Okay, I'm sort of inexperienced in writing this genre but I'll do my best! I don't own Hetalia.


"Ugh, Lovi... I don't feel so good..."

"You've been saying that all damn week. Say something else, like what you want for dinner."

It had been about two weeks since Antonio woke up in the hospital. During the past week, he'd been getting migraines, a foul mood, and a throb in his shoulder, despite being mostly healed.

The confusing part was, Antonio and Lovino had no idea why.

Antonio was currently on the couch in their living room. His face was buried into a cushion, trying to will a headache away. He'd barely heard Lovino's question.

"Hey! Bastard!" Lovino nudged Antonio until the other looked up at him. "What the hell do you want for dinner?"

"Steak," Antonio said. He buried his head back into the cushion.

Lovino raised an eyebrow. He was fully expecting an answer like paella or 'whatever you want, Lovi! Oh you're so cute!' "How do you want it cooked?"

"Medium rare."

Now that caused the Italian to stare at him oddly. "Uh... Are you sure?"

"Yes," he answered bluntly.

Lovino huffed. "'The hell is your problem, bastard?"

"I don't know." Antonio stood up. "Forget dinner. I'm going to bed."

Romano glared at the Spaniard until he was sure he was upstairs. Then Lovino let his worry become obvious. "What happened, Antonio?"

...

Antonio slammed the door to the bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed and curled up under the covers.

He felt terrible. Like his blood was boiling. Like his skull was going to split in half from the pain he felt. He felt his spine tingling.

He got to his feet again. He immediately felt lightheaded. Despite this, he stumbled over to the window. He thought that a bit of fresh air would do him some good.

However, before he could open it, his body seemed to freeze. The moonlight was shining down on him. He stared up at the full moon as his body started convulsing.

Suddenly all the pain he felt increased one hundred-fold.

...

Lovino jumped and dropped the plate he was holding when he heard screaming upstairs.

Lovino's eyes widened as he recognized the pained voice. A voice that soon faded away and was replaced by howling.

"Antonio!" Lovino dashed from the kitchen and ran up the stairs.

He yanked the door to the bedroom open, but stopped in his tracks.

There was some huge... thing writhing on the floor.

Its body was covered in dark fur that seemed to keep growing. Its head lengthened, and its snout soon filled with dagger-like teeth. Crooked claws were scratching the ground, leaving deep marks in the wooden floor. A bushy tail burst from its back, causing it to howl louder.

When it finally stopped writhing and howling, it collapsed. It was breathing heavily, occasionally whimpering.

Lovino hadn't moved from the door. He was terrified. Every instinct he had was telling him to run like hell, but he couldn't. His eyes were glued to the wolf-like beast on the floor.

He had to find Antonio. If he was going to run away, he was running with Antonio.

He inched his foot toward the hallway. He swore under his breathe when he heard the floor creak.

'Let's get wooden floors!' he said. 'It'll let us hear the burglars!' he said.

The wolf's ears twitched at the sound. It shakily got to its feet. Its head snapped up and it looked directly at Lovino.

The glowing red eyes reminded him of that night a month ago. The night Antonio had saved him.

Only he wasn't there to save him now.

The wolf pounced and Lovino barely had time to scream.

Lovino's back slammed against the floor as the wolf's paws landed on his chest. Its head was hovering above his. Its red eyes were examining the face of its prey beneath it. Lovino could hear the deep growl right above him and felt its hot breath against his face.

It opened its great maw and inched down toward his face. Ready to bite his face.

"ANTONIO!" Lovino screamed at the top of his lungs. The wolf's ears perked up. "ANTONIO! ANTONIO, HELP! H-HELP ME!" Tears started streaming down as he looked at the jaws mere inches from his face. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET! PLEASE! ANTONIO, COME AND SAVE ME!"

Lovino shut his eyes, not wanting to see the teeth when they clamped down.

He whimpered as he felt the hot breath in his face. It continued breathing in his face until Lovino realized something.

It was sniffing him.

Lovino dared to open his eyes to look at the wolf's face.

Its eyes were changing color. It was melting away from the blood red to a bright green.

They stared at each other for while before the wolf finally got off of him. It sat down beside the terrified man and gave him a confused look.

Without letting his eyes leave the creature, Lovino pulled himself to his feet. He carefully stepped backwards and out into the hallway. Once the wolf was out of his sight, Lovino sprinted toward the stairs.

...

What's... going on?

Antonio felt like his mind was in a haze. He had no idea what was happening, where he was, like someone had weakened all of his senses.

All he knew was that he was in pain.

Everything hurt. His muscles, his limbs, his entire body.

The haze had dominated his mind. It was the only thing he could feel besides the pain.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the haze.

"ANTONIO!"

Lovino?

The haze was starting to clear up, bit by bit. He could vaguely hear Lovino's voice, smell the scent of tomatoes and parmesan that always seem to linger on his skin.

Antonio slowly regained his vision, and the first thing he saw was his Lovi.

Except, Lovino was looking at him differently.

The man beneath him had fear in his amber eyes. There were tears on his face and he was trembling violently.

Why are you crying, Lovi?

Antonio realized that his hands were on Lovino's chest, and got off of him so he could breath. He sat down and gave Lovino a concerned look.

Lovi, what's wrong?

Antonio watched as Lovino stood upon his still shaking legs and fled the room. Antonio's confusion grew greater.

Why did he look so scared?

Antonio looked around the room, looking for the cause of the Italian's distress. Antonio noticed that, for some reason, his sight was clearer than before. Even in the dark room, he could see everything clearly.

So out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure in the room. He turned around and nearly jumped.

There was a huge wolf staring at him. It looked similar to the monster that had attacked him a month before. Only, it had dark brown fur and green eyes. It was staring directly at him.

He didn't dare move. What if it attacked?

When he did move, the wolf moved at the same time. Antonio's eyes widened, and so did the wolf's.

No...

Is that...?

Antonio moved closer to it.

Is that... me?

No... it can't be me. Right?

Now that he was closer, he saw the wooden frame around the wolf he hadn't noticed before.

It was a mirror.

His eyes widened further and he yelled out in fear. Only it came out as a yelp.

Finally it sunk in.

He was a wolf.

He was the one scaring Lovino. He was the one who made him cry.

He only saw that same sort of creature that had attacked them before.

Antonio hung his head low and let out a whine. He wanted to cry.

His Lovino didn't recognize him.

He wasn't Antonio anymore.

He was a monster now.

What... W-What happened to me?

This genre is much more pleasing to write than I thought. (It's the Stephen King novels talking)

Anyways, review please.