Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia! But I down own this idea and Not-Italy!
Italy couldn't take it anymore. The poor Italian man who just wanted to be friends couldn't stand watching everyone and everything he cared about be ruthlessly slaughtered in front of him... He couldn't take it... His amber eyes were dull as he watched the screen; Not-Italy was drawing his plans... The deaths of his friends were sketched in beautiful artistry. His eyes slid shut and he leaned back into the chair, the chains around him clicking with the movement, Italy whimpered terrified for his friends... he pulled on his arms but the straight jacket kept him firmly in place. Helpless... Useless... Like he always was. S-stupid little I-Italy...
He screamed and pulled against the chains, frustrated and broken tears streaming down his face before he yelped in surprise as the chair tipped. Italy laid on his side, face pressed into the daisies and he struggled before he was suddenly let loose from the chair. The chains falling slack and the jacket unbuckled, he blinked in surprise. Tears paused in their journey from amber eyes as confusion flashed in the teary orbs.
"W-wha...?" He sniffled before looking behind him just in time to see... "Germany!?" The curious doppelganger shushed the Italian nation and winked at him playfully before melting into a pool of shadow which was soon swallowed by the Earth. The Italian squealed and jumped at the spot where his friend (?) was, his recently freed hands dug at the dirt and flowers but after a while of finding nothing he gave up with a whimper. W-what was happening... he slipped the straight jacket off to reveal a nice blue pinstriped... suit?
"Why am I wearing a suit?" He wondered out loud, looking at himself, "Oh well~! I'm free! Maybe I can do something to help my friends! Or... what's left of them... ve..." As scary as this was he had to help them! He could do it! Maybe... uh... He was going to give it his best shot! With a determined nod he stepped out of the circle, yelping as the circle of living flowers shriveled and died and the tree turned gray and the leaves fell and wilted. A deafening crack echoed in the clearing as the tree's trunk split in two, black ooze dripping from the crack slowly moving towards the petrified nation.
Italy stared at the ooze for a moment before screaming, "Germany help me!" and turning to flee, bounding through the dead flowers in terror. Oh what was this! Not-Italy had told Japan that he was trapped in his mind but... this was so terrifying! How could this be his mind!? Italy screamed, he seemed to be doing allot of that lately, when the ground vanished and he was tumbling down into the darkness. He shrieked as he fell down the rocky slope, dislodging rocks as the darkness followed after him. Once again the ground vanished as he slid off the rocky slope plummeting in a straight drop down, the air rushing past him and buffeting his hair and clothes.
He screamed as red and black stripes appeared on the wall, flashing around him as he plunged into the abyss the dark ooze swallowed the walls still chasing after him relentlessly. Soon various objects appeared around him, like Alice in wonderland, books and tea sets and chairs and other various objects floated and moved by themselves. Italy watched in teary wonder as he spun in the air, gravity pulling him further and further down. The Italian nation managed to stabilize himself, shrieking for Germany in fear as he did so, although he was facing down. Down to the darkness, watching the objects fly by him (well he was falling past them but he didn't like to think pessimistically) to be swallowed by the darkness (ok no one was perfect ok!).
Facing down in the darkness as he free fell to his probable doom (Oh Dio thinking positive turned out to be really hard when you were falling to your death! Oh wait... Ah did it again!) so he could see anything that he was destined to hit. So it was really no surprise (well it was but you know what he means!) when a giant sort of skeletal and rotting France appeared to climb up the red and black tunnel, Italy could only see his head and shoulders and the hand that was digging into the wall pulling the giant Frenchman/zombie/thing up. It was also no surprise that Italy's screams became even shriller at the sight off the sunken in and cloudy blue eyes surrounded but a half bone half rotting flesh face.
"I'M SORRY! IT WASN'T MY FAULT PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" Italy screamed, tears streaming from his amber eyes as he fell towards the monster that looked like big brother France. He curled into a ball as he fell into the mouth that had opened for him, snapping shut behind him with a loud crash. He yelped in pain and surprise when he hit the grassy ground. His amber eyes opening as he sat up in a field of lilies with a blue sky and pleasant atmosphere.
"W-what just..." Italy stammered, standing up and looking around in confusion, "But wasn't I just swallowed by... whatever that was... It couldn't have been big brother France right? Because... he was... was... killed-" Suddenly just as he said that word the sky cracked, bright red light seeped in between the cracks in the sky. He screamed as giant chunks fell from it, impaling the white flowers and threatening to impale the once cheery nation.
"THE SKY IS FALLING! THE SKY IS FALLING! GERMANY! GERMANY PLEASE HELP ME!" Italy had never been this afraid before, not even when Russia had visited him and his brother once (in fact he wouldn't mind having even Russia here right now. Just anyone would be great!), "IT'S STILL FOLLOWING ME! PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY!" He shrieked as he saw the black ooze worm through the red cracks that spanned over the sky like the angry crayon scribbles of a child. It dripped down and reached for him, Italy sobbed as he bolted through the falling stones and goo. Desperate to get away! To find anyone or anything!
Naturally he didn't stop to question the odd purple door that stood in the middle of the field, no walls or anything attached just a purple door standing in the middle of the equivalent of hell, twisting the knob and pushing it open and slamming it shut behind him. He leaned against it breathing heavily as he looked around the surprise room, with its black and white tile and purple curtains.
"W-where am I..?" He wondered out loud, stepping into it in confusion.
"Your mind." A disembodied voice spoke, causing the Italian to yelp and flinch.
"M-my mind...? B-but it's so scary!" He whimpered, falling back against the door as a woman walked out from behind a curtain. She wasn't particularly terrifying but... who was she!? He stared at her, slowly processing her odd features. Her skin was a beautiful as ivory, her hair pure white and hung straight ending just above her shoulders in a similar style to Poland... Although he had no time to dwell on his death when confronted with her dazzling purple eyes that stared knowingly at him swimming with mirth, pity, sadness, pain and endless love.
"I know little Italy... Your mind is crumbling my child..." She murmured just loud enough for him to hear, walking towards him. Her boots clicking on the tile, her pure white military outfit clashed with her intense purple eyes. He squeaked as he pulled him into a warm hug.
"Crumbling...? Why!?" He whimpered, hugging her back and burying his face in her shoulder. Trying to hide from everything, his fear began to fade. Her presence was comforting and motherly, she stroked his back and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"That creature that has inhabited your body is slowly claiming your mind, twisting it for its own needs... You are going to die if you can't find a way out. This room is safe but you can't stay here forever if you wish to help our friends and family." The strange woman said to him, he blinked in confusion... why did she say our friends... he couldn't remember seeing her before... but at the same time... something was oddly familiar and comforting about her.
"You said our friends... But why? I don't remember seeing you before?" Italy asked, looking up at the slightly taller person with curious amber eyes.
"Did I? Oh well... think nothing of it my dear." The woman chuckled slightly, pulling away as she backed up with a smile, "Good bye Italy. Watch the television if you wish to see what is happening beyond your mind!" The white haired woman waved as she vanished behind the curtain again with a care free laugh.
"Wait! I have so many questions! Please don't leave me alone! It's so scary!" He called after her, running forward and pulling the curtain aside to reveal white bricks... "COME BACK!" He cried, tears falling down his face. He whimpered as he looked around and spotted the television that was mounted on the white brick wall with a purple couch in front of it. He sighed and walked over to it, finding it hard to be hopeful when he was trapped within this room forced to watch the outside, he sat onto the couch and picked up the remote. It only had one button resting in the black plastic; it was a small purple button in the center labeled Play/Pause.
"I guess... there is nothing I can do..." He sighed and pressed play, not ready for the horror he was about to witness.
AN:
So sorry for not updating in forever but hey! I'm a busy busy person! Sue me!
Also sorry the chapter is short but I didn't have much else to say~!
Mmmm nothing else to say but hey hope you had fun~!
~MadOwlNekoCat