Ludwig sighed as he rubbed his headache. Feliciano skipped beside him, whistling happily.

"What's wrong Master?" the Italian asked, jumping in front of the German.

"You, that's what's wrong. I better not find you in my bed again".

Feliciano gave a sad expression.

"But your bed is comfy!"

"You have your own bed! Sleep in that one!"

"Ah, your so mean" Feliciano sulked as they walked along the street side. Houses full of gardens, birds singing and a blue sky surrounded them. A peaceful day.

"Here we are finally" Ludwig gave a sigh of relief, his spirits rising as they walked into the building named, 'Beer 4 All'.

The bell dinged as they walked in, heading towards the counter.

"One Krombacher" Ludwig told the bar-man.

"And you?" the bar-man turned towards Feliciano and stared.

"Ah-i-ah, what he got" The Italian replied, looking down at his lap in nervousness.

"Hmm" the bar-man turned and started making the beer.

As soon as Ludwig had finished his first one a loud group came in.

"Oh wow would you all look at that! It's Germany!" a man in a green coat, with thick eye brows and a funny accent laughed.

"Bonjour! Who is this little kitty you have with you Ludwig?" asked a man with long golden hair.

"His name is Feliciano, keep your hands off him Francy-pants".

"Wow dude i never knew you had an underling!" said an annoying American as they sat down at the counter.

"Ja well he isn't really an underling".

"Oh did you buy him at one of those idiotic slave auctions?" the Englishmen spoke then took a swig of beer.

"You can't talk Britain, you brought a little boy from there only a few days ago!" said the French man.

"Wow dude really? I never thought of you to be like that!"

Ludwig twitched as his peaceful surrounding were turned to dust. Feliciano turned to the German and gave a worried look.

"It'z nothing" Ludwig sighed.

"So you" the French man turned to Feliciano, touching his shoulder. "How long have you been with Germany? Has he done any nasty things to you yet? you know you can come stay with me, France, any time you want".

"Ah no, i'm ok, thank you for the offer though".

"Oi France!" the thick eyebrowed English man yelled.

"Oui England?"

"Hey Master, what are they calling each other?" Feliciano leaned over to Ludwig who, already up to his fifth beer, turned and sighed.

"They are countries feliciano, just like you and I".

"Ve, you're a country?"

"Ja, I'm Germany" Ludwig turned to face the Italian.

"And apparently you're Italy?"

"Si!" Feliciano grinned, the curl bouncing, caught Ludwig's attention.

"Hey," he started, grabbing the curl between two fingers, "What's this mean't to be?"

The German tugged at it and the Italian gave out a gasp.

"Ah! no Master don't!"

The group around them went silent, staring at the two.

"Does it hurt?" Ludwig asked pulling again. The Italian let out a moan, a blush came to Ludwigs face and he let go of the curl.

"Now now, what are you doing to the little kitty?" France asked, taking the curl between his fingers and twirling it.

Feliciano became red and cried out.

"Whata goen on you wankers!" England, also known as Arthur, stammered as he slumped over Ludwig's shoulder.

"Can you not do that? Get off" Ludwig ordered but the Britain simply smiled, leaning over and licked the soft fair German neck.

"What are you-!?"

"Relax wanker!"

"Dude don't hog!" The American jumped over and wrapped his hands around Ludwigs neck followed by a slam to the lips.

Ludwig turned bright red with anger and pushed the American back with so much strength that he was knocked onto the empty table behind them.

"ahem" came a voice from behind them all. they stopped and turned to see a mad Bar man standing over them with a bill.

As a large group they walked down the road with solemn expressions.

"It's all your fault frog" Arthur blamed.

"It was not my fault, it was your's you stupid British dump" France shot back.

Their bickering soon came to an all out fight of who's voice was louder, until Germany came in and smacked them on the head.

"You two should go home and think about what you have done".

"I don' wanna go home" The English man cried.

"Me too" the French agreed.

"Dudes! Let's all go to Germany's house!"

They all shouted in agreement, all besides Germany and Feliciano.

"No! No way are you coming to mein house!"

Feliciano shrunk back as the other three men glowed with a dark, menacing aura.

"M-Master..." he whimpered.

"I propose i drinking game at Germany's" Arthur grinned and the others nodded in agreement.

Ludwig started to sweat, a drinking game, how could he not? he loved drinking, especially beer. he could still say no, as long as they don't say..

"A beer drinking game" the frenchy whispered in the Germans ear and ludwig went still.

"O-Ok, but just for a while'.

Feliciano gulped as the three giggled and walked onwards towards his Masters house.

"Ok, Ludawig, getta outa ofa dis room arn don coma back untila we sayz" Arthur grinned and kicked the drunken German out.

"Ahonhonhon" Francis giggled.

"all right dudes, letz get started" Alfred, the annoying American, said.

They all turned to Feliciano who, drunk as hell didn't notice them come at him in a frenzy.

Francis produces a rope from underneath his clothes and tied the Italian's hands above his head.

Alfred ripped the silky shirt from it's buttons and dragged his tongue over the soft small pink nipples.

"ah," Feliciano breathed.

Arthur, the worst of them all, undid the zip of the Italian's pants and poured a slippery liquid over Feliciano's bottom half. Unfortunately for the Italian he had gone commando that day.

"Vwhat's goinz onz in vhere?" Ludwig called from outside.

"Ah, Ah!" Feliciano cried as Francis rubbed the Italian's Pene.

"letz me inz!" the German hit his fist on the door, a cry coming to his ears.

"Felicano?" he called but no answer.

"Feliciano!"

Ludwig walked back a few steps then ran forward, just as the door opened.

He fell and landed with a thump, his head dizzy.

"Ludawig, whata the hell is this boya!?" Francis cried as the Italian rose from his chair, the ropes that tied Feliciano now around him and the other two drunk countries.

"Feliciano?" The German breathed as a shadow befell him.

"Yes?" a dark face, with piercing eyes appeared in front of him. "What is it, Master?"

a grin appeared on the now dark Feliciano and Ludwig's eyes widened.

"You're notz Feliciano" he breathed causing the dark stranger to giggle.

"Yes i am".

a hand reached down and pulled Ludwig from the floor by his hair.

"Now, where should we start, maestro?"

"What are you going on about?" Ludwig growled and pushed them Italian back.

"Was ist falsch Heilige Römische Reich? " The Italian looked sadly up at the German.

"Did you just speak German?"

"ja was ist es?" The Italian replied, speaking official German.

"so Heiliges Römisches Reich, haben Sie mich vermisst?"

Images from far far back suddenly hit Ludwig like a tornado.

"What is happening?!" he gasped as more unfamiliar yet strangely deja vu-like pictures ran through his memory.

"Süße Träume, meine Liebe" Dark Feliciano whispered into Ludwig's ear.

"What, wait-NO-!" The German's voice faded out as darkness swooped into the room like a silent yet deadly shadow.

"Quando il sole sorge, il tutto sarà il caos!" The dark Italian cried out.


What will happen to Ludwig and the others? why does Dark Italy show up at the most crucial moments? and is Ludwig really HRE like 2p Italy says?

Find out in next chapter!

kyakya i love you all XD

translations - Master

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