Author Notes- Hello, this is something that I don't think that anyone else has done. In this fanfiction Italy's still a country this just refers to all the religion Italy has. If anyone else has written anything like this please let me know! I'd love to read something like that.

-Chapter 1-

+Germany's point of view+

The world meeting was being held in England, this is normal and everyone had been carrying things through the meeting as normal. This time America had decided to annoy everyone by ranting that it's not fair that they always have to go to England, and that the meetings from now on should be held in America. And because of how America is this turned into something big with many countries fighting over it saying that the world meetings should be held in their countries or siding with someone on where the world meeting should be.

Germany once again had to take charge of the meeting to keep things together, he decided that what they would do is draw a name out of a hat and whichever country was drawn would be where the next world meeting would be held. No matter what, even if they didn't want to. Germany closed his eyes at the end of the table so that the American wouldn't have any complaints. Germany looked at the scrap piece of paper he had drawn "North Italy." Germany looked at his friend who jumped when his was called "Wait what? I'm going to have to prepare everything for the meeting? Vee~" Italy's eyes were still closed but still looked slightly panicked, which Germany found strange of his carefree friend. Germany sighed "If you want I can help you get things together after the meeting. But right since that matter is finally over with we need to get back to the discussions we came here for.".

Though everyone else continued everyone else continued as they normally would Italy and Romano both turned very quite and Greece kept exchanging worried glances with the twins.

When the world meeting ended Germany went to Italy who was still in his chair even though almost everyone else was gone. Romano and Greece had left together only telling Germany that they were going out to get a coffee and to take care of Italy. Which was very odd of Romano since he never seems to trust him. Germany walked over to Italy slowly sensing that something was wrong with his italian friend "Italy, the meeting ended twenty minutes ago." Italy turned his head to Germany. "Oh really? I didn't even notice. Vee~" Italy said in his usual happy-go-lucky voice.

Germany sighed, "So how can I help? Since you obviously are so deep in thought that you wouldn't notice something like that." Italy smiled warmly at Germany the way he normally would. "It's nothing Germany! You don't have to worry about a thing!" Germany stared at Italy worried for his friend "Well don't hesitate to tell me if you need any help." Italy nodded and gingerly sat up acting just as he normally would "So how does pasta for dinner tonight sound?" Germany raised an eyebrow "Don't you have to get things ready for the next meeting?" Italy sounding carefree said "But it's not until next week! And it's not actually that much work right? All I have to do is have a place reserved for the world meeting in my country, so long as I can do that everything should go smoothly. Vee~" Germany scratched his head "I suppose your right. But you seemed so disturbed by it I thought..." Italy grabbed Germany's arm "Let's go! When no ones around this place is really creepy! Vee~"

*Time skip*

And just like that Germany dropped the conversation and continued life as normal as he could, though the whole scene kept replaying in his head as though he was trying to decode something. Prussia of course noticed that his brother was acting strange and called it unawesome. Italy left Germany's home three days before the world meeting to prepare things, leaving Germany with his brother.

*Time skip to world meeting*

Germany sighed he had made it to the world meeting and all the nations had shown up, they were in a room that fit them all and had a much more rich and historic vibe to it. The room had windows unlike the one in England, everything about it seemed so much better. Germany sat down in the large table with such detail and looked at Italy expecting a proud smile, only to be shocked with a very fidgety and nervous Italy. Germany guessed it was because all these nations like England were right in his own country and after years of them attacking him he naturally felt uncomfortable about the whole situation.

Besides how Italy was acting the meeting went well, many people admired how beautiful the country was. Italy's phone started to to ring which made him jump from surprise. Italy left the meeting which was ending and stood in the hall, Germany strained to hear what was going on until he heard Italy's voice yell "There's no way! There has to be at least one still working!" there was no vee at the end of Italy's words. Though his sing song voice was still there he sounded like he might have panic attack at any moment.

Germany ran out his seat to aid Italy to see he was now on the floor his cell phone had fallen from his now limp hand. Germany shook Italy hoping to get some kind of reaction from his friend that wasn't smiling and more. America who had also ran out picked up the cellphone, the voice was yelling " ?! ?! Feliciano are you all right?!" America looked at Italy worried when he spoke "He stepped out for a second, now could you tell me what the big deal is?" America said trying to sound calm. The man at the end of said with a worried voice "Well unfortunately our airlines are having fuel issues so sending all of the people that attended the world meeting back to their countries is not going to happen. We should be able to fly them back tomorrow, since it's such late notice and Feliciano was in charge of this world meeting they're supposed to stay at his house." America sighed "Kay thanks, I'll let the others know."

Many of the other countries had flocked to Italy who Germany was still trying to get the attention of desperately. Romano parted the crowd with saying anything and looked at Germany "I knew something like this would happen." He sighed and looked at the large crowd of nations "Everyone your attention please! We've had some issues with our airlines and your trip back home has been delayed. Don't worry, everything should be fine tomorrow. All the men will be staying at me and Feliciano's home, all the women will be staying at Antonio's. Everyone got that?" everyone nodded and agreed all being silenced to hear Italy when his sing song voice once again rang "So it will be like a giant slumber party. Vee~"

Romano looked at his brother sympathetically "Yes, a giant slumber party." Romano said as he helped his brother stand up. Germany had a relieved face, as well as everyone else. Italy looked at all the others that were now just standing there looking at him "What's wrong? Vee?~" America nervously chuckled "Nothing. Come On guys lets explore this place!" America's heroic voice boomed as he looked at the other nations, they all silently agreed to allow America to lead in order to keep things from getting awkward.

Soon Romano was with the large group of nations that decided that they would explore, Spain was taking the women to his home where they would stay and would have to pack and sleep with other guys at Italy and Romano's place. Leaving Germany with Italy, Italy looked at Germany "Aren't you going to explore with the others? Vee?~" Germany shook his head "No, I'd rather help you get your house ready for so many guests. God know you'll need it." the truth was that Germany was far too concerned for Italy to let him be alone.

Italy smiled as they walked to his home, the sun's beams shined brightly off of his hair. Germany was so worried for Italy that he didn't talk on the walk only when they almost passed Italy's home that Italy was also distracted thinking about something, which only served to make Germany more worried for his usually carefree friend.

For the next few hours was trying to figure out how many people should be in one area and who would be wise to be sleeping in the same room, and then finding blankets and sleeping bags and whatever else would work for sleeping conditions. Meanwhile Italy was preparing a meal that could feed everyone. Germany never could catch what it was but it sounded like Italy was mumbling something to himself and it wasn't any song he was aware of. It sounded more like one of England's spells.

Soon everyone got back and Italy served a lot of pasta, lasagna and at least five pizzas. Though America ate two of them. Everyone drank and laughed and talked, things were going much better than anyone thought they would have. France and England didn't even fight once during the dinner. Everyone had a great time, the only conflict was when America brought up the beds saying that the hero should get to be on the actual bed and everyone else can sleep on the ground. However Germany elbowed him in the stomach hard, America immediately looked at him and started to yell "Hey what was that for?! How coul-" America realized that Germany's eyes were on Italy who has had a bad day. America sighed under his breath understanding what Germany meant "All right then! Since I'm the hero have to do the responsible thing! I'll let Italy sleep on the bed, that way I can keep England from doing any of his creepy voodoo crap on anyone while I'm asleep!" England was of course offended by this. And so the night continued with laughs.

+England's point of view+

After night full of laughter England as well as the others were in there place for sleep. However the fact that he hadn't seen any of his spirited friends since going exploring this country was concerning. They had looked really on edge during the world meeting, but they never said anything about it. And to top his worries he had assigned the same room as Russia, which made it hard to sleep knowing his enemy could attack at any moment.

Shivers went up England's back, he could feel that someone was staring at him. He had feeling in his gut that told him that this was very bad. His eyes scanned the room, he almost hoped that Russia wasn't in his bed so that England could assume that it was Russia that was staring at him. But Russia was in his bed, he wasn't asleep. England couldn't tell because it was so dark in the room but his face was like the one he has whenever he's running away from Belarus.

England now knowing that it wasn't Russia internally groaned, gathering his courage to turn his to whoever it was that was staring at him. His mind tried to convince him that it was just France, just France looking at him imagining things he shouldn't. But the truth is that he knew that it wasn't France and it wasn't going to go away on it's own.

He whipped his head around so fast he didn't breath. Before he call himself an idiot for being scared of nothing something threw him against the wall. England kicked the wall and squirmed, someone was holding him up and strangling him. England didn't see anyone holding him up. And neither did the others that were in Romano's bedroom. They had all woken up from the commotion, all of them clueless on how to help England against something that they couldn't see. America started to scream as England started to get paler from lack of oxygen "Hold on Arthur! We're going to help!" He said trying to grab England's hand when something pushed him down hard.

That's when Italy followed by Germany, Romano and Greece and walked in. Italy seemed like a different person entirely. His smile was gone and his eyes were open, his eyes were captivating. They looked like they had seen many wars, they seemed fearless and strong. Italy put his hand out touching something that they could not see. Though England was having a hard time keeping himself from passing out he did hear Italy's words through all the panic "Vai alla vera terra santa, i miei soldati."

England was let go and dropped to the ground clutching his neck as he gasped for air. He looked up saw Italy glaring at some horrible being, it was black and surrounded by smoke and Italy's his was on it's chest. The creature screamed, it's scream was the most haunting thing England had ever heard. It was not the scream of animal or a demon, it was the scream of men. Hundreds of them all screaming at the same time. It vanished in front of his eyes. England looked at Italy, whose powerful eyes had locked onto England "I knew this was a bad idea. Call your airport and the hell out of here before more of them appear!" Italy added no Vee and nothing about his voice sounded sing song or happy-go-lucky.

Italy clenched his bare chest and yelped from pain then falling to the ground, Germany and Romano immediately ran to his side. Germany was still in shock about what just happened but Romano didn't seem surprised by the events at all, Romano turned his head to Greece "Get his medicine, quick!" Greece nodded and ran to get it, seeming to be wide awake. Germany looked at Romano completely alarmed "What wrong with him?!" Romano sighed as he took the pills from Greece's hand and a glass of water "He gets horrible chest pains from stress, whenever something big like this happens he has to take a stronger medicine to ease the pain."

Romano lifted Italy's head putting pills in his mouth then the water forcing Italy to swallow. Germany looked at England who was still breath heavy "What was that?! What was that invisible thing that Italy just got rid of?!" Romano glared at Germany gritting his teeth "Strange how the one who killed millions including my Fratello's men in the name of religion doesn't have a clue what that was! Do you know how much pai-" Greece covered Romano's mouth "Stop it, you know it's not fair to say things like that. We couldn't see them before either." everyone's attention averted to Italy who was now sobbing clutching his stomach. His eyes were still open as tears came out. Romano's eyes met Greece who released Romano as he said "I'll go get the antidepressants." Germany repeated the words in shock "Antidepressants?" Italy's who was still clutching his stomach and crying responded in a voice that sounded so broken down "I am a concoction of pills."

Romano took the pills from Greece and looked at his brother who started to cry to him as Romano got ready to give him the pills "Fratello prego uccidimi. Fratello prego uccidimi!" Romano started to cry as he forced Italy swallow the antidepressants with the then empty glass of water. "Non potrei mai, fratello.".

Translations-

Italian-

Vai alla vera terra santa, i miei soldati.
Means "Go to the true holy land, my soldiers."

Fratello prego uccidimi.
Means "Brother please kill me."

Non potrei mai, fratello.
Means "I could never, brother."

More Author Notes- So how did you like it? I really like the idea of Italy having to deal with demons and spirits, especially because if you think about it since he's all the churches and people he is more holy than the pope.