(A/N Only the first chapter is going to be in first person, because I wanted it to be more dramatic. From now on, it'll be in third person. Sorry for the inconvenience)
Feliciano gaped at the newcomer, his chocolate brown eyes eyes widening even more as the girl hugged him tightly. 'No...not her too! She can't be here!'
"Feli! I haven't seen you in a few months and you're still the same as ever!" She chirped, pulling back to smile at him. The Italian shook his head quickly, snapping himself out of his trance.
"Daisy, you can't be here!" He gripped her arms tightly, desperation etched in his face as he shook her, praying that this wasn't happening. "You have to get out of here!"
The girl flinched slightly at his grip on her bicep. "Feli, I can't leave...I don't know how." She murmured. His grip loosened as his arms fell to his sides, dangling there uselessly. "I'm here because you called for me."
"No...I didn't want anyone else involved..." Feliciano locked eyes with his counterpart, seeing identical pain in her eyes. 'Chiara isn't here either I hope!' "You know I would never want anyone else involved in my problems! I never wanted you to come here!"
"It is my problem!" She yelled, making him jerk backwards, almost falling over. A hand flew out, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and yanking him till his face was inches from hers.
"D-Daisy?" He ventured, hearing her tsk.
"If its your problem, its all of ours! You wanna know why?!" Daisy's knuckles rapped against his forehead, making him wince. "We're all North Italy! Me, Margerita, Luciano, and you; we're all involved whether you like it or not. And if Romano knew about this he'd kick your ass for not telling him. Italy is unified, so weGet the hell over it!"
Feliciano looked down, his eyes locking on his own clenched fists. 'My hands are so weak and frail...even Fratello said so. He always tried to protect me from everything, and his greatest despair was that I suffered in the world wars. So...it's my turn to save him and everyone else...'
"So. Is your head clear now?" Daisy asked quietly, making him look back up at her. He smiled when he noticed that she was on the verge of tears, her watery eyes probably mirroring his own.
"Yeah...thanks sorella. I needed that." Hands reached up to wipe her eyes gently, before pulling her into a hug. Daisy laughed quietly, before pushing him away. "You actually made me have to curse...you're so cruel. But come on, we need to try again. We have to get everyone out."
"But my clock...it won't work." Feliciano murmured, pulling out the gold wrist watch, only to stare at it in surprise. It was ticking along as usual, unlike its previous state of refusing to move. "It works!"
The brunette smiled, getting to her feet and offering him a hand. "Come on, lets go back. We're going to save them this time. We have to."
He nodded, taking her hand and pulling himself up. "Let's go then." He removed the face of the watch, turning the hands with a slender finger. 'Start cycle 16835.'
The room in front of them blurred out of focus, before it cleared to reveal the front door of the mansion, along with several other countries.
'Francis. Ludwig. Alfred. Arthur. Lovino. Antonio. Gilbert.' Feliciano checked off in his head, frowning slightly. 'Once again, I couldn't stop from telling them.' Shaking the thoughts from his head, he quickly grabbed Lovino around the waist, hugging him tightly. "Fratello! I'm scared!"
"Idiot, don't grab me so suddenly!" He blurted out, trying to keep on his feet. The older Italian gave a cry if protest as another person hugged him, cheering excitedly. "Hey Fratello!"
"Daisy, what the hell are you doing here? Chiara isn't here as well is she?" Lovino looked around quickly, trying to spot his counterpart.
"Hey, don't hog Lovi to yourselves!" Antonio rested his arms on the shorter man's shoulders, his head on top of Lovino's.
"Fratello, I want to go home!" Feliciano stared at the mansion, a sense of tiredness coming over him. So many times... He felt his soul screaming at him not too go in, not again. Would he crack under the strain? "Please, can we all go home?"
"No way dude! Haunted houses are fun!"
"It'll be fine Feliciano. If you want , you can hug big brother France~."
"Quiet you bloody frog! Feliciano, I'm sure it's fine. Just a quick peek."
"Are you okay Feli? Don't worry, the awesome me is here!"
"Feliciano?" The Italian peered at Ludwig from around Lovino, frowning sadly. 'I wish he hadn't come…maybe I could have locked him out or something.'
"Can we go home Ludwig, please?" He said, a slight hint of pleading in his voice. 'Remember, don't give too much away. You remember what happened that time.' A shudder ran through his body at the memory, his mind trying to shut it out.
"...And that's what happened. If we go in there, he will kill all of you." Feliciano announced, staring each person in the eye.
Arthur cocked an eyebrow, the same look of disbelief on his face as everyone else's. "Can you prove it?"
The Italian nodded quickly, reaching in his pocket for the watch. A slow look of horror overtook his features as he felt nothing but fabric. The other side yielded the same thing. "I-It was just here!"
"Okay, I admit it. That was a pretty good story dude." America said, clapping Feliciano on the back. "Almost had me going for a second. Alrighty, lets go in!"
Prussia whooped loudly, practically kicking the door open in his excitement as he charged in, the others soon behind him.
He shuddered as he remembered the loud noise echoing from the room across from them. Prussia and America ran over, laughing about how Steve was behind the door. Their laughs trickled into wheezing coughs as fingers emerged from their backs, the feared monster having one hand piercing through each of their abdomens. Germany and England rushed over, but they couldn't save them. As always, it was too late.
"Feliciano, trust me. It'll be fine." Germany smiled reassuringly, the small motion almost enough to make him believe that it would be. But as his eyes settled on the darkened mansion before them, watching as his friends walked in one more time, he realized that it wouldn't be.