Italy decided to just go back home, but he had the feeling that someone was going to find him and hurt him. He was extremely paranoid now that this plague began.

No one's really sure how the plague started. Italy was doing fine until October. He received a message from Germany saying that several hundred of his citizens had gotten sick and that many of them were about to die. Since Italy is such close friends with Germany, he trusted him, so he started to pay attention to the issue. When he found out that a few other countries were getting sick, he began to worry. A lot of people didn't even notice that they were sick at first, so when they left to go to another country, they spread the illness. Eventually, 17 countries were affected by Italy's plague. It became an emergency, so the meeting was held. Now, Italy fears that the world might be in danger.

When he reached his front door, he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned to see his friend and supporter, Germany.

"Italy," he began quietly, "Are you okay?"

Italy sighed and looked down. "Not really...why is everyone so mad at me?"

"I'm honestly not sure...I wish I knew..."

The two stared at each other with worried expressions.

"I hate America...and England...and Poland...and everyone there!" Italy said. "They're so mean and stupid! I want them dead!"

"Italy, it's not right to wish death on others." Germany scolded. He looked around him and leaned in. "America is an exception."

They both giggled, but Germany turned around.

"Still, you shouldn't wish death on others...goodnight, Italy."

Italy watched as he slowly walked away. He was looking down though, as if he were ashamed of something. Italy shook his head and entered his home to sit in a corner, alone and unhappy.