Okay so this is my first hetalia fic and I know it will be a little off because as we all know Italy is a little sweet heart and this fic shows his crazy side... his big crazy side. Any way if you don't like crack pairings or gerita then I advise you don't read-TeeHee

The room smelled like Russia. "The whole house smells like Russia!" Italy snaps. His attitude had declined since Germany's homosexual confidence inclined. Russia was only the latest. "Every night! The damn moaning!" He slams the cabinets close. "One more night with no sleep and I'll go insane!" His anger peeks when he notices he burned the pasta. With a scream he throws the boiling contents across the room. Huffing he spins on his heel. Germany stood in the doorway, he looked shocked. "Italy," He grabs a towel, "you've been very angry lately." he bends down whipping up the mess. "Shut up potato bastard!" Italy spits. "You're acting like your brother." Italy frowns, "Maybe he had it right." He stomps from the room.

"G-Germany! Not-ah!" the voice echos around the room. Italy grinds his teeth putting the pillow over his head. No matter what he couldn't lock them out. He finally just goes to the bar.

Italy slumps in the bar stool between America and England. "Italy, dude you look ragged." Italy grimaces, "No sleep." America sighs "I'll pay for the first round." America signals the bar man and turns back to Italy. "So um how's it been." Italy holds up a hand. "America if I don't get sleep I loose it, I don't want that to happen but I don't know how to get any sleep with Germany-" he breaks off looking down at his hands. England looks over the slumped Italian at America. "So basically your in a one sided relationship?" Italy nods, "I don't think he even notices. So i'm just going to get drunk and spend my last few sane hours in a buzz."

Italy stumbles through the door. The house was quiet except for for the quiet drone of the television. It's bluish light spilling over from the living room. Russia was sitting on the couch his eyes staring at the screen blankly. In one swift movement Italy jumps on him, straddles him and covers his mouth. "now you get to listen to me." Russia doesn't move, just stares. "When you play with Germany, I don't sleep because you two are so freaking loud. So now you have three options. One, you let me slit you're throat. Two, you play with Germany at your place or three, you leave for good." Italy gets off and sits on the couch by Russia's hip. He picks up the vodka and starts drinking it. "but I like hearing you squirm next door Italy." Russia purrs. Italy snorts, "Germany's probably getting cold." Russia props himself up on his elbow and strokes Italy's back. Italy closes his eyes. Russia's hand clamps down on Italy's mouth as his other hand goes down between Italy's legs. Italy grunts and closes his eyes. Russia smirks and kisses his neck. "OH Italy, I want you to scream." he bites down and sucks the wound. Italy moans letting Russia move on top of him. Russia purrs softly and releases Italy's mouth. Italy grunts but not for any sexual reason but instead hauls Russia's own pipe across the man's face.

Italy had snapped, he was sick of it. On the inside his depression over Germany ignoring him grew, on the outside he was becoming hardens. Germany, who had yet to know about Russia attempting to rape of Italy, raced around the kitchen. "Italy, we're going to be late!" he hisses. "I don't even want to go." Italy snips. He was dressed in his darkest uniform. "You're a country you have to." Italy rolls his eyes, "Che whatever." He goes to the car and waits...until he gets an idea. "Romano gave me a switch blade," he chimes, as he pulls it out, "and it sings to me." he grins

Germany felt his heart break. Italy, his sweet Italy, had run away after slashing his tires. Russia watches Germany carefully. "I bet he's at the bar." Germany shakes his head. "No I checked already." He rubs his face, "What have I done? Italy is the only person who ever loved me and I blew it."

Italy feels the smaller person snuggle in close. Italy felt slightly more relaxed but he still felt angry. So angry. And he still couldn't sleep. When morning came it was Canada who tried to cheer him up. "Come on Italy, I'll treat you to some pasta! It won't be as good as yours but it's something, right?" The night before he had gone looking for America but found Canada instead. After telling him everything Canada had confessed to him and they had gone home together. "Okay."

After eating he felt better and somehow even more agitated. "thanks Canada." Canada smiles kindly, "No thank you Italy,," he blushes, "for last night." Italy smirks, "to tell you the truth," Canada continues, "I thought you were going to be rough, since you were so angry, but you were gentle." Italy touches his hand "I won't be mean to people who have been kind to me." Canada, blushing furiously, leans across the table and kisses Italy.

Germany and Russia stare blankly at the couple in the window. "Who would love Canada?" Russia asks slowly. Germany didn't answer. The blonde's fists were trembling, he knew he didn't have a right to be angry or jealous, but he was. "Let's just go." Germany mutters.

Italy still couldn't sleep, it was like his mind was filled with too many vivid images. Most of them were his imagination filling his head with Germany and Russia. "Damn him!" Italy chokes putting his palms over his eyes. Canada stirs, but doesn't wake. "Because of him I can't sleep and i've ruined our friendship." He sits up, finally realizing the truth in everything, "I love Germany and I should have told him." he feels warm tears slide down his face, "Oh god-" he whimpers. Canada sits up, "What's wrong?" Italy shakes his head. Canada gets on his knees and brings Italy's head to his chest. "Have you realized it then?" Italy freezes, "No one sees me but I see everyone and everything. I know you love him,, ever since your alliance with him. It was obvious to all of us." Italy was shaking now, "Everyone?" Canada nods. Italy pulls away. "I'm going-I'm sorry." Canada nods again. "If you're ever need someone...look me up." Italy looks back at him. "you know I will."

Italy closes Canada's door a gleaming look in his eyes. "Romano gave me a switch blade and it sings to me. I think it wants a taste of blood. I know it wants HIS blood." Italy laughs psychotically.

Okay so I know it isn't any good and it is extremely short but i'll be working on the next chapter so If you have any ideas let me know. I can take constructive criticism and as everyone knows I do not own hetalia because if I did I would make it a yaoi fest all the time and not just in fanfictions TEEHEE