Italy kept running, and running, and running. Beforee he knew it, he was at the front door. He shoved the key hurriedly in the lock and rushed out the door. He ran and was in the middle of the path, when… he stopped.
"I got out
I'm the only who survived
The only one who got out
I shouldn't have been able to get out
Italy began to cry again.
What the hell? This doesn't make any sense
Out of everyone, I'm the only one left?!"
"What the hell?!"
"What the hell?!"
Suddenly, the mansion doors opened. The creature began to walk towards Italy who froze in panic, but quickly regained his senses and ran to the gate. Just as he was about to run out, he stopped. The creature continued walking till.
"STOP!
I won right?
You couldn't catch me
You lost!
The moment I get out of here you'll lose
There's nothing you can do from that distance!
When I get out of here
This place won't be the same as before
As a nation, I will destroy this place"
The creature looked at the nation in front of him and came to a decision. He had driven Italy mad…perfect. The small nation stood there, arms out stretched, covered in his friend's blood, the journal in his hand.
"Doesn't that make you frustrated? Huh?
I'm your last trophy, after all.
You lost to the guy who's only redeeming feature is his fast feet!"
Now the thing thought about it, it was quite pitiful that he hadn't killed the small nation first of all.
"…back…"
The creature cocked it's head to the side, looking at the small nation in front of him. What did he just ask?
"Take us back
You can take us back in this warped space, can't you?
If you can do that, why don't you eat me first?
If you can catch me, that is."
The creature looked at the little Italian, or would it be Italy himself? A smile over-took the creature's face. Italy raised his hand and pointed at the thing.
"Go back!"
This time... I won't make any mistakes.