This is my first fanfiction so I hope people like it. I used the actual country name for the people because I don't know all the characters actual names, so I'm sorry about that but please read any way cause like I said its my first fanfiction. Please review because I would honestly like to hear what you guys think of my story. So enjoy!
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Love, Painted White
Chapter 1
(Germany's P.O.V)
Italy. His face was the last face I saw before the Picto's had changed me into a duplicate of them. Doomed to roam everywhere I could, searching for the next victims to change into a likeness of themselves. Totally against my will, and totally above my willpower to stop it from happening. They forced this life upon me and I hated them for it so much that I swore if I ever became myself again, I would kill every one of those bastards one by one. But for now Italy was my main concern.
Italy was the only one who could save us. All he had to do was smile. That simple smile would solve everything…. and yet it was too hard for him to find. Too hard for him to even muster a fake one, although…I think the real thing would work better and be way more convincing. A real and genuine smile would help solve the problem quicker than any fake smile could ever hope to do in place of a real one.
He has to do something lest we all be turned forever! With no way to change back to who we once were, we would all most likely fall into insanity and crumble to the powerful suggestions to do to other what was done to ourselves. It would be hell to put it short. Complete and utter hell to have to suffer this for the rest of our miserable lives and having to try to live with ourselves when and if we turned someone like us would only make us suffer more. But at the moment all we could do was try to help our friends who had also been forced to change.
I saw Japan hit the ground. All colour that his body held gone, replaced by flat white with eyes completely unseeing and oblivious to the world and events around him. Japan was not himself anymore and I doubt he ever would be again unless Italy managed a smile. Japan's face was slowly disappearing more and more as I struggled to think of a way to get Italy to smile and I could barely stand the sight of anyone else being turned like I was.
America was next, his usual smiling joking face and manner gone. Replaced by the Picto's form, movement and faceless head that almost felt like it owned eyes to stare at you with. He was not the superhero anymore, but the villain. He could no longer claim to save anyone but only eventually own up to his crimes as the villain he was soon to become.
All around me my friends fell. Russia…Britain…China…France and last of all to fall victim to the Picto's was me. I was the last one to fall in a heap on the sand below my feet and to have the side of my face painfully strike it's unnaturally hard surface that one would not believe possible from standing above it. My legs were enveloped in the disease that is the Picto's and was slowly crawling its way up them to my mid section and eventually my arms.
But Italy was untouched. He could help! He could save us…but I just needed to make him smile. I needed to figure out a way to make sure he would smile and not lose that smile for quite sometime because if I accomplished this then the hope for us all to be saved was increased drastically from it's original stand point and making happy was what I lived for. If I could make him smile even for just half of one day, it was worth it just to see his happiness.
"Italy…you have to smile." I said weakly as the Picto's disease eased its way up my legs to my waist.
"But Germany, I'm scared!" Italy cried and fell to his knees before me, head in his hands.
All seemed hopeless to me then as I watched Italy's tears fall to the sand and quickly mix with it to make sort of muck clumps on its surface and as I watched those clumps, I had a feeling that this task of making Italy smile might take longer than expected and may bring us closer to never returning to ourselves.