Northern Italy.
Feliciano walked into the World Meeting, giddy as usual. He stopped and tilted his head once he walked in, looking at everyone situated around a board game. "Well I'm a hero so I get to play!" America shouted, choosing the grey pieces representing Russia. Russia stared down America until he handed them back, scaring quite a few others.
Italy skipped up, peeking over Germany's shoulder. "Doitsu Doitsu! I want to play!" Germany looked at Italy unimpressed, but when Italy started pouting he gave in. "Fine fine, you vill play." Germany picked up the red color signifying Italy, handing them over. "Ve~!" Italy smiled and looked at the others, waiting until they had pieces down.
"Ready to play?!" America was shouting, excited to, and I quote, 'kick that fucking commies ass!' What the others didn't expect, was how good Italy was at the game. As the game of Risk went on, his overly cheerful disposition disappeared and his smiles turned into smirks.
Now he had almost the whole board in his wonderful color of red, America, England, Russia, and himself the only ones left. Italy was against Russia while America and England were just arguing. France had already been taken out, as well as Australia and Germany. Russia smiled, "Ready to become one, da?"
Feliciano practically belted out laughing, his smirk abnormal and stretched. "No, it is you who will become one with me." His voice had taken a turn for the darker side, just adding to the tenseness. Spain and Romano, who both knew this was how Feliciano would react, were practically shivering in their corner.
America looked up at Italy, suddenly realizing he was losing land to Italy all along. "Damn man, you're good at this!" Italy just smiled at America, rolling the dice to continue his turn. "Good luck I guess!" England chimed in, frustrated that he was losing pieces to both America and Italy.
America soon found himself out, pouting in the corner and complaining to his nearly-invisible brother Canada. Prussia walked up to them eventually, deciding to take them both for himself and leave. Now it was just down to three; England, Russia, and Italy. England was practically cowering, scared of the vibes rolling off of Italy and Russia like tidal waves.
Italy was smiling as he rolled his turn, taking the last of England's dark green pieces off the board and replacing them with shining red. "Ve~ Sorry England! You're out!" England jumped up and away from the game, leaving the two nations to fight it out themselves. Russia was already singing a victory song in his head, knowing he would win.
"Little Italy, I have a feeling you will let me win, da?" Russia's voice was raised to sound innocent, the childishness in it deceiving anyone that didn't know Russia. Italy looked up at Russia, handing the dice over. "We'll have to see." His voice darkened even more, glaring Russia down now.
Spain and Romano were shivering even more, Romano actually having nothing to say about Spain clinging to him or mumbling sweet nothings under his breath. Russia rolled his dice, not being able to take any of Italy's pawns off the board. "You must have good luck, comrade."
Italy smirked, rolling his dice and slowly but surely taking more and more of Russia's pieces off the board. Italy looked up when there were only 2 grey pieces left on the board. "Doesn't the world look pretty in red, comrade?" Russia almost gapped, but looked at the board, rolling his dice impatiently.
In the end Italy won the game, smiling with the darkness still radiating off of him. Romano ran up to him with a plate of pasta, holding it out. "Pasta, fratello?" Feliciano's darkness practically disappeared, leaving the cheerful Italian behind. "Pasta~!" He took the pasta, happily eating it while the few countries that weren't terrified went to burn the board.
Feliciano smiled as he sat with his pasta, musing over how pretty the world did look, all covered in one of his favorite colors. Red.
Annnnd! That's a wrap. This one wasn't necessarily creepy but just different. I know it's not original but I liked the idea. :3
I'll have a South Italy one next probably. This is dedicated to Lucia Scarlatti who asked for Italy!
Ta Ta!
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