Hello, SNTN here with my first ever fanfiction.
Please if you have any comments or suggestions review,
Also I fully accept criticism, but no hating.
Also, sorry for grammar errors; my computer sucks bleh.
I am really excited for this and I really hope you enjoy~
(Also only the prolog will be in Italy's pov the rest isn't)
Prologue
I don't really understand a lot of things, but this I did understand though I didn't want to believe it. The pain had hurt so bad, but now I only feel numb. I almost forgot this feeling… I haven't felt this way since WWII… Ve... that was a bad, bad time… Why can't I feel anything? Why can't I hear? It scares me… I see Germany yelling and shaking me. Germany is the only thing a can feel… Germany you are covered in blood... I wondered if he was hurt then I realised, the blood he was covered in, that blood was mine.
His face scares me. It's the same one he uses when he is really mad about me skipping training, but there is something else there too… Something I am too tired to figure it out. I don't like that look you have Germany… That is not a Germany look… I wanted so much for that expression to go away that I tried my very best to smile for Germany.
"V-Ve…G-Germany…" I tried to speak to him, but my voice was very dry and scratchy.
My attention on him faltered as I look over to my big brother Romano struggling to get away from Spain. I wonder if he was okay… probably is right? He is always doing things like that…right? I was very confused... Romano didn't look mad… He was yelling, but the look on his face made me think he was very scared. Then muffled noises of yelling, and running came towards us… It's slow and muffled. As if I was underwater….
Looking back at Germany, I wanted to ask what was happening, as soon as I saw his face my words wouldn't come out… It was scarier than his mad face... I hate this face most of all... I only saw Germany cry once… that was when Prussia- no... But Prussia is right there... he isn't hurt... Germany crying makes me so sad. I wanted to get up and hug him, but I can't move. I can't speak.
I started to panic, which leads to me trembling and shaking, making Germany hold me closer to him… I wanted to wake up from this scary dream! I want to wake up to Germany yelling at me for being late for training! Please Germany this is so scary! Wake me up! Wake up! Suddenly just as fast as my panic started it was gone and I felt…. Peaceful…
Looking up I see a really bright white light. This light is really warm, and full of so much love. It's like a nice warm plate of pasta~! Slowly I saw a figure come out of the light, as everything around me started to get dark. I felt Germany shaking me more, but my eyes were getting really sleepy. The figure walks closer, but I'm not afraid. I'm not scared at all. I haven't seen him for so long.
"G-Grandp-pa R-Rome?"
Darkness clouded my vision and the last this I remember…. The last thought that came from my head was the image of me. Only different, it is as if I was looking through a fun house mirror. Though instead of my figure changing my clothes changed... My hair, and skin is darker… then my eyes… they turned into a more reddish tint… there was all these differences, but I knew it was me. No… it wasn't me... I can't smile like that… my eyes don't hold that much hate… that much pain…. Then I blacked out…
I hope you enjoyed this prolog.
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Until next time~ Bye Bye~
