-I'm really sorry if chapter one was horrible. This is my first time trying to write a story that has multiple parts. The longest my stories have ever been are two chapters long… Anyway, I would really appreciate it if at least a few people reading this would post a review and tell me what they thought of the first chapter.-
Truthfully, Italy had never actually been a happy person.
Everyday of his life, he had hid his sadness with his signature smile.
Behind that smile was a beyond-broken man.
For Feliciano, luckily, no one saw through his disguise. Not even his brother, Romano, noticed the years and years of pain Italy was hiding behind his grin.
Italy had never been a completely sane person, either.
He had had dreams about killing people. Specifically his friends; Germany, Japan, Prussia, and even Romano.
Whenever Feliciano dreamed of murdering his allies, he almost always woke up screaming for Germany. But a lot of the times after experiencing one of his nightmares, he felt… kind of excited, in a way.
Italy thought it sounded fun; to just go out and slaughter everyone he loved. He didn't know why he felt that way, and he kept trying to deny the fact, over and over again, that he even had such thoughts.
But the one person he had wanted to kill the most was Germany.
He had always had thoughts about murdering his best friend. Torturing him to death. Poisoning him. That was also the time when Feliciano realised that he was a bit of a sadist.
Even after thinking about such things, Italy always tried to forget. He pushed the thoughts into the deepest part of his mind, where hopefully his brain wouldn't recover them again.
Even after doing that, though, it didn't work. The brutal thoughts always came back to haunt him, some way or another. They would simply not go away; it was as if they were engraved in Feliciano's mind.
It was true. Italy did love Germany. And yet he wanted to kill him at the same time.
For a long while, Feliciano could never admit to himself that he wanted to slaughter his ally. It was because of the (almost identical) reflection that appeared in the mirror that made him do so, though.
That was the day Feliciano's true nature finally shown through his fake, cheerful demeanor.
From that day on, Italy's life was never the same.
A / N: I'm thinking about making Italy a Yandere in this story. I'm not sure if that's a good idea… but, whatever! I hope you enjoyed this chapter.