The heart and its blackness

by GermanPastaMiester

Felicano is having a strange dream and when Germany finds him humming the song in the dream, stuff happens and Germany worries that this may not even be his Italy. (rated M cause I'm paranoid and because of a few mouths and MAYBE A ALMOST RAPE SCENE!)

Germany walked in, Italy was sitting on the bed, humming something dark. His voice grew into a small whisper "Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep and, carry you down to sleep, child, the darkness will rise from the deep, and carry you down to sleep." 'what is he singing, its not like him...at all?!' Germany thought quickly, his friend well close friend, sometimes they share kisses, but nobody needs to know that. "Guileless son,I'll shape your belief and you'll always know that your father's a thief. And you won't understand the cause of your grief, but you'll always follow the voices beneath. Loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty Loyalty loyalty loyalty only to me Guileless son,Your spirit will hate her The flower who married my brother the traitor. And you will expose his puppeteer behavior, for you are the proof of how he betrayed her loyalty. Loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty only to me. Hush, child. The darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep Child, the darkness will rise from the deep And carry you down into sleep Guileless son,Each day you grow older each moment I'm watching my vengeance unfold. For the child of my body, the flesh of my soul will die in returning the birthright he stole Loyalty loyalty loyalty loyalty." Germany shuddered at how Italy sang, it was like he knew the dark song. "I-Italy, are you okay?" The German had stuttered, he never stutters unless he is fear stricken, and this song made his marrow freeze with fear. "Oh, Luddy, I didn't see you, are you alright, whats up?" The auburn-haired man smiled and giggled, jumping up, pecking the German on the lips, skipping away.

Gripping his chest, Germany walks into the kitchen, knowing that it would be either trashed or Italy had not gotten to it. "Italy?!" he called loudly...nothing, not a whisper or...or even a little tiny giggle. It worries me, my sweet Italy singing that damned song, its like...like it wasn't him!

HEYO, AUTHORS NOTE TIME ^.^ YOU GUYS DON"T NEED TA TELL ME HOW SILLY IT IS, I KNOW ITS A RATHER CHEAP STORY AND THAT ITS NOT MY MOST ORIGNAL BUT I INTEND TO THROW IN THE RAPE SCENE PROABLY...HUM...NEXT CHAPTER IF YOU SAY PREEEETYYYYY PLEASEEEE.