Anyone up for more violence? I know I am~

Italy's Point of View

Japan stood in that doorway forever and ever and ever and ever. His facial expression never ever ever changed. He never ever ever moved. Neither did Germany. Do I really have to be the one to initiate conversation and explain? I thought they'd be more curious than this.

Who are you to be so arrogant? You think they care about you?

No one would be curious! No one cares!

"I'll spare you your breath," I finally said in a breathy tone, staring up at the ceiling. "How did I get like this? Why did I do this? What drove me to do this? Not that you two care that much to ask the questions, but I just ask myself occasionally. I guess that answer is that I've finally gone insane. I'm done living and I don't want to be the country of North Italy anymore. I wanted to kill myself and get it done. Let Fratello take over my half of the country. What wistful thinking on my part.

I've never felt human, not once— but then again, I'm not aren't I? In the beginning, my first love was stolen away by war, and I promised I'd never love again, but now I wonder was it even love in the first place? Is there even a such thing as love? And I realized it's nothing but a myth. At least for me it is. And any time I ever grew even close to affectionate towards anyone else they were ripped from my grasps.

I feel cold. Like every day is the winter solstice. I feel broken. Like a clock with a missing clog. Every piece is in place. My country is doing "well". I have "friends" around. I'm "happy". Yet something is missing. I feel like I'm a mile underground inside the permafrost in Siberia. I feel stuck underground and I can't climb back up.

I smiled every day, or so you thought. I was happy every day, or so you thought. I laughed every day, or so you thought. Or so you thought I was anything but neglected. Or so you thought. Why you even assume such things, I'll never know—and I never want to know for it will only deepen my pain that's already dug my halfway to the Earth's core.

And then it happened. Yes I thought I could finally stop faking all of this. I thought I could stop all the Lies so easily. All because I thought I found love," I abruptly laughed hysterically before continuing in a shout: "How foolish I was!"

The two men were still frozen in their places, but their faces were filled with both confusion and utter terror. Pausing for a moment, I saw they weren't going to comment—why would they? They hate me! – And I decided to continue my rant.

"I thought I'd fallen for my mentor, but I know now that it's all just a sick joke. A trick played on me by fate. That myth that a red string is tied from your pinky to your soul-mate's is true enough only that I don't have one! Italy: One of the romance countries doesn't have a lover. Isn't that pathetic?

Well we're catching up to the present. Let's start with—was it only yesterday? Japan and I decided to go out for a little because we were both so bored and tired of doing absolutely nothing. And yes: I never went to Romano's place. That was a lie. Like I was going to go on some stupid date with you, watch you get fawned over by this girl I hardly know while I'm still in love with you."

I saw Germany react at this comment, but both men had yet to make a sound. Finding their silence as a plea for more information, I continued.

"Japan and I went out shopping for the entire day, and the time flew by so quickly. I had fun for once in I don't know how long. I was genuinely smiling for once in I don't know how long. I was happy. For once in I don't know how long. But that too was cremated in front of my own two eyes as we passed the God forsaken restaurants.

Yes, the same night you were out with your girlfriend. And yes, I saw you kiss her."

My voice finally quieted down a bit at the last sentence and this time I saw Germany completely sit up with the look of complete confusion. Japan, too, looked bemused. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was speaking some language you guys didn't know. What language don't you know? Belarusian maybe?

"Honestly, what the heck are you talking about?" Germany was the first to speak up to me. "I never kissed Tabitha."

"Italy, I have to side with Germany-san… You just took off running when you saw him. He didn't do anything with the girl," Japan finally shook out of his daze at Germany's voice.

"W-what? Yes… You did… I saw you," my voice shook.

"Italy, I broke it off with her yesterday. I honestly only agreed to go because I didn't want to be rude."

"You're lying," I shook my head, speaking more to myself than to him.

"Italy, nothing's happening between us," Germany reiterated.

"I didn't see him do anything yesterday, either, Italy," Japan took his side.

They're traitors… They're all traitors! They're all liars! I thought Japan would at least be my friend but he's—but he's taking up with that blasphemous lie! I saw him. I saw him kiss that stupid girl and it made me sick. Now he's just covering it up. He's lying I know he is!

"Stop lying to me! Stop it! I know you're lying to me!" I started to scream as I clapped my hands over my ears.

"Italy, we're not lying to you!" Germany tried to convince me. But I saw through his lie.

"Shut up! No! You kissed her! You love her! You hate me! You're leaving me for her!" I started to scream louder. Louder. Louder. Clawing at my ears with my foul fingernails.

"Stop! Italy, you're hurting yourself!" Germany tried to pry my hands away, but even his strength was no match for insanity.

I turned away from Germany, feeling an uneasy feeling in my chest and my blood start to move around my heart again. I tried to move away from him and continued to scratch my ears. I have to block them out. I hate Lies. No one can lie to me. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO LIE TO ME!

Then all faded away.

I heard.

Nothing at all.

Blinking, I removed my hands from my ears, my hands now crimson and holding pieces of I don't know what. I don't want to find out. I turned over to meet the other people in the room, once again blinking. When had it gotten so quiet?

I saw lips moving, forming words. I saw Germany's throat shake with each breath and vibrate with each word. I saw concern in his eyes and I felt his arms grab my shoulders, shaking me, mouthing more words. I blinked. Stop mouthing things and say actual words!

I touched my—ears? Where were my ears?

The pads of my fingers glided over the sides of my head. It ran over the fuzz of my hair, the smooth of my skin, the clumps of paint—then over something hot. Wet. Sticky. Bumpy.

But no matter where I touched I could not find my ears.

And this silence was really getting on my nerves.

Mwahahaha... Italy's finally lost it huh? So have I, I think... Did you like this chapter? YAY FOR WRITING AT 3:33 AM~! I got random inspiration... Don't forget to review!