Gasping for air, Italy continued to ran down the hallway. He wasn't going to stop no matter what. He had to get away. Away from that thing! That thing seem to only want to torture him. All Italy wanted to do was get out of this place! He needed to keep his friends alive. They all keep dying. One by one. How many times can he make the same mistakes? The Italian looked behind him to see that he had lost the monster. He stopped running, taking deep breaths to steady his breathing. Italy knew that he needed to find everyone. He needed to know if everyone was okay. The Italian started looking around the different rooms of the mansion. Gripping his journal, he walked into a room at the end of the hallway. After locking the door, The Italian stopped moving, Only to hear a clock ticking. Italy looked around the room, soon finding the clock. He needed to remember that if he broke the clock, Fake memories will soon flood into his head. After reminding himself that, The Italian picked up the clock, throwing it to the floor, causing it to shatter. Italy stood still as his vision started going blurry. The memories are going to start soon. The Italian sighed just as he started seeing the first fake memory.
While sitting in a meadow, Italy heard a faint voice. He turned around, seeing a blonde. Holy Rome. Italy stood up, running to catch up to him. "Holy Rome!" Holy Rome turned toward Italy. "Italia..." Italy soon found himself on the ground. He went to look up at Holy Rome when the scene changed.
Italy was now staring up at another blonde, much more taller, well-built male. Italy soon realized it was Germany. "Stop being so idiotic and worthless! You are such a worthless, stupid little nation!" Italy felt tears forming in his eyes as he listened to Germany yell at him. That's not the Germany I know. The one I know wouldn't do this. Well, He does yell at me, but not like this. "S-Sorry, Germany..."
The scene changed once again. He was now in his house with Lovino. Lovino had an angry look in his eyes. Italy felt a Lovino's hands on his chest just before Lovino pushed him to the ground. "L-Lovino, Why would you do t-that?" Lovino smirked, "Because you are so stupid, Feliciano!"
Italy was now back into the room that he was in. He gently wiped the tears off his face. Those weren't real memories, right? Holy Rome. Germany. Romano. They wouldn't do anything like that, would they? The Italian was now slightly confused. Italy ran one of his hand though his hair, taking a deep breath. He then turned and walked over to the door, unlocking it.