Speech
Thought
Flashback
Dream
Feliciano's POV
All I can see is black; a cold, oppressing black that is trying to engulf me and take my light and soul.
"D-doitsu!" I scream but there is no answer, there never is. I've been in this dreadful abyss of darkness for days now, perhaps weeks or years. Who knows?
"Doitsu! Kiku! Lovi! ANYBODY! Arthur! Toni! Francis! I don't care! Somebody help me, PLEASE!" There is a dull echo that drifts into oblivion, it's mocking me everything's mocking me. I can see the sneers and hear them celebrating in my absence—no, because of my absence, they all want me gone, never to be seen or heard from again. They all want me dead.
I hold my head in my hands and sob but then I remember that somebody loves me, somebody has to love me or I wouldn't be alive still. I begin laughing at the hilarity of my situation, somebody will come for me I know it. Just then a figure appears from the shadows a cruel smirk gracing its pallid lips.
"Doitsu?" I weakly call as the form advances upon me, I feel a surge of fear tear through me as a voice breaks the brief silence.
"Yes Italia?" The venomous hiss forced it's way into my throat suffocating me and making its way deeper, feel the floor move beneath me as I writhe on the ground trying to bring air to my taxed lungs. I clench my eyelids tight, I cant be dying not here, not yet, not by the hands of the man I love. I can hear voices surrounding me, familiar voices of friends and acquaintances and I long to call to them, to show them that I need them but I cant breathe. I need to breathe.
"Hey, look here I found a useless little Italy. Would you like some help? Haha!" I hear others say similar things, I try to reach them to understand what is happening.
"You are right America-san, I do believe little Italy-san is in need of assistance again, do you think we should give him what he needs?" A scornful laugh erupted and was soon joined by many others, all of my friends stand over me laughing at me because I'm dying.
One voice stands out from the others, a beautiful yet sinful voice speaks and I know to whom it belongs and who it's directed to.
"Pathetic. What good are you anyways. You're not that's the answer, you are useless to me and will remain that way until you die which I do not will be much longer." I break from his insults and begin to weep, my eyes are closing since I haven't drawn a breath in a good two minutes. I can only wait for relief now, I only want to leave and never look back to this cruel world ever again.
"I will never love you Italia. I hate you." No more please, my tears spill along with my blood from where I had been clawing at my neck in nought to relieve the pressure killing me. His words cut deeper than any knife, his laughter became deafening as my vision fades with the light. The last sight I will see is the smiling, crazed man that I love more than life holding my throat tightly whispering in my ear.
"Die."