Italy's eyes slowly open, a groan escaping his throat. His head is hurting...Where is he? Italy blinks when he realizes there's no light. Is his eyes open? He blinks again, opening his eyes...but he remains in darkness. Italy's heart beat starts to drum in his ears as he blinks rapidly, willing light to come to him. He's starting to panic. Why can't he see anything?
Italy tenses when he feels breathing on the back of his neck...He's laying on his side, a weight behind him and pressing into him. He feels something warm and wet on the back of his neck, moving back and forth. Arms are around him, holding him against this person.
In his panic stricken self from not being able to see he thinks of the worse person possible that this could be behind him and licking him. He thinks of Oliver's deranged smile in the darkness and those insane blue eyes.
"I just want to like it a little!"
Italy screams and tries to get out of this person's hold, pulling against them. "No Oliver! Don't eat me! I can't see and you wouldn't eat a blind guy would you? Have a heart! I don't taste good anyway! I'm super skinny!Please don't-" The person lets go of him, causing Italy to fall down off of the bed and onto the floor. He lands on his face. "Ouch..." Italy wines...just then the light comes back to him. Italy blinks a couple of times to get his eyes readjusted to the light before he tilts his head at the black piece of fabric that's on the floor in front of him. "Ve?" Italy picks it up, looking at it. "Why was this on my face? I thought I was blind!"
"Sorry kid that would be me." Italy blinks before he looks up at the bed he fell off of. Kuro is leaning over the bed to look down at him, a smirk on his face.
"Kuro that was you! I thought Oliver was licking me and- wait why were you licking me?" Italy frowns when Kuro winks at him.
"You're just too cute in your sleep kid. I couldn't help myself. You liked it! Don't even look at me like that because you were mewing in your sleep. You were digging it." Kuro watches as Italy stands up, he lays back in the bed, crossing his arms, putting them behind his head. "It's your fault for passing out again kid. Living with Oliver you're going to have to get use to his dumb shit. Seriously who the fuck mistakes someone for cake batter? I swear to you he's serious too. Dumb ass." Kuro mumbles.
Italy's stomach twists painfully when he remembers what Kuro is talking about...he remembers that nasty smell of burning flesh and the look on the man's face that came out of the stove. Why does Oliver have to do these scary things? Who was that person anyway? Was he one of the people who work in the castle? Now he's nothing but a burnt corpse.
"Don't you dare pass out again." Kuro grunts when he sees how pale Italy is getting. "It's not that bad. I've seen fucking worse. Luciano would have laugh..." Kuro's eyes get glossed over for a moment before he shakes his head. "It's hard getting use to the fact you're nothing like him." Kuro suddenly chuckles. "You should have seen the look on your face when you woke up and started screaming. You're scared shitless of Oliver!"
"Ve who wouldn't be?! He cooks people!"Italy shakes his head while Kuro chuckles. " and I couldn't see! I thought I was blind!" Italy blinks before he looks back down at the black fabric that was around his eyes. "Why was that on my face?"
"Oh I put it there." Kuro says causally.
"Why?" Italy tilts his head, a bit confused.
"Those eyes are too pure. They have too much light in them kid...too much innocence." Kuro looks at the ceiling for a moment before looking back down at Italy who is looking at him with those brown orbs that seem to shine. "They aren't the eyes of Luciano. Anyone can see it. I thought if I gave you a blind fold I wouldn't have to look at your eyes and you would look fucking bad ass at the same time but nah..." Kuro stares at Italy a moment before he sits up in bed. "can I ask you something kid?"
"What?" Italy's not use to seeing Kuro look so serious. Those dark eyes stare deeply into his own as if he's searching for something but he's not finding it. Kuro blinks, as if he's realized his own expression before he lays back and looks more relaxed and indifferent.
"So...what's the worse thing you've ever done?"
"The worse thing I've ever done?" Italy tilts his head, thinking about it. "Why do you want to know that?"
"Just wondering. I'll tell you what the worse thing I did in return. So don't hold back. Lay it on me! The worse thing that you've done!" Kuro locks eyes with Italy.
Italy has to think a moment...the worse things he's done?...well there was that time that he sneaked away from training to eat a lot of pasta and he ended up getting sick...Germany was really mad!...but no. He knows the worse thing he's done. Italy looks down...thinking about his pinky hooking Germany's. Kuro must sense the change in the Italian because he sits up excitedly.
"Wow! You've actually done something fucking bad? Well come on! Spill it! Don't worry kid, whatever you've done, I know I've done ten times worse." Kuro gets closer as Italy shifts from foot to foot.
"...Ve I guess I could tell you about it. I haven't really had anyone to talk to about it...because Romano would just go off on me and the Allies don't understand." Italy sits down on the bed next to Kuro.
"Allies? Your allies?" Kuro raises his eye brow.
"No well...kind of but no." Italy scratches his head. "The Allies was a name for the other side of World War 2. England, France, and later America." Italy smiles slightly. "Me, Germany, and Japan made up the Axis."
"That's a pretty bad ass name. Who came up with it? Probably your Germany right?" Kuro blinks. "World war...2? We just had one! And that was fucking bad enough. We only need one for fucking Luciano to ruin the whole world." Kuro grumbles...those eyes have a far away look but he hides it with his glare.
"Actually Japan came up with it." Italy chuckles a bit at the look Kuro gives him. "I know you said you didn't like how Kiku sounds but he's really creative and cool!-"
"Hey! I'm creative and cool! He's just a fucking square." Kuro grunts. "So what he came up with your name? It's not that cool anyway." He huffs stubbornly.
Italy giggles. "okay if you say so!" Italy stops chuckling for a moment...thinking about something. "...you said you guys had a World War 1 too? And Luciano took over the world at this time?" Italy frowns at how Kuro's face falls to a glare...he glares at the floor.
"Yeah...just fucking one." Kuro closes his eyes. "I don't know what your World Wars were about but the only one we had was because Luciano couldn't stick with what he had. He needed to destroy the whole fucking world. He's like a black hole, sucking everything up till there's nothing left. He's sucked this fucking world dry...and then he just fucking leaves!" Kuro shouts this, gripping his fist. He pants heavily, getting Italy a bit nervous. "He just fucking tosses as aside like we're shit! Like this whole world is his shit! I fucking know he's abandoned us, abandoned this world to fucking rot away...Lutz fucking knows but he doesn't fucking care. He's too much of a dumb ass, blinded by whatever fucked up disease he has for loving that monster! Ha! He loves him? I fucking hate him! He stole my country from me, stole my people...killed them, infected them with the zombie virus...and what can I do for them? Nothing!" Kuro takes deep breaths of air, squeezing his hands into fists. Italy frowns, looking over at Kuro...not knowing what to say. He feels his chest ache...this is all horrible. There seems to be nothing good about this world...Italy couldn't imagine being in Kuro's shoes...His country was taken from him, and he's Luciano's servant. Luciano abandoned him and Lutz...just left them here alone. Kuro's eyes...they shake in a way that Italy recognizes as not being stable. Just as Italy is about to say something to calm Kuro down...he does it himself.
"I was the last one standing did you know?" Kuro glances over at Italy, those dark eyes are so captivating. "I was the last one to fall. Luciano took over country after country silently so no one knew what was going on...by the time that everyone caught on, it was too late. Luciano was too strong. I teamed up with America...we were the only ones left. America fell first...Lutz took him down...Luciano had too many men. I was left, standing between Luciano and my people. He got through me though. He beat the shit out of me...and I thought I was going to be like everyone else. That I would have to suffer with my people, stay with them like everyone else had to but no...Luciano took me away to be his fucking slave...just because he 'liked my spirit'." Kuro grips his fist. He closes his eyes. "You got me off topic kid...you're suppose to be telling me whats the worse thing you've done...not take me down memory lane. Memory lane is a bitch." Kuro groans, grabbing his hair. "I need a fucking smoke." He digs into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He sticks one into his mouth before lighting it...taking a puff before blowing it out. "Go ahead kid. I spilled my guts now you got to. It's an eye for an eye here. That was Luciano's fucking favorite line. He's not fucking religious. He's going to burn in hell with all the other demons." Kuro takes a long inhale.
"I-I..." Italy frowns a bit, looking back down at his hands...Italy's not sure if this Japan is easier to talk than Kiku. Kiku was serious all the time and he never cracked a smile but...it was hard talking to him, never knowing what he's thinking or if he's lying. Kuro is the exact opposite...he'll be able to see what he's feeling on his face. And if he doesn't like something he'll speak his mind. Well...he did open up to him...he should do the same...He's been wanting to talk to someone...to confess his sin. "I...Betrayed my best friend." Italy's curl droops...His shoulders dropping. He knew this. He knew that he betrayed Germany...but he's never said it...to hear it from his lips...it just adds salt on this old wound of his.
"How?" Kuro exhales, the smoke dancing in the air. "By best friend...it was Germany right? Your Germany?"
"Si...During World War 2 I betrayed him. I dropped out of the war and then joined the Allies side. I watched him fall...I watched as Germany and Japan stood before the world...I didn't bare the guilt that they did. I was suppose to stay by Germany's side...but I couldn't." Italy rubs his arms.
"Why did you drop out of the war and join the other side? That sounds like a dick move on your part."
"Because I had to...The war was destroying me. I couldn't go on. I wasn't going to join the Allies side. I just wanted to be done with the war...but then Germany attacked me..." Italy looks down at his hands. "...I got the order from my boss to join the Allies...it was for protection."
"Then why the hell are you upset about that? Fuck him, he attacked you so that's what he gets. I thought you just ran off because you were a coward. Your country comes first." Kuro gives him a pat on the back. "It's weird hearing Germany attacked you...haha Lutz would never lay a finger on Luciano. I wish. If there's anyone that should want to rip him to the pieces the most it would be Lutz...but he fucking doesn't. He's insane. I hate him too. He's a piece of shit just like Luciano."
"Why do you say that?"Italy frowns deeply, looking over at Kuro. "Lutz is a nice person! He's been hurt so much...why are you so mean to him? Why aren't you two friends?"
Kuro actually cracks up at this. He laughs so hard he ends up coughing. "Why aren't we friends?! You serious kid? Have you seen that guy? He's a fucking robot. He's no longer a fucking person. He doesn't deserve the title either." Kuro sees the sadden and shocked look on Italy's face...he calms down a little. "You might feel sorry for him kid but don't. He does this shit to himself. I hate him. I fucking hate him. If he killed Luciano...the world wouldn't be as fucked up as it is. Did you know Lutz could have killed Luciano? He attacked his country first...he had no army. He showed up by himself. Lutz didn't kill him. No. He fell in love with him and let him take his country away from him. He let his people die by his hands...and Lutz didn't even flinch. He doesn't give a shit about his people. All he cares about is himself. About getting Luciano's love which is never going to happen." Kuro glares away from Italy's sadden eyes...it's just upsetting hearing Japan speak so ill of Germany but also upsetting thinking about Lutz giving his country to Luciano...not caring about his people who die...Italy can't believe that. Lutz had to feel it...he has to feel the cries of his people...In that dark room filled with broken dolls of his people...he has to feel alone. He has to feel the pain...
But he deals with it for Luciano. The man who's caused all his pain.
"Don't worry. It's a mutual thing. Lutz hates my guts too." Kuro grins at this part, chuckling before taking a puff of his smoke.
"Why?" Italy sniffles, feeling his eyes water.
"Haha it's funny why he hates me! It's fucking hilarious!." Kuro laughs, closing his eyes. "He hates me because he's jealous of me! Luciano gives me more attention and he doesn't treat me like he treats Lutz just because I don't fucking let him treat me like that. And I don't follow him around everywhere. He's also Jealous because I've had sex with Luciano sooo many times. I can't even count." Kuro's face turns a bit sour. "Not that I'm proud of it. It sucks because I'm always the fucking bottom. Luciano's rough you know? He likes all that crazy shit too and I'm just not feeling it-"
"W-Wait you and Luciano have..." Italy glances around before leaning closer. "made love?"
"...Uh yeah isn't that what I just said?" Kuro blinks. "why the fuck are you whispering? I've done worse trust me-"
"But you just said you hated Luciano! Why would you make love to him?" Italy's head is spinning...him and Japan having sex?! Italy can't even picture Kiku having sex! He's so collected and he doesn't like to get naked! But he really can't picture him and Kiku making love!
"You don't got to love someone to fuck them." Kuro laughs. "I'm a sucker for a good fuck. Am I right or am I right? You know what I'm talking about!" Kuro pats Italy on the back chuckling. "And you see that's why Lutz hates me so much! This is the funny part!" Kuro is cracking up. "Sometimes when we fucked he would make Lutz watch. He would do as he was told but you could see him tearing up."
"He would make Lutz watch that?! That's horrible! Lutz loves Luciano so to see that has to hurt..." Italy frowns deeply...why is Luciano so cruel to him? Why does he treat him so? Lutz has done nothing but give everything to him and served him...all Luciano has done in return is hurt him.
"That's why it's so funny! Damn after that the fucker hated me with a passion. He still does. He hides it well being a robot though. He tried to step at me once. Ended up getting in a fight and then Luciano fucking punished the both of us" Kuro grunts.
"But...But don't you feel bad for hurting him?-"
"Not at all. I don't feel sorry for him and neither should you. He's a bastard." Kuro takes a deep inhale of his cigarette. "So...that was seriously the worse thing you've ever done?"
Italy doesn't like how Japan and Germany are in this world...he wants to mend this relationship but he doesn't know how...everything is so messed up in this world. Kuro laughs at Lutz's pain...and it doesn't look like he'll listen to what Italy says. "Si...I think so." Italy thinks about it before he nods...
"SO innocent." Kuro sighs before throwing his cigarette down and stomping it out. "the worst thing I did? Heh...it's what I haven't done that's the worse. I can't get out of this fucking hell hole. I'm stuck. Stuck in serving Luciano and ignoring my people's cries. Even if I killed Luciano, the whole fucking world would be after me too. We're all hated now. By our own people and the rest of the world. They think we have abounded them...and maybe we have. There's nothing left in this world kid. Nothing but hate. I know it...and I know you fucking know it. Those eyes of yours don't belong in a world like this. Hopefully if Oliver stops playing fucking games we'll be able to get you back home."
"Yeah hopefully.." Italy's stomach doesn't feel right...it hurts. Why did hearing about going home make him feel bad?...He wants to go home but maybe it's because...he thinks of Lutz. Luciano is going to come back and he's going to go back to beating Lutz and hurting the world. He's going to come back and this world won't get any better...It's not like Italy can make it better...But Italy wonders if he can be happy being back home knowing what's going on in this world? Knowing that Japan and Germany are suffering? That the whole world is suffering? How can he go on like everything is normal, leaving this place behind? He's seen things he never thought he would...things he'll never be able to unsee...who knows what Luciano is doing to his world?...when he comes back will everything be ruin? He couldn't work so fast could he?...
Italy feels torn. He knows he has to leave this place as fast as he can for his world's and his sake but...what about this world?...Leaving it feels like he would be...
Forsaking it. Forsaking Kuro. Forsaking Lutz...Italy has a soft spot for Lutz. He just wants to give him all the hugs that he can. He just wants to hold him close and sing to him so he'll feel calm. He just wants to see him smile.
Suddenly a loud screech breaks through Italy's thoughts causing him to squeak in surprise, covering his ears quickly. The sound is worse then then someone dragging their nails down a black broad! His whole body is covered in goosebumps. "ahhh!"
"What the fuck?!" Kuro covers his ears getting out of bed, a wince on his face. "Stop-" screecheeee "Ahh stop that fucking shit!" when the horrible sound is sounded again, Kuro growls. "Mother fucker i'm beating the shit out of you! Come on kid! You're going to beat the shit out of whoever is doing this too." Kuro grabs Italy's arm and starts dragging him out of the room, his face a scowl.
"B-But I don't want to get closer to the sound! It hurttts!" Italy whines but Kuro is much strong than him. He easily pulls Italy, following the sound as their guide...Kuro suddenly comes to a halt in front of a door that was in Romano's hallway. Italy was expecting him to break through the door with how mad he looks...but instead Kuro hits his forehead with his hand.
"Aw man what the fuck now?" Kuro groans. "Get ready for something crazy kid."
"What-" Italy starts to question but he never gets a chance to finish. Kuro kicks the door open, letting go of Italy to have his hands out and ready. Italy blinks...only for his blood to turn cold when he sees just who's making this horrible sound.
Oliver sits in the corner of this large room, his back turned to them. The only sound right now is Oliver mumbling something to himself...his hands are twitching oddly, unnaturally before he grips his hands and lets out a loud screech.
"Shut the fuck up Oliver! What the fucks wrong with you!" Kuro shouts at him. Oliver stops mid through his screech. All goes quiet and Oliver's body goes still.
"K-Kuro maybe we should g-go." Italy gets behind Kuro when Oliver slowly stands up, his back still facing them.
"NO! This mother fucker gave me a head ache!" Kuro growls at Oliver. "What the fuck are you doing making sounds like that? I'm getting tired of your shit Oliver! Have you even been trying to get Feliciano back to his world?!-"
"It's gone." Oliver's voice is dark. He doesn't turn to face them...Italy's a bit glad for that. Italy whimpers and grips onto the back of Kuro's shirt.
"What's gone?" Kuro raises his eye brow.
"It'sgoneit'sgoneit'sgoneit'sgone." Oilver starts repeating this over and over again, his fingers twitching against his thighs. "Don't you SEE?!" Oliver suddenly whips around, a deranged smile on his face that seems like it could rip his whole face in half. His fingers twitch faster and his body convulses with his laughter. "It's gone! It's gone! IT'S GONE!" Oliver roars in laughter...It's mad laughter.
"What the fuck is gone?! You're not making any sense you fucking basket case!" Kuro growls, he grips his fists, his eyes narrowing.
"K-Kuro we should run away! Oliver's eyes are blue! He's not in the right mind!" Italy trembles, looking at those light blue eyes of Oliver's that are trembling.
"IT'S ALL I HAD LEFT!" Oliver shouts, his face changing to that of a monster...his eyes gleam and in a blink of an eye he's in front of Kuro and Italy. He reaches out, grabbing Kuro by the face, pink power seeming to flow out of him and into Kuro. Kuro shouts out in pain before Oliver tosses him aside like a used up toy.
"Kuro!" Italy cries out in alarm, watching as Kuro hits the wall, falling on his face..He's not getting up.
"Opps my hand must have slipped." Oliver giggles glancing over at Kuro, those eyes shaking. "Silly me~" Italy feels a panic in his chest as Those crazed eyes fall on Italy who is trembling, tears at the corner of his eyes. Oliver's face changes, and his teeth show as he smiles. "It. Was. My. Favorite." Oliver chuckles under his breath, his body shaking.
Italy doesn't waste any more time. He does what a true Italian would do in this situation. He runs. He runs like hell.
"Where are you going? Are you leaving me too? ARE YOU LEAVING ME?!" Oliver started speaking sweet only for his voice to change to a roar. Italy runs faster but he can hear Oliver's footsteps behind him. Italy's heart feels like it could beat out of his chest. There's no one here to save him from Oliver. Kuro seems to be down for the count...Lutz isn't here...who knows where Romano is?...It's just him and Oliver.
"P-Please Oliver! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!" Italy cries out when he hears Oliver's foot steps closer. He can almost feel Oliver's heavy breathing on the back of his neck.
"Are you trying to escape me too?!" Italy screams when he's tackled down to the floor. He's turned around so he's laying on his back...facing that crazed face that's staring down at him. That large smile hasn't left his face as those shaking blue eyes lock eyes with Italy's terrified brown. Italy can see his own reflection in those blue eyes of madness. "After everything I've done?! Are you going to leave me?!" Oliver grabs Italy's neck, tightening his grip. Italy struggles against him, his eyes wide with fear. "Are you?!" Oliver laughs loudly...tears gather in those crazy eyes before they begin to fall down his face. He continues to laugh...but he's crying. His grip on Italy's neck loosens...to the point Italy can speak...but Italy doesn't know what to say. His tears are falling on his face...
"You want to leave don't you?" Oliver chuckles but he's still crying.
"O-Oliver..." Italy swallows hard..shaking under this man...but there's something so sad in those crazy blue eyes that Italy has to reach out...touching this man's hand. He's scared but.. "...What's wrong? I don't understand what you're talking about.."
Oliver's smile suddenly falls completely...he lets go of Italy's neck...now there's only his tears. They fall down his face before he holds his face in his hands. "It's gone!...the pendent is gone!...it was all I had left to remember my time with Allan!...It was his birthday present! He got so mad when I tired to eat him that one time that I made it for him to make up for the trouble I've caused him."
"But...if it was a present for Allan why would you have it?" Italy frowns when Oliver's breath catches.
"Hehe...he gave it back." He laughs oddly. "He gave it back when he LEFT ME! Ohh of course I knew the day would come! They grow so FAST don't they?! One minute you have them the next they're GONE! Hahaha one minute they need you, the next they DON'T!" Oliver calms down a little...his tears seeping through his fingers. "But it's just the pains of being a parent sweetie..."
Italy frowns...so in this world America left England just like in his world...but in this world it seems America hates England...he burned down his home and hurt him. Italy doesn't know what to do or to say. He's afraid that Oliver will go in killer mode again at any moment.
"well...did you lose it?" Italy fiddles with his fingers. "If you want I could help you look for it-"
Oliver suddenly looks up...his eyes no longer that blue but green. He giggles before he lashes forward, wrapping his arms around Italy making him squeak in fear. "aww you're so cute sweetie! You would help little old me?" Oliver pulls away to bat his eyelashes, those green orbs of his shinning.
"A-Ah sure...as long as you don't kill me or eat me." Italy smiles nervously, trying to move away from Oliver but he only hugs him tighter.
"I would never do such a thing!" Oliver gasps. "that would be a crazy thing to do!"
"Y-Yeah..." Italy chuckles nervously again. "Crazy..."
"I really appreciate your offer to help sweetie but sadly we won't be able to find it...it's not on this world." Oliver chuckles. "Silly Luciano took it from me! He must have forgot to ask me! Such a silly boy..." Suddenly Oliver's eyes turn blue, his lips twitching. "But now it's destroyed! I FEEL it! Someone broke it! Destroyed it! Destroyed it! DESTROYED!-"
Suddenly Oliver is hit over the head with a brick, knocking him off of Feliciano who was starting to cry from fear. Italy blinks when he sees Kuro standing in front of him, glaring daggers at Oliver who is laying on the floor, blood pouring out of his head. "That was for fucking attacking me! Fuck you Oliver!" Kuro glances down at Italy who is trembling. "You alright kid?" Kuro holds out his hand towards Italy. Kuro's hard eyes soften just a bit...maybe he's taking pity on him. Italy doesn't know.
"K-Kuro you're not dead!" Italy sighs in relief...only to tense up when he looks over at Oliver. "D-DO you thinks he's going to get back up soon?"
"Nah." Kuro helps Italy up, grinning. "I got him good. So did you find out what the fuck his problem was? Something stupid right?"
"Well...not really. He told me that it was a pendent that was gone...and that pendent was a birthday present for Allan a long time ago. He said Luciano took it to my world...but then it got broken." Italy closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath...before he opens them back up.
Oliver is right in his face, a sweet smile on his lips before he touches Italy's nose with one of his bloody fingers from laying in his own blood making a 'boop' sound. Italy screams and moves back from Oliver , noticing Kuro had jumped away from Oliver.
"That's right! Oh sweetie you are such a good listener!" Oliver giggles before he looks over at Kuro who is glaring at him. Oliver frowns. "Oh dear...what happened to you Kuro? Did you fall down?" Oliver walks over to Kuro, touching the bruise on his cheek as a mother would her child...only to get his blood all over Kuro's face.
"What the fuck! Get your hands off of me! You're the one who fucking did this to me asshole! Remember? When you went bat shit crazy over some pendent!" Kuro smacks his hand away, glaring at him.
"The pendent!" Oliver's eyes tear up and he sighs heavily. "That pendent always made me remember good times! Would you like me to share one of my good times with you guys?" Oliver looks over at Italy and Kuro excitedly.
"U-Um no thanks."
"No. Fuck off Oliver."
"I knew you guys would!" Oliver squeals before he reaches out, touching both Italy's and Kuro's foreheads...his fingers lighting up pink.
"What the fuck I can't move!"
"M-Me either!"
"Keep all hands and feet inside the ride at all times!" Oliver giggles. "I rhymed!"
"Damn it Oliver...just damn it." Kuro shakes his head. "Just no."
Before Italy can say anything else...his vision explodes into brightness...his body seems to fade away as his mind races to a unknown detestation.
"Oh Allan please come out! I made you a special cupcake!" a younger Oliver smiles sweetly at a door in front of him. He's holding a decorated plate which has a cupcake with pink icing on it. Those green eyes shine and his smile is tender. He knocks on the door cheerfully. "Allan~ let me in!"
"Go the fuck away!" A young voice yells at him through the door. "I told I don't know how many fucking times that I don't like sweets!"
"You will not speak that way Allan! You owe me two dollars in the swear jar." Oliver gives the door a stern look before he smiles sweetly again. "Oh I can't stay mad at you for long! Open the door! I made this cupcake full of my love for you!"
"I just told you I don't like sweets! And I don't want your love! Go away you fucking pedophile! Kidnapping kids!" the voice growls.
"That's another dollar Allan." Oliver blinks...before he chuckles. "Oh you silly boy! I didn't kidnap you! You had no home or mother! I couldn't simply leave you alone! Someone needs to show you love and take care of you!"
"You're a grown man who wears dresses and keeps a kid against his will! You're a creep!" The little boy shouts back.
Oliver blinks before he looks down at the white dress he's wearing...he smiles and giggles. "I wear this for you! I'm acting as your mother now! It's important for a child to have a mother and a father! I'm both! Now open the door sweetie!~" Oliver's eyes change to blue and he starts banging on the door. "Listen to your mother son! She said open the door you open the door!" His voice gets lower.
"Go away! You have fucking problems! No wonder your a full grown man with no wife! You're fucking nuts!"
"That's it young man! I'm breaking down the door! You will not talk to your mother like that!" Oliver growls before he kicks down the door, breaking his way into the room. A young boy is against the wall farthermost away from Oliver, his red eyes wide. Oliver's crazed eyes fall on the boy...he blinks before his eyes turn back green. He smiles sweetly, closing his eyes in his smile. "See? That wasn't so hard!" Oliver walks up to the small boy, holding out the cupcake. "Happy birthday Allan! You're getting to be such a big boy! And so handsome! You get your looks from your father!" Oliver's eyes turn blue and he chuckles deeply. "Oh honey you're making me blush." Oliver blushes.
Allan just looks at him with a look of disbelief...before he looks down at the cupcake...those red eyes aflame. "I said I don't like fucking sweets!" Allan smacks the cupcake down before he starts stomping on it. "I don't like sweets! I don't like you! I don't like it here! You're insane! How do you know if I don't have a mother? Or father? You don't know anything about me! I hate you!" Allan keeps stomping on the cupcake, his eyes on fire.
"I do know Allan." The small boy stops stomping on the cupcake to see Oliver kneeling in front of him...his eyes are green and deep...he's no longer wearing a dress but his pink dress shirt and pants. "You're alone. If you had a mother or a father...they would have come to get you by now. I've sent out fliers...it's okay. Sweetie I understand. I'm here to take care of you and be the parents you never had. I've done my research on you America. I know you say you hate it here but you're so young. If you go out in the real world, you will be snatched up and I'll never see you again. For your birthday...i've made you this." Oliver smiles as he holds out a heart shaped necklace...a picture of the boy in it. "I'm giving you my heart. I know I've tried to cook you and kill you...so wear this. This will protect you from me." He puts it in the small boy's hands. "this shows you how much I love you! Allan..." Oliver kisses him on the floor head. "Happy birthday-" Oliver pulls away to smile at the small boy...only for Allan to grab a shard of glass from the plate that had the cupcake and stab him in the forehead with it. Oliver falls back...blinking as blood falls down his forehead between his eyes and down his nose. Allan glares darkly at him, throwing the pendent on the floor.
"Get out of here you creepy old man! So you caught me! I don't have a mother or father! I don't need them! I don't need you! I can take care of myself!" Allan picks up the pieces of glass and throws them at Oliver..some stick through his suit while others miss.
"I'm glad you liked your gift!" Oliver smiles and gets up, the blood running down his face but he smiles. "I'm going to get started on your birthday dinner! And don't worry i'm making your favorite for dessert! Cupcakes!" Oliver cheers before he turns and walks out of the room. "Since it's your birthday i'll let your go for your foul language but be good Allan!"
"I don't like sweets! How many times do I..." Allan growls...he looks down at the pendent that he thrown in the shape of a heart. He glares down at the floor...but those red eyes flash with something.
Oliver suddenly pokes his head back into the room, his eyes blue. "Did you throw pieces of glass at your mother?"
"Go away!" Allan picks up a vase next to him and throws it at Oliver, hitting him right in the face...Oliver stares at him for a moment before grinning.
"That's my boy! You'll make the basket ball team for sure!" Oliver leaves...
"You're crazy old man..." Allan face palms.
Italy's eye sight comes back...andhe's able to move his body. Italy tenses when he sees Oliver staring at him and Kuro with his eyes sparkling.
"Oh my weren't' those good times? Allan loved me so much...he was such a cute sweet kid.." Oliver sighs happily.
Kuro and Italy look at him in disbelief for a moment...before Kuro breaks the quiet.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"So you see I gave the pendent to Allan to protect him from my magical powers and when I get a little angry I would stay away from him because he has something that drains my magic!" Oliver giggles, putting an arm around Kuro and Italy, Kuro knocks Oliver off of him but Italy's too scared to move. "Now I understand why all the magic was gone from your world! My pendent was sucking it up...your world must not have that much magic. So sad." Oliver looks at Italy sadly. "...the magic is back because someone broke the pendent.." Oliver sniffles.
"What a sad, sad story but since the magic is back and all shouldn't you be getting to work on trying to get the kid back?" Kuro grunts.
"...are you going to be okay?" Italy gets the courage to ask. Oliver whips his head over at him...smiling.
"Yes! I'll be fine sweetie! Ohh you're so cute! I'll be better once I eat your nose."
"W-What?" Italy trembles before wiggling out of Oliver's hold.
"Hey...is anyone else feeling funny?" Oliver giggles...blood still coming out of his head...before he falls down. His eyes closed.
"Oh he finally passed out." Kuro says indifferently. "A little late for my taste but whatever."
"I-Is he going to be okay?" Italy rubs his arms.
"Who him? Yeah he'll be fine." Kuro touches Oliver with his foot a bit. "I mean, i'm pretty sure. Yeah he's find." Kuro grunts.
"Shouldn't we clean up his wound?" Italy fiddles with his fingers.
"Nah...nah he's fine." Kuro crosses his arms. "I'm still pissed at him anyway. That gay pink ray hurt!"
"S-Sir Luciano." Italy blinks at the shaky voice behind him. He turns around to see a shaky man who's looking at Oliver. "I-I see you're angry but...a-ah good news! Lutz is back and he's brought Prussia! Do wish for us to deal with them? or-"
"Prussia and Lutz are here?! Send them up! I'm soo excited to see Prussia!" Italy cheers, closing his eyes in his smile.
Italy doesn't understand when he opens his eyes...the man has a wet spot in front of his pants. "R-Right away Luciano sir! W-We'll send them up right away!" the man quickly runs off.
"Holy shit you made that guy piss his self!" Kuro cracks up, patting Italy on the back.
"B-But how? I didn't do anything did I?"
"That smile! Luciano would only smile when he was about to do something bat shit...crazy..." Kuro's eyes widen suddenly...a smirk turning his lips. "That's it!"
"What's it?" Italy blinks when Kuro grabs a hold of him and starts shaking him.
"It's so obvious! Why hadn't I thought of it before?! Okay whatever happens, you talk to people with a smile!" Kuro grins largely.
"Oh okay...but I usually talk to people with a smile anyway! Smiles bring happiness!" Italy smiles.
"They sure do." Kuro smirks.
"West p-please don't! Don't do this to me!" A panicked voice fills the room as the doors to the living room open. It's a familiar voice, one Italy is use to hearing declaring how awesome he is...but right now he sounds...scared. Italy turns around only for his eyes to widen in shock.
Lutz walks in the room, his face blank, no emotion as he drags Prussia towards Italy...Prussia is in hand cuffs, the metal looks like it's cutting into his wrists leaving nasty welts. Once Prussia's shaking red eyes for on Italy, the tears that were already falling down his face fall harder. "Nooo! West don't! Don't! West please!"
Lutz doesn't respond. He pushes his brother so he falls on his face in front of Italy. Italy stares with his mouth open...the shock of this freezing him. Prussia whimpers on the ground, his small body trembling...He's so small too. It looks like he hasn't eaten in days. Prussia is so pale...paler than he should be. His eyes are blood shot and the bags under his eyes look like bruises. He looks exhausted..worn out...dirty. There's blood on his shirt and cuts on him.
"I have brought my brother as you have asked of me, my king." Lutz kneels, bowing his head towards Italy. He stands back up, his hat covering his face. "What do you wish be done with him?"
"Holy shit he really did it!" Kuro smirks at Lutz, crossing his arms before he turns that smirk on Prussia. "See what did I tell you kid? He's a fucking bastard...He'd kill his own brother for you." Kuro looks at the shocked look on his face. "It's your move what you do. You are the king. I'll fill you in of this man's crime. He tried to steal Lutz away from Luciano but he was caught. He ran from the king though he was meant to be put to death. Luciano ended up forgetting about him pretty quickly though. No one remembers this guy." Kuro chuckles. "He's not even a real nation anymore! He's worth nothing more than a human with no where to go."
"D-Don't speak down to me..." Prussia speaks weakly, quietly. "No one remembers me...but at l-least I haven't abandoned my p-people."
"Oh yeah?" Kuro hisses, those black eyes getting darker. "Your people? You mean Lutz's people. Your nothing but a sad reminder of how the past was."
Prussia bows his head, he's trembling. "I-I haven't done any crime!" The tears fall more. "Y-You stole my brother...you're hurting and using him!..."
"What will his punishment be, my king?" Lutz suddenly pulls out a gun, he cocks it before pointing it against Prussia's head. "Do you wish for me to kill him?" He says it with nothing in his voice.
"W-West please don't!...I-I'm your brother!...You're all I have l-left! I no longer have my nation...i'm forgotten but at least you remember m-me...D-Don't destroy me for trying to help you!" Prussia's eyes widen, those tears falling down faster.
"Just go ahead and shoot him Lutz." Kuro grunts.
Italy's wide brown orbs have watched this horrible display...his ears have heard every word. After staring in shock for so long, everything catches up to him. "Stop!" Italy's voice sounds through the whole room, surprising everyone, even himself.
"Stop?" Lutz looks up at Italy, to see the tears there.
"This is wrong! This is all wrong! This is Prussia! Why are you pointing a gun at him?" Italy runs till he's in front of Prussia. The once strong nation squeaks in fear, averting those red eyes, his body trembling. "He's your brother Lutz! You can't kill him just because of his word!" Italy looks up at Lutz only to see the shocked expression on his face. Those odd blue eyes stare at him deeply before looking down.
"Forgive me but it's always been in the king's interest that my brother should die. I will answer his call. I will answer your call. Tell me what we will do with him and it shall be done my king." Lutz says this like it's nothing...with his brother crying and hand cuffed. Italy can't believe that Lutz doesn't care for his brother...he couldn't be like how Kuro described him. Lutz has feelings! He's not just a machine...he can't be...He couldn't just kill Prussia without batting a eye lash.
"I-If you're going to do something w-why don't you go ahead and do it!" Prussia closes his eyes tightly. "I-I know you..you're the one who wants to see my blood l-Luciano. G-go ahead...take the only thing I have left. My life. I-I'm not afraid of you..." Prussia's voice is too soft, and he's still crying. Italy can't help think that Prussia would never be like this. His Prussia would be cussing Germany out and he would be cussing Italy out and he would be shouting about how awesome he is and how nothing he could do would destroy him. This Prussia cries and trembles...his voice isn't loud like Prussias...those eyes can't look him in the face.
"I'm not taking your life! I don't want that! What happened to you Prussia? You're covered in cuts! You look horrible! Have you eaten?" Italy looks over the prisoner in concern.
"W-What?" Prussia looks up at Italy in surprise before those red eyes get out of focused...with a groan he falls over, hitting the ground with his eyes closed.
"He passed out! Someone get these cuffs off of him!" Italy frowns at how the cuffs are digging into his wrist.
"A-Are you sure my king?" Lutz's hat is covering his face once again, his voice shaky.
"Yes! Hurry Lutz!" Lutz gets down on his knees and takes out a key...he unlocks the hand cuffs, taking them off. Italy puts his hand on Prussia's forehead..his eyes widening. He's so warm! "I think he has a fever! Why is he so dirty and hurt?"
"Don't look at me." Kuro grumbles. "I forgot about him remember! I don't know where the fucker was...where was he Lutz?"
"He met me outside of Germany for my request." Lutz speaks blankly.
"I say we fucking lock him up and keep him there." Kuro crosses his arms...he looks at the look on Italy's face and sighs. "Oh god...don't tell me you're going to be all merciful on his ass! I don't like this guy! He's fucking weird...too quiet. He disappears! Why don't we just make him disappear for good?"
Lutz doesn't respond. He just glances over at Italy who is still touching Prussia's head.
"Do you think Oliver would have medicine?" Italy looks over at Kuro with pleading eyes. "I don't want him to disappear. In my world, Prussia is one of my good friends! And this Prussia hasn't done anything wrong! He just wanted to save his brother from Luciano and I don't blame him! All he does is hurt him!...all he does is hurt all of you." Italy looks back down at Prussia...Kuro looking at him in surprise. "I didn't mean to raise my voice I just...this world is so sad. Everyday it hurts seeing things like this. I don't want anyone to be hurt like this."
"That's how this world is. Don't pity us kid." Kuro's dark eyes change as they stare at Italy, how he tends to Prussia...He glances at Lutz...before he looks back down at Italy. His lips turn to a small grin. "so what do you want to be done kid? You're the king. It's your call."
"I want to make him better." Italy says, not even having to think about it.
"What do we do when he's better? Lock him up?"
"No...we let him go." It feels weird on Italy's lips, giving orders...but he knows it's necessary of him now. "He will be free. I release him from all crime."
"...Well damn. That guy's fucking lucky you're here kid haha if Luciano was here he would have killed him in a heart beat...but you're not him right kid?" Kuro says this with a small grin before closing his eyes. "well I better get Oliver up-" Kuro opens his eyes, looking were he left Oliver...only for him not to be there anymore. "Were the fuck did he-"
"Did someone call for a sexy nurse?" Oliver suddenly appears in front of Italy, getting him to squeak out in fear. Oliver is wearing a nurses outfit with a first aid kit. He winks at Italy before he looks down at the half alive Prussia. "Oh dear! The poor thing! We'll have to give him a bath and look at those nasty wounds! You poor little cutie! Oliver is here to take care of you" Oliver soothes as pink light surrounds Prussia...He's lifted off the ground. "I'll take care of him!" Oliver giggles before skipping away, Prussia floating by his side.
"I better fucking go with him so he doesn't end up chopping him to pieces." Kuro grumbles, following Oliver.
Italy watches them go...taking a deep breath. Prussia is going to be okay...Oliver is good with taking care of people...he just gets crazy sometimes so as long as Kuro is watching him it should be fine.
"You..." Italy blinks when he hears that deep voice behind him...but it's shaky. He looks behind him to see Lutz on his knees, gripping the tip of his hat, it's pulled down so he can't see his face...he's shaking. "You are setting my brother free?...even though he has sinned against your kingdom?"
"Wanting to save you is no sin Lutz. He was just being your older brother...he doesn't deserve to die for that. He deserves to be rewarded! He did a brave thing for you!...why would you turn him in Lutz?"" Italy frowns deeply, touching his shoulder.
"Because you asked to see him. I can not deny you anything. I would give you my brother. I would kill him if you told me to...I would answer your call but..." Lutz's shoulders shake slightly. " you are caring for my brother...you are setting him free!...my king, forgive me..." Italy's eyes widen a bit when he sees the drops of water falling from Lutz's face, that hat hiding his eyes. "I'm showing weakness once more but you are too kind. It confuses me...I was willing to destroy my brother...but you are letting him go...thank you my king. Thank you for not making me watch his death. Thank you..." Lutz gently grabs Italy's hand before leaning down and kissing it repeatedly.
"Y-You don't have to thank me Lutz...I would never do that to you or Prussia. You don't have to worry about that while I'm here...I'm different from him Lutz." Italy blushes slightly at how tenderly Lutz is kissing his hand. It's a little bit different for him is all... "It's okay to cry too Lutz...I told you that." Italy reaches out with his other hand and cups his cheek...careful not to touch the cut on his cheek he rubs it with his thumb, wiping the water there. Lutz's breath catches...but he soon melts into the touch, his lower lip quivers, causing him to bite it.
"...Lutz can I take off your hat?" Italy says softly, hating that hat from the beginning.
"...You will not like what you see my king." Lutz tenses up.
"I want to see you Lutz...Please let me take off the hat." Italy keeps speaking gently, rubbing his cheek to sooth him into it. Ludwig has a beautiful face. He knows Lutz has one too. Luciano is just horrible...calling him ugly. He wants Lutz to know he's beautiful too.
Lutz doesn't respond for a moment...before he nods, seeming to submit. Italy grabs the hat...happy he's finally going to be taking this off...it doesn't suit Germany. Italy takes the hat off and it falls to the ground. Italy blinks as he stares at...Lutz. Italy is a bit surprised to see Lutz's blond hair isn't straight back...no it's actually curly. Small curls all throughout his hair. Lutz looks to the ground, tears at the corner of his eyes, those odd eyes ashamed and frighten. Italy stares at him...he has a boyish face with those small blonde curls. It's actually really cute. Big ol Germany with small little curls.
"D-Do you wish for me to put the hat back on? I know I am ugly my king. I don' want you to get angry with me." Lutz reaches for the hat only for ital to stop him.
"You're not ugly Lutz! Luciano was wrong to ever say that to you!" Italy cups his cheeks...making this man look at him. Those frighten eyes stare back at him as Italy rubs those tear-stained cheeks. Italy smiles as brightly as he can. "You're beautiful."
Lutz just stares at him with wide eyes...he opens his mouth but nothing comes out. "You're beautiful." Italy smiles before he kisses Lutz on both of his cheeks making him tense up and his cheeks to get a bit pink in color. Italy chuckles before he lets go of him. "I like seeing your face...but I know you like your hat. It's up to you if you wear it or not."
"...I will wear it." Lutz puts the hat on..hiding his red cheeks. "Y-You kissed me..."
"Hm? Oh si! It's a Italian thing! You kiss in greetings and saying goodbye! That was your greeting. Oh did it make you feel uncomfortable?-"
"N-No." Lutz coughs in his hand, calming down. "I mean no my king. Forgive me...I'm not use to such tenderness."
"You can kiss my cheeks in greetings too! Me and Ludwig do that!" Italy smiles at Lutz.
"I-I couldn't..." for some reason Italy knows he's blushing under that hat.
"It's up to you." Italy chuckles before he hugs Lutz. "So what do you want to eat while we're waiting for Prussia to get better?"
"Any thing that you wish me to eat."
"Aw come on...tell me, what's your favorite meal?"
"...I do not know."
"...Did you like my pasta?"
"Yes, my king. It was very good."
"Then i'll make that for you! I'll make some for Kuro and Oliver too! I'm sure they are getting hungry!" Italy smiles, hugging Lutz tighter. "I'll make some for Prussia too if he wants some when he wakes up!"
"...You should not be doing all this work for us, my king. It is our job to serve you, not for you to serve us."
"But this isn't work! I love cooking! I love cooking for others too! I want to do it." Italy smiles, feeling a bit better.
"...I will never understand you my king..." Lutz's voice is soft...it gets even softer. "...May I hold you back?"
"Of course! You don't have to ask!" Italy waits patiently for Lutz to wrap his arms around him...his chest heaves up and down...he holds him so carefully.
"I will always do as you say. You have nothing to worry about my king..." Lutz holds him so tenderly. "...I love you."
Italy smiles sadly,patting his back. "I know you love Luciano...maybe soon he'll be back...though I worry about you guys. I don't want him hurting you again but-"
"No...I mean.." Lutz voice becomes clear, even. "I love you.",
"...Huh?" Italy blinks before pulling back to look at Lutz. "You mean...Luciano?"
"No...I love you, Feli." Lutz says this so seriously. Those eyes lock onto his...Italy feels this strange feeling in his heart as his eyes widen at his words. "Forgive me for being so bold..." Lutz bows his head. "but...I may not be able to understand you...your ways are different but...I understand this feeling in my chest. I love you." Lutz looks up, a frown on his face. "Will you punish me for speaking so my king?"
"B-But Lutz you can't love me...I'm going to be leaving..I don't belong to this world." Italy frowns deeply, feeling something in him do a flip with Lutz looking at him with those serious eyes.
"I still love you. I know you will be leaving. It will make you happy and my happiness is your happiness." Lutz kisses Italy's hand once again. "I adore you my king."
He's so straight forward! Ludwig would never say anything like this...Italy finds himself blushing though. He gently takes his hand out of Lutz's. "S-So...would you like me to teach you how to make pasta? We can make it together!" Italy smiles nervously.
"I would love that my king." Lutz nods and maybe, just maybe Italy saw the smallest upturning of his lips...but it's quickly hidden by the hat.
"Then lets go! Pasta!" Italy cheers, grabbing Lutz's hand before he starts dragging him towards the kitchen. Italy forgets about what Lutz said for the moment and gets lost in telling him all about pasta and his love for it...Lutz listens intently...nodding and whenever Italy isn't looking...
Lutz allows himself a small smile.
Finally got this out!. Haha I wanted to show some of Oliver's past since I like him so much. Now you know what's up with Prussia. Will was a traitor who tried to sneak Lutz away. He failed and went on the run ever since. I see Prussia's 2p a lot like Canada in the one p world. Not completely the same but sort of. I hope you liked that ended, I did! Thank you for the reviews and keep them coming! Tell me what you think! They make me type faster!
Till next time:)