The only thing I can say about this, is that I have no idea where this piece of crack came from, and I love it.

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I blame Pewdiepie.

Enjoy~!

"Alright then. So you said she headed off this way?"

"Si. I tried to go after her, but America said these woods were bad."

"I heard that too, but knowing America it's a complete load of shit."

The darkness spread all around them. It was everywhere. The trees stood tall around them and almost dared Italy to even think of escaping. Fear pulsed through his entire being. If only he had kept the door locked, then maybe Pookie wouldn't have excaped into the woods. As he walked through the forest with Germany, Italy couldn't help but remember America's words. Something about a curse and a tall, thin, man? Could that be true?

There was a sound nearby and Italy jumped. His arms tighted their grip around Germany's arm. The light on his flash light was shaking terribly as he body trembled. Germany sighed and looked at the trembling mass of Italian.

"It's not that scary out here, Italy. Er..just follow the advice from that show Alfred made that you love so much."

"Ve? Which one?"

"That one with the unicorn I hate so much."

"Oh! My Little Pony! Ve, her name is Trixie, Germany."

"Ja, whatever. Just start laughing. It saved you before remember?"

Now that Italy remembered, Germany was right. Laughing and smiling in the face of danger had saved him before. When the Pictonians tried to make the world boring and white, Italy had been forced to show joy even when he was terrified. Somehow he did it, and he managed to send them all away.

Italy thought about his cute little kitty and the adventures she was probably having right now in these very woods. He tried to imagine everything as if he was Pookie. What would she find interesting? What would make her meow happily? As he looked around now, the forest didn't seem that scary anymore. The two continued deeper into the forest together searching for Pookie. Italy called for her, but the cat could not be found.

"This is getting us no where. I'll keep going this way, und you go that way. If you get scared or lost, keep still und shout for me."

With that, he left him. Italy watched Germany disappear into the darkness and soon he was alone. He swallowed and took in a deep breath. He could do this! He didn't always need to depend on Germany! He was a nation too and he could find his own cat! With newfound determination, Italy started to walk in the direction Germany had pointed him in.

He called for Pookie but like before, the cat was not found. The leaves on the trees shook and the sound scared Italy. A sudden feeling of paranoia spread through him. Was someone watching him or was he just imagining it? Italy couldn't stop thinking about what America had told them when Pookie had first disappeared into the forest.

"That forest is cursed. Inside there is a being who kills all that enters!"

Germany hadn't been fazed and brushed it to the side, but Italy actually wondered if it was true. How could a person just roam a forest? Wouldn't they be lonely? Humans needed other humans in order to maintain their sanity and keep living. But maybe he had lost all of his sanity? Maybe he was insane and he just killed people because he didn't have any friends.

Terror swept through him and Italy stopped calling for Pookie. He wanted to leave this forest has fast as he possibly could. It was so dark and creepy in here. Why did they come out here at night? Couldn't they have waited until daylight? Italy shook his head and continued walking through the undergrowth. They couldn't wait. Pookie could be far away from here by morning. There was a chance she was still out here. Perhaps sleeping under an old tree root?

There was the snap of a twig from behind him.

Italy's mouth went dry and his body's trembling only got worse. Germany had gone the other way and it appeared like this forest was completely free of animals for some strange reason. What or who else could be standing behind him at that very moment? Did he dare turn around? What if it was Germany and he had found Pookie? But wouldn't he have said something?

Italy turned around.

The figure before him was lit up by his flash light. He was frozen with absolute terror as he looked at the person in front of him. This was not Germany. The mental image of this man imprinted on his brain like a hot iron. It was never leaving his memory. The flash light fell from his hands and onto the ground. His throat was closing up in fear.

"G-G-G-"

The figure moved forward an inch.

"Ger-Ger-Ger-"

The figure started to lift its long arms.

"GERMANY!"

Italy screamed as loud as was possible. All the air in his lungs was pushed out as he screamed. He turned around quickly and bolted the other direction, leaving the flashlight behind. His lungs buried like fire as he tore through the trees. Every now and again, he would let out an ear piercing scream for Germany. Was the figure following him? He was far too terrified to turn around and find out. As Italy continued to run, the bitter memory of training came into his head. This was the purpose it served him. If only he had actually trained!

With his lungs buring terribly, and fear pulsing through every fiber of his body, Italy forced himself to looked over his shoulder. Back towards where he had seen that thing. The only thing behind him was the trampled plants that he had ran over and darkness. The figure hadn't followed him after all. Italy looked forwards again and halted himself. Standing in front of him a couple of feet away was the figure. Italy turned on his heels and bolted the other way.

"GERMANY! GERMANY HELP ME! I'M NOT KIDDING AROUND THIS IS SERIOUS PLEASE HELP ME!"

He continued running and screaming, not even caring that the figure could probably find him thanks to his cries of terror. Italy ran blindly through the forest. He had no idea where he was going, or which way was which. All he knew was that he had to leave this forest as soon as he could. Italy looked over his shoulder and saw him standing there watching. How did he move so fast?

Italy turned around again and collided painfully with a low hanging branch. Blood flew out of his nose and his bottom lip which he had somehow managed to bite open. Italy fell backwards and onto the hard ground. His head was dizzy and he couldn't keep this thoughts together. What was this strange feeling that was overwhelming him? It felt like someone was messing with his head and turning it off. Slowly, Italy began to slip into unconsciousness.

The last thing he saw was a tall, pale, faceless man in a black suit standing over him.