It was a normal day for Germany and Italy. The German nation worked, read, and did things such as that, aside Italy talking to him, and the Italian just went along with his bubbly self, making pasta and taking siestas in the meantime. It was after dinner when Italy decided that they were going to watch a movie no matter what.

"Ve~ What movie do you wanna watch, Germany?" Italy asked his friend. For some reason, a tiny part of him was hoping he wouldn't say the stash of hidden DVD's in his closet, but he doubted he would.

"It really doesn't matter to me, Italy. Choose what you want and I get some popcorn" he replied. As this was spoken, Italy glanced out the window to see that it was pouring rain, then got an idea. One that might scar him, sure, but at least he'd have Germany.

"What about Insidious? Sure, it is a foreign movie from America, but they second one is coming out in September and looks interesting, but I've never seen the first. Ve~"

"Ja, Italia, if that's what you want. But if you have nightmares, it's your fault..." And that was true. He knew that Italy would at first be scared, then utterly terrified, then it finally all came down to being full-out paranoid.

"Yay! Thank you Doitsu! I'll turn it on now, ve~" Italy practically squealed, jumping onto the couch and grabbing the remote." About five minutes later, they were seated in the darkened room, popcorn and drinks beside them. As the movie started, Italy was already wide-eyed as the beginning credits began to play. Germany could already tell that both Italy and himself were about to have sleepless nights together, for obvious and different reasons. Going through the names of the actors, they sat patiently, but when they got to Ty Simpkins' name, Germany felt a very sudden cold drift come into the house, which left him wondering. Until the two of them heard one of The upstairs doors slam shut, then creaking as though someone was walking on the floor above them.

"D-Doitsu? W-What was t-that?" Italy stuttered as he randomly began shivering. Then he got the sudden feeling that both him and his friend were being watched.

"I don't know, Italia. Let me go check it out." Germany just wanted to show his friend that there was nothing upstairs.

"DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEE!" Italy screeched and began to get up from the couch, but his vision was quickly engulfed by darkness."G-Germany?"

"I'm over here Italy, but don't come over. Just, stay there until I'm done checking the upstairs, I don't want you to trip over something and get hurt. Okay?" Germany replied.

"O-Okay, just don't hurt yourself as well, I'll be here." Italy said in a hushed tone, but there was no reply.

"He probably went upstairs already..." the Italian spoke aloud to himself. A few moments later, he heard footsteps coming closer to him, figuring that the German was back already.

"So what was it Germany?"

"..."

"Uhh, Germany?"

"..."

"G-Germany..?"

"..."

"LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT, THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Just then the figure stops about five feet from Italy, who is slowly getting up from the couch. As Italy stands, he hears the sound of heavy boots and the muffled shout of 'Hallo?' It was no mistake that that voice belonged to Germany. 'Then if Germany was upstairs then who is in front of me?' the Italian thought to himself. He then escaped his train of thought and attempted to stare at the figure through the darkness. Fear overcame the weakling as the mysterious figure stepped forward towards him. With legs of jelly and an overriding amount of unwanted thoughts of what might become of him, he couldn't move. Just then, the figure lunged him or herself at Italy easily. The mystery person seemed really small, but had a inhumane strength of some sort.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME..!?" Italy sobbed out as a sharp and cold pain began to bloom in his right thigh. When he quickly inspected the wound, it seemed that the person had a knife. As he got up, he was knocked down again against the knife, then was quickly surrounded by whatever darkness was left around him, letting out his last muffled scream.

As he made his way around to room after room on the second floor, Germany found nothing, did here a shout from downstairs, hearing Italy use his real name. He chuckled at what he said, then went to quickly check the attic in case. Finding nothing, he took a final peek in every room, only to be surprised by a sudden scream from downstairs.

"He's just paranoid, so no need to worry. He shouldn't watch these movies anymore..." Germany said to himself, making his way down the stairs to go back to Italy. Finding that he was no longer on the couch, he began to check the other rooms.

" Where the hell is he? I've checked every room but the basement, but both Italy and I wouldn't go down there because of Prussia. Mein Gott, how can he disappear so easily?" The German began to grow worried. But those thoughts were ended as he felt a hard blow to the head. After recovering and struggling to get up, another blow was delivered to his stomach. This time failing to get up, the attacker gave the final and hardest hit to the center of the German's forehead, knocking him out cold. The mysterious attacker sat on the couch with his head in hands just as another figure appeared and chuckled as he threw both Italy and Germany onto the floor.

"That was far too easy for such a powerful country. And then there's HIM." he said to himself, pointing at Germany, then to Italy.

"This is going to be perfect."