My entire body… is on fire... This was the last conscious thought that passed through the mind of Italy Veneziano before he blacked out… probably for good.
Italy sat in the meeting room, nodding his head back and forth while humming a tune of his own invention. The meeting went on just like any other; someone would get up to talk, then someone would disagree and retaliate with something that had nothing to do with their present situation, and Germany, always Germany, would slam his fists on the desk and yell at them to stay on track.
Sometime during this normal morning chaos, Italy stopped humming and put his hand up to his eye, rubbing it before continuing his song.
France got up to speak and said something that made England yell and then America laughed.
Italy once again used the palm of his hand to rub at his right eye. For some reason, it was aching dully, as if something had wedged itself just behind his pupil. Ignoring it, for fear of Germany yelling at him, Italy wiped the water from his eye and tried harder to pay attention.
Germany got up to speak when a loud shout came from the back of the room.
"SHIT!" America yelled, his chair falling over.
"America!" Germany yelled, clearly frustrated. "What happened?"
"It's my left arm… it just started hurting really bad all of the sudden!" America responded, pulling himself back up to his feet and rubbing his arm.
England looked up, annoyance and concern mixing on his face. "Does it still hurt?"
America pulled out his chair and sat down, still holding his arm. "No, it just stopped…"
"Well, if we're done with that distraction..." Germany rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache.
Italy stopped listening, Germany's voice droning on as background noise. His eye was beginning to burn. Italy raised his hand, interrupting Germany.
"Veh, Germany, my eye hurts!" He squeaked.
Germany sighed. "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
Italy nodded, standing up. He'd go wash his eye out in the sink and see if he had an eyelash in it or something.
He made his way out the door and started walking down the hallway. "Oops.." Italy said, still holding his eye. "I forgot where the bathroom was again." Italy continued walking down the hall, looking for the door with a bathroom sign on it.
He finally found one… but it displayed the outline of a pink figure with a dress on it.
Clutching his eye, Italy let out a nervous whine before pushing open the door. He looked around, making sure that the bathroom was empty before entering. Italy ran to the faucet and turned on the water, leaning down and splashing water into his eye, flinching every time a drop went in. He heard the door creak open and his head quickly shot up.
"Oh, miss! I'm so sorry-" He stopped mid sentence, his eyes widening in shock. "... Ch… China..?"
The asian nation staggered into the bathroom, his eyes glazed over. At the sound of Italy's voice his head shot up. Italy stifled a scream, noticing the little bit of foam that trickled out from the corner of China's mouth.
"China!" Italy yelled, almost in tears. "You- you need help! Come on, Germany will know what to do-" He reached out to grab China's sleeve, but recoiled quickly as China snapped his teeth at him. "China, what's wrong?!"
China's only response was a snarl as he lunged himself on top of Italy, his teeth snapping hungrily at Italy's throat.
Italy screamed in terror, tears now flooding down the side of the face. His chest was filled with a mix of fear, confusion, and down right terror, all of them mixed into one package.
"China!" He begged. "What are you doing! Please stop!"
This only seemed to excited him more.
Italy struggled under China, trying to get him off. He managed to roll over and slip out of his grip. He stood, China grabbing at his ankles, and made a mad dash to the bathroom door. He managed to pull it shut behind him just as China found his way back onto his feet.
Italy fell backwards, staring at the bathroom door in horror. He wiped the tears off his cheeks and found himself unable to even move. The look in China's eyes… Italy thought. Was that even him?
Summoning a strength he didn't know he had, Italy scrambled to his feet and only hesitated a moment before running back towards the meeting room. He barely noticed as his eye continued to burn.
