(A.N. Well, Kleptogirl requested Italy, and who am I to ignore a request? And anyway, I have a really good one :D I'm only going to be doing North Italy (Veneziano), so Romano is still open for requesting. I couldn't really find a good ghost story for North Italy, so I'm going to try to make one up. Yay scary stories! As a side note, did any of you guys know that there's a movie called Italian Ghost Stories? I kinda want to go see it now...)
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"Does my little tomate have a story he wants to tell?" Spain said, pointedly looking at Romano. "Everything is a tomato to you, idiot." was the reply. "And GET OFF MY FRATELLO, POTATO BASTARD!" Romano roared at Germany. When Lithuania had finished his story, Belarus had taken the opportunity to grab Russia and start squeezing him to dea- I mean hugging him and chanting "Marry me," which had scared Italy enough to send him into Germany's arms with a terrified expression on his face. Italy whimpered.
"Ve~ It just reminds me too much of this one haunting in Venice. A pair of newlyweds were on their honeymoon there, but they made the mistake of renting rooms at this really old hotel-the Isla de Costa. It is a very nice hotel, and they serve really good pasta, but because it dates back to the 1500's, it has seen a lot of history, and it has a few ghosts. The room that this couple had rented for the weekend was being haunted by the malevolent spirit of a plague vampire." (In the 1500's, the Black Plague sprang up again around Italy, and if you're a Doctor Who fan, it's the same time period as Vampires in Venice. If you Google Vampires of Venice, when you get past the Doctor Who stuff, you'll find an article with a picture of a skull with a brick in it. A symptom of the plague was that the victim would bleed from the mouth after death, and the superstitious locals believed that the unfortunate victim was a vampire; rising out of the plague pits at night to suck the blood of the living and spread disease. They weren't very informed back in the 1500's...) Italy had a strangely blank look on his face, and when Italy of all nations has no expression everybody pays attention. He spoke almost in a monotone (another red flag) as he remembered the terrible events of that night. "The couple loved each other very much, or at least they thought they did, but the nature of plague vampires are to corrupt and twist. One night, it found the man and the woman sleeping in different beds. It decided that their relationship was not going as it wanted them to. To "fix" them, the vampire appeared in the man's dreams, when he was most vulnerable. It whispered lies to the man and planted the seed that blossomed into suspicion and, after time, hate. It whispered that the man's wife didn't really love him, she was just in the relationship for the sex, and she would be happy when he died. His wife was probably having an affair at that very moment, on their honeymoon, with another man, a better man, whom she truly loved. The man woke with a start. He looked around wildly to see an empty space where his wife should be. He didn't want to believe the spirit; he wanted to think that his wife loved him, but that idea had already been planted in his mind, and the suspicion grew. In reality, his wife had gone to the bathroom, but he didn't know that. The husband heard quiet footsteps in the hallway, and the (bathroom) door opened softly and shut. 'Ah ha!' he thought to himself. 'She's probably come back from sleeping with that other man!' He quickly laid back down and pretended to be sleeping, but was watching his wife's movements closely. She sat down on the bed, which creaked quietly. 'Oh!' thought the wife. 'He's sleeping. I shouldn't wake him up.' So, when the bed squeaked, she stopped sitting down and eased herself onto the bed. 'She doesn't want me to realize that she's been out of the room with someone else!' thought the man. 'Why didn't I see it before?' 'He's frowning.' thought the wife. 'I wonder if he is having a bad dream. I will ask him in the morning.' When morning finally came, the husband was paranoid. 'Will I catch her again?' he thought to himself, the previous night's events still planted firmly in his mind. The suspense was killing the husband, driving him insane. The wife, oblivious to her beloved husband's plight, went about her daily business as usual. The couple had fallen in love with Venice before their wedding, and they had come partly for their honeymoon, but also because they wanted to buy a house there. As it happens, the realtor was a man, and "coincidentally" (really just by sheer bad luck), whenever they had scheduled to meet him the husband had to go off and do other things. Normally, the husband was OK with this, (because which guy in his right mind would want to go and look at houses all day?) but after the vampire had made its move, this idea went over like a lead balloon. He became convinced that the realtor was the man that his wife was having an affair with. He still had other business to deal with, and his wife still met with the realtor, but the last straw was when he saw his wife and the realtor come walking hand in hand down the road (A.N. I'm not sure whether they have roads in Venice or not, but just play along) laughing at their own private jokes. The man snapped. This was the "evidence" he needed to break his mind and drive him insane. The poor man's wits had been stretched to their breaking point and the sight of his wife walking with another man was too much. Silently, he made his way to the kitchen where he knew his wife kept a boning knife for cooking. The realtor and his wife came closer. The man got the knife and started to go towards the front of the house. They came closer. The man stood by the front door. The wife unlocked the door. The husband stabbed both his wife and the realtor fifteen times and dumped their bodies into the canals. After a few days, the agency reported the realtor missing. There were reports that several people had last seen him with the wife, so police came to question the wife about where the realtor could be. They met the husband, who said that his wife was out shopping and they should come back later. They insisted on staying and waiting for his wife to come back. After 45 minutes, the husband said that he would go to the market and look for his wife. In reality, he went threw himself off a nearby bridge.

The husband's body was discovered later that day, but the wife's and the realtor's bodies were never recovered. Their ghosts can be seen haunting the house along with the plague vampire and the very angry ghost of the jealous husband still holding the boning knife, stalking the bridges of Venice."

(A.N. So, North Italy's story :3 So, good, awful? Let me know! I have had a request to do Romania next for Myrna Maeve, so I'll post which countries you can choose from next chapter. Sorry it's taken this long to update, everyone. A lot of stuff's happened this week and it's only Tuesday... megusta)