Hello all! I have taken forever to write this because this is THE LAST CHAPTER! I don't want to end it! . This chapter is going to be from 3rd person because Italy is too insane to narrate. I have had so much fun writing this! I can't believe all the fans this has created! A BIG thank you to everyone! I honestly can't believe I've finally finished it! I'm going to try to write more dark stories like this one. I have a Seven Deadly Sins story for Yu-Gi-Oh and Hetalia (it MIGHT be a cross-over), mostly for my girlfriend who wanted another Yu-Gi-Oh fanfiction. BUT ANYWAYS, HERE WE GO;
Germany walked through the long white hallway. The walls were almost completely bear except the occasional picture of scenery in a failed attempt to make it feel home-y.
"Ah, Ludwig." The doctor touched his shoulder lightly.
"Hello doctor, how is he doing?" He had brought Italy to the mental hospital almost three weeks ago, he visited every week since. He had never stopped loving Italy, even after everything he put him through. He hoped that one day they would be able to be together again.
"Well, he just started opening up to us this week." The doctor sighed. "He says that 'Masaru' told him to do this." Germany stared at the doctor in a mix of shock and confusion.
"Who- who is that?" He asked.
"He says it's a voice in his head." Germany just looked at him in confusion. He didn't know how or why Italy had created this voice.
"Can I see him?" He asked. The doctor nodded. They walked down the long halway and the doctor unlocked the windowed door. Italy was there sitting at his head-board. "Italy?" Italy just giggled under his breath."Italy talk to me, ja?" Italy whispered something in his language that Germany couldn't quite hear. "What did you say?"
"I said, get out." His voice was twisted, it didn't sound like him.
"Italy, talk to me, I know this isn't you."
"Go AWAY!" Italy yelled, stunning the saddened Germany. There was a silence following the dangerous out burst. His voice rang in the air.
"Feliciano…"
"Ludwig, it's not safe for you to be here, be with me." This shocked the German man.
"What are you saying? You, you don't love me anymore?" Germany stared, shocked at the small man who was curled up in the corner of his bed. He looked smaller than he usually did.
"Is that what I have to say to get you to leave?" He wasn't looking at him, rather his face was burred in his hands.
"Even then I won't leave, I love you Italy."
"Damn it man! Don't you ever fucking learn?" Italy looked up at the taller man. Germany thought he saw a tear falling from his cheak "Even after all I put you through, all the other men- and women- I slept with? After tearing up your back like I did?" Italy put his face down. "I'm not sane. I can't be." He paused, adding a whispered; "He won't leave." Italy seemed to be arguing internally.
"I don't care about any of that Italy. I saw that you were going insane, why didn't you come to me? I could have helped." He couldn't think of anything else to say. He didn't know what to do, he stood there with his arms at his waist. He longed to wrap his arms around the Italian, to comfort the man as he did so many times.
"I can't." Italy shook his head, it looked like he was fighting tears but Germany could tell otherwise. "I just can't." Italy's voice was sober, and serous. Germany took the hint and turned to leave. He opened the door, before he could walk out Italy whispered; "I love you Germany." Germany didn't turn around to speak to the man, he just walked away. He didn't want to deal with that anymore. He ran a hand through his blonde hair. He walked through the cold hallways, hands in his pockets. He didn't know what to do now, he didn't know if he even wanted to be with the man anymore. Maybe I can move on now. Start another life. Germany shook his head, not wanting to think about it.
