A/N: Hello! So welcome to my Hetalia FanFic! It's basically about Snapped/Yandere/2P!Italy because he's so much fun to write like that. Don't like, don't read, rating may go up depending on how the story progresses. It's set in the future so I don't screw up history. Blah blah blah now go read and review please!
Summary: "Oh what, this? I borrowed it from Russia." In which Italy mentally cracks. Or so the Nations think, but perhaps this is his real side? Snapped!Italy.
Disclaimer: Na-uh. Zip zero. Do not own Hetalia.
Chapter 1: How It All Began
After a World Meeting…
(Germany's POV)
"Germany! Germany!" Italy called to the Nation, running up to him in the hallway.
"Ja?" Germany responded, looking at his best friend. Something seemed off about the brunette country today, there was some sort of aura that radiated from him that had never ever been there before. Something that reminded the blonde of Russia, which was strange because as far as he knew Italy hadn't ever socialized with Russia other than in the World Meetings.
"Would you like to have dinner at my place?" Italy asked.
"What?"
"Have dinner. At my place. In my house."
"Sure, but what about Roman –" Germany was cut off by the smaller Nation.
"Romano is going to be at Spain's," Italy told him, somewhat tensely, eyes narrowing.
How did I miss them being open? The German asked himself. So not to offend the Italian, he put his hands up in surrender and said, "Alright. I'll come, sorry if I upset you, Feli."
There was no usual blush from Feliciano when his human nickname was used. "Good. Bring Prussia." Was all he said as he turned around and briskly marched off the other way.
Germany just watched his friend walk away. "Das war seltsam," He muttered before heading off to his own house.
But not before running into Prussia unexpectedly. "Scheiß, Preußen!" Germany cursed papers and folders flying everywhere.
Prussia grinned wickedly at him. "Hallo West!" He cackled. "I see you got to talk to your boyfriend today!"
"He is not my boyfriend!"
"But you want him to be." The albino waggled his eyebrows.
"Mein Gott, you've been hanging out far too long with France. What are you even doing here?" Germany reprimanded, collecting his stuff from off the floor.
Prussia leaned against the wall arrogantly. "France is my friend you know. Und besides, can't the most awesome person on Earth come to a World Meeting now and then?"
"Well he can't if he's not a country anymore."
"Halt den Mund, Westen!" The other German exclaimed, his face growing red. "I'm still awesome!"
Germany, having collected his things, simply shrugged and said, "Fair enough, but the Meeting ended so you kind of missed this one."
"Geez West, since when did you become such a smartass? I know the meeting ended! Kesesese!"
"Mhm sure, Prussia, whatever you say. Let's just go home, ja?"
The two brothers walked in silence for a bit down the corridor and when they reached the door, they found it was raining outside. This was typical because the World Meeting was held in London, England this time, and everyone knows that it practically rains there most of the time. So Germany opened his umbrella and was about to walk out when he noticed that Prussia didn't seem to make a move to go outside. Rather, the albino was shooting the rain a dirty look. Germany sighed and turned to his brother. "Let me guess, you don't have an umbrella?" He guessed tiredly.
"An umbrella? Kesesese! Who do you take me for, West? I'm awesome, so I don't need some umbrella to keep me dry from the rain! Awesome people don't get wet!" Prussia declared, offended that his brother would even think that.
"Ja well, Italy invited us for dinner at his house later und I don't think it's a good idea if you were to get sick…"
Prussia huffed and opened up the door. "Watch me und weep, loser!" He said before striding outside in the rain towards his car.
Germany shook his head. It's going to be a long afternoon, he thought before going outside.
At Italy's House…
(Italy's POV)
"Fratello, Ti posso chiedere qualcosa?" North Italy asked South Italy, who was doing a word search on the couch. The World Meeting had ended two hours ago and the brothers had used the Nation Path to go home instead of the normal way. This let them get home faster so Italy had more time to prepare for Prussia and Germany's visit later on in the day.
Only, Romano didn't know they were coming over.
"What is it?" Romano acknowledged. "This better be good, jerk."
"Oh sì. I was just wondering, if, um, well…" North Italy kicked at the rug sheepishly.
"Spit it out already!"
"Am I annoying?"
The question hit the older Italian like a ton of bricks, it was so unexpected, and so he didn't say anything. Annoying? His Fratello? He could be…at times…but weren't all brothers? And why did he ask him that? Since when did North Italy care? Was it because of that potato-bastard? That thought put Romano in a sour mood and he started imagining ways to seriously injure the German, but the thoughts were interrupted when North Italy waved a hand in front of his face calling out, "Romano? Romano are you alright? Stop staring at me like that! Romano!"
Something in North Italy's tone caused South Italy to snap out of it. Did he just – he didn't – did he seriously just command me to do something? Cosa diavolo? Come to think of it, he's been acting strange lately…But for him to use that tone…"W-What?" Romano stuttered, reeling back like he had just been slapped.
"Am I annoying?" The commanding tone was gone now, replaced with the usual.
Must have just imagined it… "Yes you are, Fratello."
"Am I stupid?"
"Sometimes…"
"Am I useless?"
"Useless?" Romano thought for a moment. "In war you are."
"Am I innocent?" North Italy inquired; his eyes were open now, but they were cold and menacing.
"In-Innocent?" Romano backed up even farther from his brother. True, North Italy hardly ever got upset or mad, but when he was it was frightening. It was usually over some pasta, but there was that one time where South Italy had insulted Germany so much that North Italy had snapped at him. And his eyes had been open when that had happened, and they had looked exactly like they were now.
"Do I come across as innocent?"
"Y-yes. Why do you a-"
Suddenly Romano was cut off; the barrel of a gun was pressed to his temple and he felt his brother pull him into a headlock. "Chigi!" He yelped. "What the hell is this for, bastard?!"
"What do I come across as now, Fratello?"North Italy snarled.
"Fottuto pazzo. Now let me go! Chigi!"
"No. You're in my way, South Italy." There was a click before North Italy continued. "And I can't have that. Così ci vediamo all'inferno."
BANG!
Later In Italy's House…
(Germany's POV)
Germany walked up with Prussia to the Italy Brothers' front porch. He found it odd that Italy had invited him over on such short notice, usually it was a few days in advance. Not that he minded of course, it was just of odd behavior for the little Italian. To be quite frank, Italy had been behaving strangely all week! He opened his eyes more often, greedily taking in everything he saw; he had become a little bit more distant, never went out of his way to converse with anyone; and he had this creepy aura on him, that damn creepy aura that resembled Russia's in more ways than not. In truth it was staring to freak out Germany a little bit.
Just a little.
Prussia lifted his hand to knock on the wooden door when it was flung open by a smiling Italy. "Oh good, you're here!" the Italian exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Germany noticed how the "Ve~" was missing. Another thing that seemed odd about Italy and another thing that scared him slightly.
Just slightly.
Prussia cackled and embraced his friend. "Are you kidding?" He replied. "Who would pass up on your awesome cooking?"
North Italy pulled back from the hug and seriously said, "You'd be surprised, a lot would."
"Well screw them und their unawesome asses."
A dangerous look flicked across Italy's face, so fast Germany wasn't even sure if he had actually seen it, before it changed into a smile. "Oh don't be so mean, Prussia!" Italy playfully whacked his friend's arm.
The Prussian just laughed and walked into the house. "Mind if I go to the bathroom, Italy?" He asked.
"No, but do you remember where it is?"
"Uh-huh. The Awesome Me never forgets things!"
Germany snorted silently.
"Alright then, but make sure you wash your hands." Italy told him before turning to the other German.
Prussia rolled his eyes behind the Italian's back before catching his brother's eye and making a heart shape with his hands and pointing at Italy. Germany's glared at him causing the other to snicker and wink before rounding the corner to use the bathroom.
"So Germany," Italy started. "How are you? I haven't gotten to talk to you for a while."
Germany looked at the smaller nation before answering, "I'm fine, thank you. How are you?"
"I'm fine. Come on in! In! I've made Gnocchi for dinner, is that okay?"
"Ja, danke." Germany felt a blush rising in his face so he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
Italy seemed to not notice because he rambled on about stuff as Germany followed him through the house to the kitchen. When they passed the Living Room, something caught the blonde's attention:
A red stain on the couch.
"I-Italy?" He asked timidly, refusing to believe it was what he thought it was.
"Sì?"
"W-what is that on the couch?"
Italy looked at piece of furniture, his eyes now open and wide. "Oh, um, that's a Red Wine stain."
"How did it get on the couch?"
"Romano must've tripped and spilled. It happens someti– DON'T GO ANY CLOSER!" Italy yelled as Germany started to walk forward to investigate.
The guest stopped and turned around to see an enraged and shaking host. "Es tut mir leid, Italien." He apologized.
"Just. Don't. Go. Any. Closer." Italy trembled, some anger leaving his red face.
Just then Prussia ran in from the hallway and caught sight of the whole scene. "What the hell?" He exclaimed. "What happened here? I heard yelling - And why is there a red stain on–"
"It's nothing, Bruder," Germany interrupted him and switched to German to explain better without getting Italy more upset. "Ich habe einfach nur guttut einige Begrenzungen mit Italien, das ist alles."
"Ah." A look passed throughout Prussia's face like that explained everything. Then he smirked and asked, "Und was haben jene Grenzen, Bruder?"
Germany turned red with embarrassment and mumbled, "Ich erkläre es dir später." Then he switched to English. "Just don't go near the couch, alright?"
His brother nodded, still smirking.
By this time, Italy had calmed down and was internally grateful that Germany had told Prussia not to go near the couch. He didn't want them to know the truth yet, that would be for later after he had gotten them to agree to something. Yes, he had this all planned out and he would make sure that this would work out – or die trying. "Why don't we go off to the kitchen?" Italy proposed using a cheerful tone. "We can each have something to drink and catch up."
"Sure, sounds great," Prussia agreed, walking alongside the Italian towards the kitchen. "I haven't seen you in forever, kesesese!"
"I'm fairly certain that 'forever' doesn't mean two weeks, Prussia." Germany pointed out behind them.
"Shut up, West, don't be such a spoil-sport. That's incredibly unawesome."
"Sorry."
The evening passed by without any more fights and yelling, the dinner was good and once everything was cleared away the three started conversing with each other while having a bottle of wine. Germany still felt guilty about the couch fiasco, though. Somehow he had made Italy snap and yell at him, and that had never happened before. Come to think of it, he'd never seen Italy snap before; he was usually so easy-going and cheerful with the temper of Japan. So why had he snapped when he had gone closer to the sofa to take a look at the Red Wine? If it was just Red Wine then what was so –
Oh mein Gott, Germany realized. Is he hiding something from me? Was that blood?
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. The more it seemed to make sense, the more he grew frightened of his friend. The more frightened he grew of his friend, the more panicked he became. The more panicked he became –
Calm down Germany. Pull yourself together and don't hyperventilate. Italy doesn't like bloodshed so why would he have a bloodstain on the couch? Calm down, see how they're shooting you looks? He rationalized.
It was true; Prussia and Italy were now shooting him worried looks. "Are you okay?" They both said in unison.
"I-I'm fine," Germany responded shakily.
"Do you need a glass of water?" The brunette suggested, standing up to go and get it.
The blonde shook his head. "I think I just need some fresh air."
Italy sat back down with a worried face. "Are you sure?"
Germany stood up trying not to clutch his now throbbing forehead. "Ich bin sicher." He answered in German. Then he gave a weak smile. "Sorry."
"No don't apologize. Go get some air; it'll make you feel better."
The tall Nation went off to go do that.
Prussia just watched him go. "Ja, he gets like that sometimes. Most times it's because of remembering World War II, other times it's because he's faced with some difficult emotional baggage, und sometimes it's because he over thinks things." He shook his head. "Kesesese, it worries me."
"Should we follow him?" Italy asked.
"Nein, he'll come back in five minutes or so, 'cause he's now mastered the ability to clear his unawesome head. Besides, we have some things to talk about."
"What things?"
"It's in regards to your relationship with Germany."
Italy just looked at Prussia like he was nuts. "We're best friends, what's to tell?"
Prussia looked intently at Italy's brown eyes. I didn't know that they had some violet in them, he thought absently. "Kesesese, you're hopeless. Both of you."
Something in the Italian's eyes flickered dangerously, before being covered in a mask of indifference. "We're not completely hopeless," he responded icily.
"Geez Italy, don't take it the wrong way! I just meant that it's time one of you grew a spine und asked the other out already!"
"Che cosa?"
Prussia just grinned wickedly. "Yep! Knowing my bruder, he probably won't for a while. So why don't you hurry it up, Italy?"
"No."
"Aww c'mon!"
"No."
"Why?"
"I'm not – I'm not ready –"
"'I'm not ready' my ass! You two are perfect for each other!"
Italy grew quiet for a few seconds and stared at the table. "Do you really think so?" He asked in a whisper slowly.
Prussia threw back his head and laughed. "Kesesese! As if there wasn't anything the Awesome Me could be more sure of!"
And suddenly he felt his hand be pinned to the table by the Italian's smaller one. Said Italian's eyes were cold and hard and right up close to his. "I already told you," Italy hissed. "I said no, I'm not ready."
And then just as quick he was back in his regular position, across the table with a wine glass carelessly in hand and looking at him. What the hell was that? Prussia thought with wide eyes. "O-okay…I-I'm sorry for – for pushing the topic," he apologized in a stammer because his heart rate was pumping faster than usual.
"It is fine," Italy waved his hand dismissively. "It's in the past, sì?"
"I –I guess so…kesesese…"
They lapsed into a silence for a short time before Germany came back in. "Sorry about that," he apologized once again. When he noticed the heavy atmosphere, he asked, "What was going on?"
"Nothing," Italy and Prussia said at the same moment.
"Alright…"
"Hey Germany," Italy started.
"Ja?" Germany responded.
"We're friends, no?"
"Ja, we're friends. Why do you ask?"
"And Prussia," the Italian turned to the other German. "We're also friends, no?"
"Ja, wir sind Freunde," Prussia answered, now calmed down.
"And as friends, we'll stick by each other, right? Through thick and thin?"
"Ja." Both Germans answered simultaneously.
"No matter what?" Italy pressed.
"Through thick or thin, no matter what, we'll stick by you."
Italy smiled. "Good," he said. "I'll hold you to it."
And if you don't, you'll have hell to pay; he thought cruelly, looking at the German Brothers.
This plan was going better than expected.
Translations (I used an Internet translator, so if you see any mistakes please tell me and I'll correct it! Thanks):
(German)
Ja - Yes
Das war seltsam. - That was strange.
Scheiß, Preußen! – Shit, Prussia!
Hallo – Hello
Mein Gott – My God
Halt den Mund, Westen! – Shut up, West!
Und – And
Ja, danke – Yes, thank you.
Es tut mir leid, Italien – I'm so sorry, Italy
Bruder – Brother
Ich habe einfach nur guttut einige Begrenzungen mit Italien, das ist alles. – I just overstepped some boundaries with Italy, that's all.
Und was haben jene Grenzen, Bruder? – And what were those boundaries, Brother?
Ich erkläre es dir später. – I'll tell you later.
Ich bin sicher – I'm sure.
Nein – No
Ja, wir sind Freunde. – Yes, we are friends.
(Italian)
Fratello, TI posso chiedere qualcosa? – Brother, can I ask you something?
Sì – Yes
Fratello - Brother
Cosa diavolo? – What the hell?
Fottuto pazzo – F*****g insane.
Così ci vediamo all'inferno – So see you in Hell.
Mio dio – My god
Che cosa?! – What?!
