"Good Italy, this will just be our little secret~" The Italian said to Italy in his head.
"How did you get these wounds?!" What happened?" Germany asked.
"Ve~? I'm okay see? You don't have to worry about me~" Italy said trying to avoid Germany's burning gaze.
"You're not telling me something. Something important. What are you hiding?" Germany demanded.
"N-Nothing! Ve..."
Before Germany could demand the answer from Italy again though, Romano walked in, "Go away Potato Bastard! Can't you see you're making Feliciano uncomfortable?"
Germany looked at the floor, then nodded, "I'll check in on you later Italy..." He slowly got up and left the room.
Romano sat down on the chair where Germany had been and said, "What the fucking he'll happened to you?!"
"I-I scraped my hand?"
"And what about your arm?" He asked.
"I ran into a pole?"
Romano stiffened as he realized that Italy wasn't going to tell him. What... did he not trust him anymore? Did he think Romano was too much of a nuisance?
"Alright then," Romano said sadly.
Italy looked into his brother's sad eyes and his heart was pierced with guilt. He wanted his Fratello to know that Italy trusted him, but then he would have to explain what happened…
"Do you want me to get you some food?" Romano asked, Italy nodded. Romano gave a small smile seeing that his little brother had an appetite. He left the room in a flash, listing off different sauces to himself.
Italy grinned faintly, but now that he was alone, he grew more tired. 'N-No… I can't go back to sleep… he'll come back…'
"I'm already here~" The twisted Italian said as Italy opened his eyes to his dream. Now he was at what looked like a World Meeting. France and Britain were fighting, America laughing at them. Russia creeping up on China, and Germany bossing everyone around. Italy smiled, thinking he was going to have a pleasant dream for once.
That's when he looked over at himself. But he wasn't the normal laid back, pasta loving, Italian nation, but Italy was HIM! His other self. He looked bored at Germany, reaching into his jacket for his usual small knife, or so Italy thought. This time he took out a huge butcher knife, that barely fit in his hand.
The Italian was sitting in between Italy's Fratello and Japan. He twirled the knife around in his fingers, then stabbed a hole through Romano's hand.
"Oh My God! WHAT THE FUCK FELICIANO! THAT REALLY FUCKING HURTS!" Romano screamed and everyone turned to Italy's side of the table, gaping, Romano turned towards the Italian and realized it WASN'T his brother, bit an Italian who looked a lot like him.
The Italian grinned and proceeded to slit Japan's throat. He then started killing the nations two at a time. As Italy watched all of his friends die he screamed and begged the Italian to stop.
The Italian walked over to Italy, "I'm going to do this… eventually." He knocked Italy down.
"Why are you doing this…? Ah!" The Italian stomped on Italy's head.
"Your misery is my goal! I'll never have my own life so I'm taking yours! Now scream you stupid piece of shit!"
And Italy did scream. Apparently, the Italian had a way of making fake images appear in Italy's mind and they were getting more and more worse. After the Italian stopped, Italy was on all fours crying his eyes out. The Italian lifted Italy's chin.
"I'm growing even stronger you know. Moment by moment, I even got this knew ability earlier~ Isn't it so amazing~? Soon, I'll be able to control your body~" Italy gave him a horrified look as he feared for his friends. "Ciao~" The dream faded and Italy gasped awake.
He was being patched up again. Of course, he was or his body wouldn't be healthy enough for the Italian. He wiped the teats from his eyes and groaned. More questions. The nurses and doctors finished up and left, leaving the little Country be.
Germany went up to one of the nurses that had patched Italy up and asked about Italy's condition. He heard that Italy was getting worse and gave a grave look to her. She said that some unknown cause was making him hurt.
While Germany was talking, Italy thought about was the Italian said. 'Soon I'll be able to control your body~' If at some point, Italy's body would be taken over by the Italian, then it confirmed what Italy had seen in his dream would happen. 'Maybe… if I kill myself, he won't be able to hurt them.' Italy got up and opened the drawers in the nightstand next to the bed. Inside was a small envelope opener, that would work.
Germany walked into Italy's room to see Italy holding a sharp, pointing object to his neck. "I-Italia…?!"
-preview-
"I can hurt you, but it won't hurt me now~"
"He tried to commit suicide and it's all my fault, I can't be related to him, I'm too evil."
"I thought you wanted to kill me! What are you doing?!"
