The girl's eyes opened and the first thing she noticed was something cold and smooth touching her bare skin. She twisted her head to the right and winced as something grazed her cheek. A knife showed her fuzzy reflection as did the two on either side. The knives were stabbed into the bed and enclosed her body. One could only imagine how the perpetrator found the time to outline the girl's body and find enough knives to do so.
She lifted her torso carefully then stood up on the bed. Luckily the knives only ripped her purple dress. The person must have felt very generous to allow her an easy escape.
The window across the room was shattered. Bella carefully stepped around the glass as she went to the metal door. Blood drizzled down her chin and the girl bit her lip as her cheek stung. Nothing could be done about it though. Unless of course the fake Italy had a first aid kit anywhere, but that would be two convenient.
She flung open the door and jumped back as Romano stepped in. A condescending smirk lighted up his face as he forced you back to the bed. "I'm sorry to have to do this Bella". he sighed like it was a bother to kill a twenty year old human. "But you take up to much of my brother's love and I'm not the sharing type."
"Romano", she reached back and grabbed one of the knives. Carefully she pulled it out and hid it behind her back. "Dude you do not want to do this. Italy will be pissed."
"He'll be upset", he agreed. "I'll have to make a nice death for you. Maybe you broke your legs and fell through the floor".
As he lunged, the girl panicked and shot the knife forward. The 2p staggered as he pulled the knife out of his chest. Romano made the wrong move and grabbed onto her extended arm, which was holding out the candle. The brown uniform touched the flame and the fire slowly spread up his arm.
"What did you do", he shrieked. The country attempted to take off the jacket, but sadly the zipped was stuck. What horrible luck. "This was a new jacket".
"Here let me try", she reached out to help him forgetting she had the candle still. Now Romano's torso was on fire. There would be no saving the nation, the girl stepped back and watched as he burned. His skin turned red then black and soon the body dropped. The girl backed away slowly to the door and exited. She walked down the hall like nothing ever happened, like she did not just murder a man.
Bella leaned against the wall and groaned. That day was one of the worst days of her life. Not only was she kidnapped, but she managed to kill her kidnapper's brother. Of course she would have to come up with a cover story so the fake Italy would not kill her. Seeing as Romano was probably missing most of his flesh the whole died from falling down the stairs story would not work.
Japan could have killed him as revenge for Germany's death. The Japanese are into that whole avenging someone's death thing right? The girl could not remember, she was not familiar with other countries' cultures.
Up ahead the girl could hear humming. Thankfully she knew Italy's voice well enough to know it was in fact not his. It was coming from up a set of stairs. She climbed them for what seemed like forever before entering a sitting area. Someone was sitting on one of the floral loveseats with their back turned. Only the top of their blond head was visible over the tall loveseat.
The girl slowly crept around the sofa and crouched behind the arm rest. She peeked over the top at the man. He wore a blue uniform and a white cross in his hair. Not someone the girl would recognize.
He held a doll in his hands and sewed on button eyes. It looked just like Italy.
"Two dolls must be made, one for each personality for the souls to split and take form"
So if she was to steal that doll and find the other she could get her Italy back. Now the only question was how to go about doing so. On one hand the man has not noticed her yet so she could try sneak around and snatch it. But on the other hand he could be a mass murder and kill her on sight.
The girl did the next logically thing and jumped in front of the man. His head snapped up from the doll and the two engaged in a staring war.
"What are you doing", he asked.
"Staring at you", she inched closer and closer till their feet touched. The girl then reached down and snatched the doll away.
The blonde was not even given a moment to respond before the girl bolted. She turned everywhich way then opened a door into a closet. She slammed and locked the door then curled up into a ball. Moments later someone pounded from the other side.
"No ones in here", she sang.
"I need the doll back", he clearly ignored the fact she had JUST said no one was in the closet. "Otherwise Luciano will kill me."
"If you can get Niall Horne to come then I'll give you the doll", she giggled. Obviously that would never happen in a billion years. Yet the countries could have personifications. Sometimes the world was a cruel and ironic place.
No reply came from the other side. Bella placed her ear to the wood and could hear footsteps get farther away. Then they came back.
The song What Makes You Beautiful suddenly blasted. The girl, to consumed by the fan girl feels, did not notice the sound of giggling keys and the door knob slowly turning. Only when the door was flung open did she snap out of her inner jam session. Her head snapped up and the two engaged in a staring war.
The blond man held out in hand, "Italy wants the doll back now".
"You shouldn't listen to pasta eating jerks", the girl stuck her tongue out as she shoved the doll down the front of her dress. A lesson she learned a long time ago was that almost every guy will give up once the object is down a girl's shirt. Worked a thousand times when her father tried to take away her precious phone.
As always the lesson worked and the country shifted uncomfortably. he tugged on the red collar around his neck and remained silent. The girl, not enjoying the awkwardness, decided to dive under him and run away. She managed to run into only two walls before reaching a set of double doors. She pushed them open and entered a library ten times as big as the previous one. Huge windows looked out onto a balcony and a chandelier glistened above. It would take one years to read every book on the shelves circling the room.
And there sitting in an arm chair in the middle of it all was Italy as if he had expected Bella to enter at any moment.
"Give me the doll Bella", he stood up and held out his hand. the fakes smile was almost like the real Italy's except for the smug look in his eyes. As if he thought he had already won. "And we can put this all behind us..."
"No", she spun around to leave but ran straight into the blonde man. As a result she shrieked and hid behind 2p Italy.
"Glad to know you picked the demon over me", he mumbled.
Italy turned around and grabbed the girl by the arm. He yanked her closer and met the countries glare. "I told you to make both of the dolls Norway."
As the two bickered, the girl dug her hand into the Fake Italy's pocket and pullet out a red button. After about two seconds of debating she pushed it down with her thumb.
Norway screams and his hands fly to his neck. So she pressed it again and the same thing happened. Italy snatched the button away and shoved it back into his pocket.
"Give me the doll", Italy repeated. "And we can put this all behind us"
The girl responded by kicking him in the shin and running towards Norway. She stood at the Nordic's side and held the doll over her burning candle. As the country moved forward the doll was lowered. The fake Italy backed away with his hands raised in defeat.
"Think about what you're doing", Norway reached for the doll but the girl ducked under his arm and stepped a few feet back. "Do not destroy that doll".
"I am thinking", she laughed. "And I'm thinking that anything he wants is better off gone".
"Go ahead", Italy took a slow step forward. The sides of his lips fought to break out into a smirk. "Burn it Bella".
"What will happen if I do", she looked to Norway then back at the approaching nation. So many things could go wrong if she made a wrong move. It was like a giant game of chess. A game she did not know the rules of.
"I don't know", Norway sighed.
"Give me my Italy back", the girl snapped her head forward and glared at him. She did not notice him closely getting closer. Even then he had almost completely crossed the room.
"You know I can't do that Bella"
"Then no deal", she dropped the doll into the flame. Italy screamed like a dying rabbit and clutched his head. It broke the girl's heart to hear that sound come from her best friends body.
Then he suddenly stopped.
Italy dropped his arms to his sides and straightened. His eyes opened and instead of their usual brown, his irises were red. It was frightening the way a single color change could make the usually happy nation look so...evil.
The 2p country grabbed the girl by the wrist, "Thank you Bella for forcing that idiot deeper into my mind. All I needed was a mortal to destroy the doll for me and now I can barley hear his rambling." He slammed her into the wall and the girl crumbled.
Her brown eyes watched as Italy walked to Norway and dragged the poor Nordic out by the arm. The throbbing in her head and the swell of emotions in her chest stopped the girl from moving. The real Italy was gone. Nothing could stop the demon from killing the rest of the countries and it was all her fault.
Bella closed her eyes and groaned. Maybe if she fell a sleep for a bit and woke up everything would go back to normal.
"Should we leave her", a voice echoed in Bella's subconscious.
She turned back to Italy who was shoveling down a plate of spaghetti. He sat across from her in a cafe booth. It was her eighteenth birthday, an age in most countries considered an adult. Italy invited her to go out for pasta before taking her to an Axis meeting. She never left the country before and to go meet other personifications of nations was something she constantly bother Italy to do.
"But she looks hurt", Italy said in between bites.
"What", the brunette asked as she twirled her pasta around.
"I said your pastas going to get cold Bella", Italy pointed to her full plate. He leaned forward and opened his eyes. They were the color of blood.
The Italian girl pushed away from the table. "You're not Italy".
"Of course I am", he chuckled. "I've always had a dark side".
"No", she grasped her head as he continued to laugh. Her Italy never had an evil intention. It's not possible that he had another personality buried in his brain.
Then suddenly the world began to shake. Water burst through the café windows. No one seemed alarmed but the girl even when the water reached the ceiling.
The girl closed her eyes.
The girl opened her eyes and looked down at her drenched dress. Three men stood above her, the tallest of the group held an empty bucket. She rose and glared at the three men which caused the shortest, to hide behind the others.
"Not cool man", she crossed her arms. "I was dreaming".
"I told you she would be upset", the middle man sighed. Then he smiled and held out his hand. "I am Lithuania".
"Latvia", the shortest stuttered.
"Estonia", the tallest man set the bucket down.
"Bella", she took the countries hand and grinned. Already she had forgotten all of their names. "Have you seen Norway or Italy?"
The countries did a three way glance then looked to the library door. Lithuania lost his smile as he shifted from one leg to the other. "Were you a good friend of his"?
Were? Bella thought. Why on Earth would he use the past tense? She just saw Norway alive and well a little while ago. Unless her nap had taken hours. It was very hard to tell with the sky still dark. "Um sure"
"He's right outside the library", Latvia said. "Italy stabbed him multiple times".
"LATVIA", Estonia hit him over the head as the girl ran from the room.
Sure enough Norway was exactly were the smaller country said he was; only his body slumped against the wall. Blood seeped through his blue uniform and several rips were made. The nation lifted his head and grimaced.
The girl kneeled next to the dying nation and held his hand. It felt sticky from trying to cover his wounds. "Norway..."
"There's a way to get Italy back". he whispered. "He's still in there, just not in control."
"Then you can help me", she asked hopeful.
"You have to make..."he stopped mid-sentence. The countries head dropped and his muscles relaxed. The girl checked his pulse to find none.
The brunette sobbed a little inside as she realized how horrible her life sucked...
AS disgusting as it was the girl searched the body's pockets. The only contents were a knife and a brass key. She rose and spun around to find the Baltic's staring her down.
"Are you three just going to follow me", she shoved the knife in her boot and frowned. The countries did another three way glance and nodded. "Then just a warning you're probably going to die because anyone that spends more then five seconds with me seems to get killed."
"Wh...why", Latvia asked
The girl leaned forward and bit the air inches from his nose, "I eat countries for breakfast".
Latvia screamed and grabbed onto Estonia's arm. The smaller Baltic drag his companion down the hall. They turned around the corner and the girl could still hear his crying.
"I am so immature", she laughed.
Lithuania sighed then regained his smile, "Maybe we should go away from the dead body".
"Aw but I really wanted to have a corpse party", the girl sadly followed him to where the others disappeared. "Any idea where they went".
"We found a bedroom big enough for all three of us", he opened the first door on the right. It was fairly big with two bunk beads on either side. A small table with playing cards scattered on its surface was evenly spaced between the two bunks and on the far wall was a closet door. Lithuania walked to the closet and opened the door. Latvia and Estonia tumbled out in maid outfits.
"No", Latvia whined. he tugged on his short skirt. "She's going to eat us".
"I was joking you idiot", the girl chuckled at the sight of the two nations costumes.
"They were on one of the beds with a note from Italy", Estonia explained. He pulled out another one and handed it to Lithuania who just tossed it aside. "We are to be his servants".
"I am not putting that thing on", Lithuania cringed at the thought. It was worse then all the outfits Russia forced the Baltic's to wear. The nation took a seat at the table and began to gather up the cards and Estonia locked the bedroom door. Once he did so the tense in the air decreased.
The girl sat next to Latvia and put her poker face on, "Hit me bro".
They ended playing Uno since the girl could not remember all the rules of poker. She won every time since the Baltic's were to scared to say Uno. Apparently they learned from Russia to always let him win. So she switched the game to Go Fish. Finally Latvia won a round and instead of rubbing it in all of their faces, like a certain female had done, he began crying.
"Dude freaking chill", she leaned back in her chair. "I'm not mad".
"Are you sure", Latvia asked.
The girl instantly regretted saying yes. The Baltics screamed her at every round following. It was as if they were all somehow seeing her cards. Very curious...
The girl looked behind her and saw the floor length mirror that gave full view of her deck. She faces the nations and glared. The bloody jerks had the nerve to put on their innocent faces. Totally uncool.
"I'm out of here", she threw her cards down on the table and marched to the door. The Baltics called her back but Bella was already out the door.
She stormed down the hallway. No she was not really mad, but she knew they were following her and hey...its always nice to put on a show. The Baltics thought that hiding in doorways and behind corners would prevent the girl from noticing. Well she invented stalking.
Something black and white ran across her path. The girl jumped back then peered around the corner in time to see a panda disappear around another corner. She paused for a moment to process the possibility of a live panda somehow getting into a creepy Italian mansion. the Italian decided it was a very possible possibility and following the panda would prove interesting .
Well she was not wrong about the last part. It did in fact lead her to a very interesting scene. About twenty pandas stood on their hind legs at the end of a red hallway. In their left paws were forks and they were surrounding some poor man in green. he laid on the ground with many forks sticking out of his back.
"Pandas", she heard Lithuania whisper. "Why pandas".
Well thanks to Lithuania the pandas noticed the four intruders. The creatures left the poor man and began running towards the girl. She screamed and ran into the nearest room. The brunette flung open the closet door and backed into the farthest corner. Something solid stopped her and no it was not the wall.
Before she could say anything a hand covered her mouth. The only noise came from the person's heavy breathing and her raising heartbeat. So she did the only thing any logical person would do. Lick the stranger's hand.
Their hand goes away and the girl attempted to lunge out of the closet. before she could open the door she was yanked back by the wrist and just in time. The sound of the door slamming closed and a sudden scream filled her ears. It sounded like a little girl.
The walls shook and the screams continued. Then all at once silence greeted her ears. The stranger released the girl and pushed her out of the closet. The Italian tumbled across the room and bumped into something soft.
"What the hell", she picked up the panda stuffed animal and looked around at the forty-nine others that circled around the room. She followed their stares to one of the walls and dropped the doll. There nailed to the wall was little Latvia. His chin dropped to his chest and though not as visible due to his uniform being red, blood dripped from his limp hands.
"Gaaah scary da-ze", a voice shrieked behind her. She turned her head and saw a man step out of the closet with a curl and short black hair. "We should go back into the closet".
"Um bro", she stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "In horror movies the character that stays in the closet usually dies".
Much to her advice the man returned into the closet and slammed the door. The girl shook her head sadly and inspected the corpse. Poor man was going to die horribly.
She found a knife and key in Latvia's pockets. The weapon looked as if it had never been used which was good for the girl. One would never want to go around with a bloodied knife, people may get the wrong idea. But...just incase she shoved the knife into her boot with the key. A very safe place for both objects, yet remembering they are there would be the biggest problem.
Bella left the room and saw the one across from her slightly ajar. she peeked in and saw 2p Italy holding up Lithuania's body by the collar. The nation's head was bleeding and on the wall was a blood smear.
Not knowing what to do, the girl chucked her candle at the horrible man and watched as it fell to the ground and started the carpet on fire, yet 2p Italy was left completely unmarked. It was the kind of thing that happened only in anime.
He dropped the body and moved to the girl slowly with his arms extended out. she backed up a few inches before turning and sprinting for her life. Of course neither of them saw Lithuania reach up for help. Neither one of them saw the poor little nation drag himself across the floor only to be stopped by a wall of fire.
Rip Lithuania and Latvia
