*Thanks for reading! And...I'm having writer's block! But I am working on the next chapter with an idea in mind.- (Here's chapter 6! Enjoy!)

Italy continued to wander and he felt that something was terribly wrong. But what? What was wrong? He was nearly there...Almost to Germany's house. Maybe it was already too late. It couldn't be too late. The Italian continued to walk, recalling how to get to the German's house. The only thing he hoped right now was that Captain was ok. If Germany was ok then he'd have nothing to worry about. His heart still ached along with the persistent neck pains.

Italy tried to ignore the pain along with the sadness that kept coating his heart. He still didn't know why Luciano had tried to kill him. He seemed like a good friend...Why would he do that? Along the way he began to wonder what his friends were doing right now. They were probably worried along with the captain, maybe they were searching for him...His brother would be angry at him for being missing and Germany would probably scold him. He walked through a small town making his way to Germany's house.

Italy received strange looks and he tried his best to conceal the gash from sight, ignoring the stares of the townspeople. Some people stopped what they were doing to stare for a brief moment and others tried to stay away. Italy looked at his outfit and figured it was probably because of all the blood that coated his clothes. He was finally glad when he had made his way away from the town. Italy was afraid, but somewhat glad that he would get to see Germany again...If he was still around.

What would he do...If captain wasn't there? What would he do if he could never see him alive again? What would he do...What could he? Italy shoved aside the thoughts about Germany being dead and tried to keep his spirits high by thinking about his friends and what they would do. Japan would be standing there watching him and the others chat, while Germany would look grumpy like usual and scold Italy if he did something wrong in training. They would all head to the meeting place after training and...He would greet his friends and apologize for being gone.

They would all smile and chat to each other like they usually did...A few fights would break out and then everyone would make up and continue on. These were the nice thoughts that ran through Italy's mind. He just had to keep thinking about these and it would keep him going.

'Germany's house should be close by...' Italy thought.

He forced himself to break into a sprint, ignoring the lingering pains. He had a purpose right now...To see his friends. To warn Germany about the man, before it was too late.

Finally he had made it to Germany's house and he stared at the house for a moment. He recalled all the training sessions and scolding's he had gotten there, which brought a smile to his face. Italy walked up to the house and knocked on the door. He waited for an answer or the sound of footsteps, but there was none.

"Ve...Germany, are you there?" He asked hoping to hear the German's voice, but still no answer.

He knocked again, still eagerly hoping for his captain to open the door, but no reply.

"Germany!?" Italy pounded on the door afraid as the man's words seemed to be coming true.

'The last thing he will see is you killing him'.

These words had echoed in his head and they seemed to be coming true. Those words were like a knife to the heart and the silence didn't help...It didn't. He came hoping there was still time to warn Germany...But it must have been already too late.

'The man must have k-k-k-killed him.' He thought and just thinking about it made Italy's blood run cold.

His mind began to create a mental image of Germany's lifeless body lying on the floor. The mental image alone was enough to make the Italian afraid.

"CAPTAIN!" He screamed and continued to pound on the door.

No answer...Italy took a few steps away from the door. Then he charged at the door, attempting to break it down. The door didn't budge on the first try, so he proceeded to continue trying. He wouldn't give up! He had to know if Germany was ok! Italy ignored the persistent pains and kept trying to break down the door that stood in his way. After his many desperate attempts...The door still stood. Italy took a few deep breathes, his entire body was trembling.

"Germany...Your not dead...Are you..?" He whispered.

"Why would I be?", Came a familiar voice that made Italy's heart light up. He turned around and saw the German casting a curious glance at him.

Germany had left the meeting hall not long ago and he came home to see the Italian pounding on the door. He decided to wait and try to figure out what he was doing, before asking. After awhile of watching Italy attempt to break down the door, he decided to reveal himself and ask. Germany looked at the Italian closely and the curiosity soon changed to horror once he noticed the blood and wounds that covered Italy.

"Italy!?"

"What is it Captain...?"

"Why are you...?" Germany's voice trailed off.

He decided to change the question.

Did Romano do this?" He asked recalling the two running out.

"No...Romano would never do this, why do you ask?"Italy asked, curious to why he would think his brother was the cause.

"I'm asking, because you ran out of the meeting room with him...Last time I saw."

"...Captain...I wasn't at the meeting..." Italy said quietly.

"How could you not be? You...Left with me."

Germany didn't seem to understand. The Italian seemed to be talking nonsense..How could he not have been there? He had gone with him to the meeting and he had also run out with his brother.

'Did Romano injure him so severely that he had memory loss?' Germany wondered and looked him over again.

"You...Have a large cut across your neck. Come on; let's get it cleaned, before it gets infected."

"W-wait...Germany."

"What is it?"

"There's...a man that looks just like me...and...He wants to hurt you..." Italy said, tears filling his eyes as he pictured Germany, once again being dead.

"Italy...You need to rest, the wound seems severe..."

"You have to believe me!"

Italy wanted him to believe...He didn't seem to.

"Come on Italy." Germany said taking out the house key.

"You don't believe me...Do you..?" Italy said with a sad expression on his face.

"Honestly...Italy. It seems as farfetched as that mirror trick you showed us at the meeting...It's difficult to harm nations."

Germany put the key in the lock and turned the handle, he avoided the Italian's sad pleading eyes.

"I wasn't at the meeting! You have to believe me! I would never lie to you!" Italy shouted at Germany.

"Italy-"

He was cut short by Italy, who continued to cry. He slightly winced from the pain that he had tried to ignore. Germany saw him wince and knew that he had to get him inside now, to clean the wounds before it got worst.

"...Y-you...Don't trust me.?" Italy asked, afraid of the answer.

"Italy...I trust you...I just need proof."

"But...He did this..." Italy said pointing to the wound on his neck.

"...If you see this man again let me know..."

"~so, you do believe me!?"

Italy was glad that the captain seemed to start to believe him about the man.

"I partially believe...I still want to see proof, so if he comes around again, then tell me immediately."

Italy suddenly rushed at Germany and hugged him tight.

"I-Italy!?"

The German was shocked by this...It was unexpected, but then again he was Italy.

"Ve~ Grazie Captain."

Germany gave him a light pat on the head in return.

"Yeah...Yeah. Get inside, so the wounds can get cleaned." Germany said motioning towards the doorway.

Italy didn't let go of him, out of fear, but also out of happiness because he was alive and he also believed him. He hoped that his other self had lied about killing Germany too and right now it seemed to be another lie. The German dragged Italy inside and shut the door behind him. The entire thing sounded like the mirror trick, but...Italy wouldn't lie to him. He seemed to trust him too much to even do that.

Italy was usually open about things, when it came to their friendship and he wouldn't dare to risk it. Germany began to wonder if what Italy said was true or not. Judging by his voice...It sounded genuine...He even seemed afraid. Germany had noted that he had been slightly trembling and attempting to break down his door. Whoever the man was...He couldn't have been human. It's difficult to hurt a nation...Unless another nation harmed one another or had taken part. That was a possibility, but there were many possibilities. Germany decided that once he had cleaned Italy's wounds and he had got some rest...He would ask for the rest of the story.