Ah! I'm sorry it's late already, I kinda procrastinated work and had deadlines today, forgive me I shall avoid it in future, all that matters is it's done now and I am sorry. Thank you all so much to those who favourited and followed this and the reviews don't forget the reviews. I get so happy whenever I see those and it convinces me to get this done. Please keep the reviews coming, I am always looking to improve.

Same warnings: Gerita, 2p!Italy, Swearing and slight violence.

Anyway I've wasted enough time here ya go!

Groaning Germany felt the unfortunately familiar feeling of cold steel against his neck. Slowly he looked up, hoping that he was dreaming, although the sudden attack probably would have woken anyone. Trying to keep a straight face (Which even for him was hard to do when a knife was to his throat) he looked up to face the Italian. A shiver ran down his spine as he met the other's gaze, it was cold, vicious. His hair hung down casting a shadow across his eyes making the crimson irises seem to glow. "I-Italy?" Coughing slightly he tried not to push his throat more against the knife as he strained his neck.

"You don't touch me" The other growled back, leaning down on the German with more of his weight. "I may not be allowed to kill you but that doesn't stop me from cutting you"

That was all Germany needed to hear, quickly but carefully he grabbed the wrist holding the knife to his throat. Wrenching it away with enough force to disarm the imposter of Italy. With the knife gone he flipped the two of them over so that he was on top, he may be more forceful than his Feliciano but he still had the same physique. Pinning the other down Germany leant his arm on the others slim neck, adding pressure so as to make him stop struggling. "What have you done with Italy?" Keeping his voice low Ludwig added more weight to his arm. Who knew what had happened to his friend by now?

Ceasing his struggling the Italian stopped moving, only adjusting where his neck was so the other's arm sat as comfortably as it could. Looking at the German for a few moments a smirk broke out onto his face as he began to laugh. "You still don't get it do you?" Coughing slightly from being suffocated he kept eye contact with the icy blue glare above him. "I am him, I may not be Feliciano but I'm still Italy" Finishing he began to move again, not liking the huge weight bearing down on him currently.

"What do you mean, where is Feliciano?" Ignoring the other's squirming, he didn't understand what the other was talking about, he is Italy but he can't be if he's not Feliciano or his brother, but is there another Italy brother he doesn't know about?

"Oi, jarhead, get off 'a ' me and I'll explain it to that thick skull of yours" Stopping once more he began to kick the other in the side awkwardly. Wanting him off.

"Fine, but I'll keep the knife" Quickly taking the knife with his spare hand Ludwig got off of him, watching him carefully in case he tried to run away. He wouldn't normally back off but he looked like Feliciano (despite the eyes and smile) and pinning him down didn't feel right. Sitting up Italy rubbed his neck, glaring at the German.

"Tell me Ludwig, how much do you know bout your dear little Italy?" Sitting cross legged opposite of the German he began, "Do you know how he got through all those centuries without a wall of meat in front of him to protect him?" Watching the other carefully, Italy began to click his fingers, knuckle by knuckle. He could practically see his frustration as he realised he knew very little about the younger nation, he knew the basics of his history but he never found out more from him.

"N-Nein, I always thought his brother helped him" Admitting he knew very little about whom he had thought of as a close friend. He had just presumed his brother or someone else helped him, he had never thought as the other being alone in his fights, but now that he thought about it there was the time he heard about him and Turkey. Could this Italy be the one who helped him? "Just who are you? If you're not Italy" He asked between the other's laughter; ignoring the insults thrown at him.

"We together make Italy however him and I are separate, I am the personality that protects us, makes sure he's not alone. Not ever again" Italy looked down as his voice trailed off, that's all he was there for. To help Feliciano, he has no over purpose. Just fight. Protect.

"A second personality?" Pulling the other out of his train of thought the German scratched the back of his neck trying to make sense of all of this.

"Hey look at the brains on this guy! Yes we have two personalities, the names Luciano. Do Not Get me mistaken for the pasta brained moron that is Feliciano." he warned getting up and holding a hand out to let the German up. "Listen I need a place to hold up for a while since... well Fratello dearest isn't really keen on me" Smirking at the thought of Romano finding out he's back, he kept his hand out, not caring that he had been threatening the other just moments ago.

Ignoring the hand Germany got up, knowing he had to keep an eye on this so called other personality in Italy's body. "Ja fine, but I keep the knife and any sign of you planning on hurting anyone and that's it, I'm sure Britain will have something that he can do to force Feliciano back" Warning the Italian he began walking in the direction of his home, hoping the other had enough sense to follow him.

"Yeah, yeah, I've already had that threat from Feli-ci...ano" Jogging over to the German he felt faint, he knew this feeling. It was falling. Not falling to the ground, oh no it was falling from reality. Was his time up?! Did Feliciano see him threatening the German? Smirking to Germany he managed to say a few last words before he passed out. "Hey asshole! Catch"

Quickly catching Italy, Germany looked to the other worriedly. "Italy?" Sighing he picked him up, carrying him back to his home. Now that the Italian was unconscious and so quiet, he could try and make sense of everything that had happened. Italy had a split personality or well that's what... Luciano that was it had said. He did seem to be a better soldier, well fighter he lacked discipline it seemed. But he also seemed far too unpredictable and he hated to admit it but that.. he wouldn't go so far as say it scared him but it made him uncomfortable to say the least. Sighing he looked to the man who had Feliciano's face, he was still Feliciano but he wasn't. He'd never admitted it to him but he never wanted him to change ever.

Reaching his home he opened the door with not much difficulty from carrying the Italian back to his before. Once inside he carried him to the guest room and laid him onto the bed. Maybe he'll go back to being himself when he wakes up. At least that's what he hopes.

Sorry for short chapter, I only write small chapters I'm afraid. Also again sorry if Germany or 2P!Italy are slightly OOC as well as grammatical errors, I'm trying I promise. Anyway thank you all so much and please keep reviewing I need to know how to make this better.

See ya in a week (I will make Sunday my update deadline, but Monday shall be the latest, Sorry ^^; ))