up at her home for dinner. Of course the girl may have mentioned it being pasta night. After that night he often visited for dinner when he was in the city. The two became friends and for her nineteenth birthday he took Bella to Germany to meet the rest of the former Axis powers. The other countries already knew the girl's name from Italy going on and on about his Bella and her mother's amazing pasta.
Over the years she got to know and love Italy, though he remained completely oblivious. The Italian also realized something was wrong with him. With no warning he would shut down and cancel any plans. He would lose his cheery demeanor and become serious. The first time happened the day of the country's celebration for the day it formed, or Italy's birthday. Bella gave him a fancy silver hand mirror she found in a pawn shop. Something unexplainable drew her to it. After staring at it for a minute he told the girl to go home and did not leave his house for two days.
When the third day came he was back to his normal self.
Now the real story begins two years after that day with the girl sitting at her vanity while mother brushed her hair. She tied it back with a green ribbon and sighed. "You've grown up so much".
"Mom do not get all mushy on me", Bella groaned and stood up. she wore a long purple dress that singed at the waist. Purple happened to be her favorite colour, which would explain why everything in the room was some shade of the colour.
"You're right", she frowned. "With our luck you will set his house on fire and end up in prison."
"Not cool", the brunette grabbed a jacket off the bed and walked down the hall with her mother trailing behind. "That only like happened once".
"And once is one time to many", She held the door open as her daughter exited the house. A car was parked in the driveway with the driver leaning against the side. The moment he saw the girl, he straightened and opened the back door.
She waved to her mother as the car back out and made its way to the Italian's mansion. The gates were already opened for the car as it pulled up to the three story house. Not even his Bella had seen every room in the mansion.
Italy opened the door with a smile. There were bags under his eyes and his usually neat hair was sticking up. "Hello Bella you look beautiful".
Her cheeks burned as she allowed him to kiss her hand. Not that the girl minded at all though usually it was a hug not a kiss. "Happy birthday".
"It's only happy because you are here", he leaned down to kiss her but was pushed away.
"Italy are you okay", she stared up into his opened eyes. How rare it was to see them opened except for when he woke up from a nap.
"Of course Bella", he grabbed her hand and lead her through the main part of the house. The smell of pasta filled the air as the two entered the dining room. Romano, Spain, Japan and Germany were seated at the table. Italy took the head of the table with his Bella on the left and his brother to his right next to Spain. Japan was seated next to the girl and Germany took the end. Servants brought in plates of pasta for each guest.
Italy was the only one who did not eat a single bite of pasta while it took seconds for Bella to inhale hers. The girl was not the only one to notice, Germany stared at the other with narrowed eyes. The whole meal neither country broke the staring war.
"Italy ", Japan finally broke the silence. "Are you feeling okay"?
"Never better", Italy laughed.
"You haven't touched your pasta", Germany stood up and reached for his hand gun. "Or said a single ve".
"Germany what are you doing", Japan asked.
"That's not Italy", he pointed the gun.
Bella and the other countries stared at the Italian. He calmly toyed with a knife. Then there was a bang as Romano grabbed Spain by the shirt and slammed his head into the table. The Spaniard crumbled to the ground.
This distracted Germany long enough for Italy to throw the knife into Germany's shoulder. The nations arm went limp and the gun dropped. Japan, once he broke out of his shock began to reveal his katana, that is, before Romano took out a pistol and aimed it at the only human in the room.
"Make another move", Romano smirked. The remaining two nations froze. "And she'll never move again".
Italy picked up a knife and circled around the table. The tip of the knife dragged along the back of the chairs. When he reached the German he plunged the knife into his other shoulder. Bella's brown eyes widened as she watched the scene unfold. Romano shot Japan in the leg as Italy pushed Germany down.
"What the hell is wrong with you", she shouted.
"Just having a little off day Bella", Italy chuckled as his best friend struggled beneath him. He yanked one of the knives out and hovered over the Germans heart. "Nothing to worry about"
The knife shot down and the German screamed the manliest of screams. Italy then stabbed him in the neck. Blood gushed from the wound and Germany made a gurgling noise before going still. Italy stood up and faced his Bella, who grabbed the nearest butter knife and clutched it close.
"Don't be that way Bell", he held out his arms as if he expected her to run into them.
Well she did run but it was the other way.
People ignored the girl running for her life. The crowd parted like the red sea as she frantically searched for some place to hide. she needed to get out of Italy and tell the other nations Germany is dead.
Dead
How could a nation possibly die? It made no freaking sense. As far as anyone knew they only disappeared if all their people die or the country changes in a big way. But never from a knife wound.
Puzzle number two was why Italy killed Germany. Her sweet innocent Italy could never commit murder. God her brain hurt from thinking too much.
France sat across from the panting girl with a frown and England was on the floor with magic books scattered around. They sure were surprised to see Bella and even more when she told them of Italy's betrayal. They were the only two countries she could think of that would somewhat recognize her and be willing to help. Thank goodness she did not end up lost and accidently cross Switzerland's border.
"Bloody hell", England sighed. "I think this is it".
He placed a red book onto the coffee table. The text consisted of a language you did not recognize and pictures of a hand mirror and two slightly different dolls. They looked to be a type of voodoo dolls. "There are second versions of us trapped within our subconscious. When in a time of pain or danger they take over as a kind of defense. That's how even the weakest of nations can handle war. But once the moment is over a barrier seals them from taking over the mind. The change is so quick that many of us do not even feel their presence."
The blonde pointed to the mirror, "this mirror breaks the seal when the user looks at it. Then the two personalities are at a constant fight for control. Two dolls must be made, one for each personality for the souls to split and take form, but you must also have the mirror".
"Where would Italy have found such a mirror", France asked. The girl fidgeted in her seat causing both nations to stare her down. "
"What the bloody hell did you do", England glared.
A pounding on the door interrupted your answer. England left the room and you could hear him yelling. Then the sound of a gun shot and a scream.
"Bella", Italy called. He walked into the room with a gun dangling from his finger. Blood was splattered on his uniform and dripped from his sleeve.
"Italy what have you done", France stepped in front of the girl.
Italy chuckled and raised his gun up. "All I want is the girl. Move out of the way or you will be joining Germany and England".
France glanced back at Bella with fear. She pleaded him with her eyes to stay strong, but he stepped away anyways. The girl thought of a million curses for the coward. Then again it was her life or his country. Anyone would have done the same.
"Coward", Italy pushed down on the trigger. France collapsed holding his chest. Italy walked over to him and pushed the nation down with his foot. The gun went off again and the bullet ripped into his shoulder.
"What the hell you bastard", she tried to push him off but sadly lacked the upper body strength to do so. "Leave him alone".
Italy turned and tilted your chin up. "Only if you come with me willingly".
"Fuck off", she hissed. Without even looking he shot France again and again till she could not handle it anymore. "Stop it. Fine I'll go with you".
"That's all I wanted", he smirked. Next thing the girl knew the barrel of the gun slammed into her head and the world exploded into darkness.
Though later she could have sworn before hitting the ground there had been one last gun shot.