Warning;
There will be Yaoi (boy x boy) so you don't like, don't read! There will also be tiggers for self-harm and/or suicidal thoughts. Also, there are no lemons just fluffy goodness!
Pairings: GerIta, Spamano and hints of RusAme, FrUk, and PruCan but there is no need to squint. ;)
Thoughts will be represented like this 'Thoughts.' This is my first fan-fiction, so I hope you enjoy and please don't be afraid to correct me on spelling and grammer errors!
Chapter One; Not what he seams.
Italy is always happy or so he seems. It's a an act, most of the time. Some days it's a mask. Those days, he just wants to stay home and cry.
Today was one of those days but there was a meeting. When he got to the meeting place, set up in Italy, he put on the mask as he's done so many times before. The only ones who can see through the mask were, Germany and Romano, or South Italy.
"Veneciano? Are you okay?" Romano asked.
It was one of the rare moments when he showed that he cared about his brother. "Yes, I'm fine, Romano! See?" Italy flashed him a smile but, it was forced.
"Nein, you are not." Germany said, interrupting Romano, who was about to say something. " Now, what is the matter?"
"Nothing! I'm fine! Really I am!" Itay said with a hint of annoyance but smilled even bigger even though it was still forced.
The german sighed and went to go find his brother, Prussia. Romano watched him go with a scowl on his face, still mad about being interrupted. Once Germany was out of sight, Romano turned back to his brother. "Are you sure that you're okay?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm sure." Italy said.
Romano nodded and gave Italy a quick hug before going to find Spain.
The rest of the meeting went well. No one else could see through the mask and Italy was happy with that. The only problem were some of the nations. They were bullying him, again. They bully him at every meeting. More so this meeting than the others. He tried his best to ignore it, but he was tired of it. He was tired of everything, especially tired of living.
On his way home he planned everything; how he would do it and when. He would stab himself and do it as soon as he got home.
When he got home, he closed his frount door and went upstairs to his bedroom. He grabbed a bloodstained knife from his bedside table. Staring at the knife for a moment, Italy remembered the many times he cut himself. This time he wasn't cutting, he was going to kill himself.
He lifted the knife and stabbed his stomach region. As he was pulling the knife out of his flesh, he heard his frount door open and close with voice calling, "Italy?"
'Damn!' Italy thought. As quick as he could, he closed his bedroom door and locked it. He was losing a lot of blood as tried to climb into his bed, but he ended up on the floor with a thump. The last thing he knew was the world going black and the pain fading away
Whooo! First chapter done! Translation: Nein means 'no' in german.
Thank you for reading and feel free to review for a new chapter! Also, sorry for it being short.
CrazyRed out!