disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but I own this story... MINE.
The entire meeting place was in chaos, everyone was arguing about who had killed France, while Canada, America, and England tried hard to fight back tears although England would never admit it.
"I believe it was Russia-san" Japan quietly and politely stated. He sat with his hands folded on his lap and his emotionless stare unsettled anyone who looked to long.
"That is ridiculous, aru!" China exclaimed "Russia doesn't use knives and they were all over the scene, aru! How do we know your not trying to cover up for yourself?" China glared at his younger brother, his hands balled into fists but covered by his long sleeves. Russia sat next to China smiling his smile as only he can do, Austria sitting next to him was thoroughly creep-ed out and leaned away from Russia and engaged in conversation with Norway.
"China! You shouldn't say anything we know you're a fan on knives too!" Hungary spoke up defending her friend; she took a picture of Poland molesting Lithuania "Besides, we'll get no where like this" she muttered as she flicked through the pictures.
"DUDES QUIT IT!" a loud voice cut through the chaos quickly silencing it "We can't argue like we normally do! A nation is dead we have to something about this crap!" America glared at everyone; meanwhile everyone looked down a little ashamed for behaving ridiculously. Everyone was also reeling from shock a bit, America isn't usually so serious, the death of France must have really affected the normally happy nation.
"Ok now that we can finally get moving on with this meet-" England started to say to be interrupted by Germany of all nations.
"Wait. Where's Italy?" the Germanic nation questioned worriedly, his hands splayed on the table, everyone turned their heads towards Romano, sending the Italian a questioning look.
"Hey! Don't look at me!" he raised his hands in surrender "I have no idea where my idiot brother is." The nations most involved with Italy (Japan, Austria, Germany, Hungary, Prussia, Spain, and Romano after a second of realizing what he just said) paled in realization that for all they knew he could be laying dead somewhere like France was.
"We have to find him!" Hungary jumped up from her seat, motherly instincts setting in "He could be in danger!"
-Meanwhile outside the window-
Not-Italy crouched just under the window, listening to every word, smothering giggles with his hand. Oh this was so amusing to watch the nations scamper around in panic, how fun it would be to slit all their throats. His black uniform was clean of France's blood now but he still had to be careful because having inky black, skin, hair, and clothes was quite the give away and any time he put anything on it just changed to black too. Luckily there were bushes near the window he had picked so he was still hidden; only a shame that he couldn't pop in on the nations. But for his plan to work he needed to remain secret for as long as possible; Not-Italy stood and walked away a gleaming smile set on his face while his red eyes glinted mischievously. He even knew who to target next, his smile grew as he thought of the shock that will soon swim in green eyes.
-Back in the conference room-
Everyone had agreed that finding Italy was very important; no one wanted another nation to die. Not only was there emotional attachment to the other personifications but the people of the nation will suffer too, as now the country of France now has to be supported by England. The nations dispersed into the hall traveling in pairs to try to ward of the attacks; Poland and Hungary walked down the hall.
"Like, who do you think it is?" Poland asked casually, flicking his hair over his shoulder.
"I have no idea… I hope my Ita-chan isn't in danger…" she whispered quietly, eyes downcast. She walked slowly, her entire being weighed down by worry for Italy. Poland put a hand on her shoulder, she jumped a bit.
"Like, don't worry we'll totally find the guy. He'll be like totally fine." Hungary smiled a bit at this, and gave Poland a hug.
"Thanks Poland, I needed that." She murmured into his shoulder, Poland hugged her back.
"Now that you're like, feeling better, which do you think? Like, pink with glitter or green with metallic?" he released the hug and continued to walk down the hall, Hungary followed him giggling. She opened her mouth to answer but before a sound could leave her six knives buried themselves deep into Poland's back, he fell over and coughed up blood. Hungary pulled out her frying pan and whirled around to see… Italy… holding six more knives… "Like... Italy..? What..?" Poland had moved onto his side and saw him, Hungary rushed to Poland's side.
"Poland! Hold on it's going to be ok!" she said heavily, her voice heavy with confusion and sadness. The life bleed out of Poland until there was no more, and he was another bloody corpse on the ground. "Italy! Why did you…?" Hungary had started to angrily lecture only to notice that Italy was inky black with glowing read eyes, Not-Italy was giggling tears streaming down his face in pure glee.
"I'm Not-Italy!" he giggled as he advanced, Hungary held up her frying pan. "Oh come now… don't you want to play? I played with France too, but he wasn't very much fun. Will you be fun?" he questioned gleefully, his smile spread until it seemed to be physically impossible. Hungary paled as she took a step back.
"Yo-you killed France!?" her eyes widened even more at his enthusiastic nod; he giggled at the look on her face. Oh how fun this was, he enjoyed the confusion swimming through her green eyes. He ran up to her and aimed one hand with three knives at her shoulder which she blocked with her frying pan, he brought the other hand to her side before she could react and the three knives went deep into her side.
Blood spurted from her mouth and covered Not-Italy's hair and face, he laughed gleefully. He pulled the knives from her side and more blood ran down her side, she stumbled but managed to hit Not-Italy in the face. He flew to the side and hit the ground, his smile never leaving his face. He looked at her, and giggled darkly, he got up his eyes glinting. He walked towards her; she backed away but had forgotten about Poland and tripped over the former nation's corpse. She fell on her back and lost her grip on her pan, Not-Italy was over her in a second, his knives poised to kill. With no other option Hungary screamed, it echoed across the halls and reached an Austrians ears. Austria, Switzerland and Liechtenstein all swung around.
"That was Hungary!" Austria exclaimed, his eyes widening in horror, he ran towards where he heard the scream. "HUNGARY!" he ran with Switzerland and his sister following straight on his heels, they were also screaming to Hungary. They turned the corner and they stopped like they had hit an invisible wall. Austria gasped as he looked down the hallway.
There was blood all over the floor, Hungary lay dead over Poland, her dead eyes bored straight into Austria's wide ones. There were knives sticking out of Poland's back like spines, and Hungary had some large deep wounds in her abdomen and her throat was slit. Tears slid down the three Germanic nation's faces, Austria walked towards his ex. Wife and her friend and knelt beside them. Not caring of the blood that would stain his clothes, and he started to sob, he hugged Hungary to his chest and he wailed his pain. Switzerland noticed bloody footprints on the ground, he let go of his sister and followed them.
That bastard! How could he! Rather angry thoughts circulated through his mind, as the Swiss nation ran after the footprints ignoring his little sister as she called after him asking where he was going. He followed the footprints to a broken window; he leant out the window and saw no one. He screamed in frustration, he leant against the window and cried as he listened to his friends wailing sobs. He slid to the floor and nations ran past to see what was the matter, a few stopped to see if he was ok. He said nothing, his shoulders shaking with sobs he would point down the hallway. Towards the corpse of a hipster cross-dresser and a motherly yaoi fan, soon everyone knew what was the matter and everyone spent the night mourning the odd pair.
Not-Italy laughed as he listened to the crying, oh how fun this is. He turned down an alleyway and continued on until he reached his hotel, it was a run down shack but it was the only place willing to take him. He put his clothes in the washer and flopped on the bed, his inky black skin invisible in the darkness. He closed his eyes and went to sleep with a smile on his face.
-Deep inside Italy's mind-
Italy sat on a chair, in a straight jacket and bound in chains, he screamed as he watched his body murder France, Poland, and Hungary. His shoulders shook as he cried for them, tears soaking the front of his 'jacket'.
"I'm so so sorry! I don't want this to happen!" he screamed into the nothingness around him. He sat in a field of daisies, but it was all wilted but a circle around him and the large screen from which he could see, hear, and smell what is going on outside his mind. It was terrible all his friends… they were being murdered… by his body! Oh how could this have happened…!? Italy wished it would end, that he could just eat pasta again, hug Germany and play with everyone else. But he knew it would never be the same again…
"Please make it stop! Please! Ill do anything!" Italy hung his head, tears dripped down his face "anything…"
authors note: wellp another angsty angst chappy. I hope you enjoy, now in all seriousness I would really like some reviews. and feedback is nice please don't just say update. I get that means you like it, but I want to know why you like it. and who you want to die next... so yea no hate please. I apologize if you really liked Poland or Hungary but this IS angst I just don't see angst without people dying. now if you have a request just put it in your review or pm me. I stick mostly to the Hetalia fandom but ill try some other anime's if your really nice and I like you. I do mostly angst and moe (cute) sorryyyy I can only be cute or depressing... deal with it. aside from that hope you enjoyed! -Ches