The pond was still a strange purple color as the demon made his way across the field .

' good,' The demon thought 'this will be easier than I originally anticipated.'

With that he took out a small , elegantly decorated , red pouch . He took half a handful - for good measure- and sprinkled it as evenly as possible in the small pond . As he did so the purple aura of it turned deep red , almost like blood . However , the water was thin and easily mix able still . Perfect . Delicate , yet humble words spilled from his slightly chapped lips , his eyes turning a slight shade of red no longer from reflecting the water . He felt a wave of air hit him as his subcontius faded into a new body .

!

In Italys dream , he honestly expected a memory of last night . However , as he drefted off into sleep by Germany's side , he found himself standing in a field . The field had burnt , tall grass as far as he could see , there were also wild flowers he noticed he couldn't reconize , but beautiful and delicate all the same . The grass reached his wast and caught his white shirt as he made his way about the field surching for something , yet he didn't know what . It was then he noticed he wasn't alone in this strange dream . A tall musclier man stood before a small strangely shaped pound , his back turned .

" H-hey " Italy called out to the man , suprised by his own voice as it sounded as an echo and more brake able than usual .

The man turned to him and smiled softly . He had the most interesting eyes Italy had ever seen , as if they held the ability to control sorrow in their color ; a mix of red and deep warm brown . An impossibly lovely color .

" Hello " said the man , motioning for Italy to join him in the slightly shorter grass around the pound . It's at this moment Italy realizes he has shorts on and is bare foot . The grass being surprisingly soft he hadn't realized earlier . As he reached the eage of the water , he looked in . The pound was the nearly the same color mans eyes , a dark red .

"w-what is this place ?" Italy breathed half curious half scared .

"a place to excape " the man answered , " you can come here any time you like and ill help the bad times fade ."

The man waved his hand in a dance like fashion and a beautiful display of dancing lights surounded the Italian . In it he could see images of dancers on a stage and beautiful swirling shapes . Captivated , Italy reached his hand out , the scene before him reflecting in his honey eyes . The Swirling shapes made their way up his arm , it didn't hurt in fact as a comforting warmth , like when Grandpa Rome was still here and would comfort him with hugs and hold him . The memories alone were something he cherished , yet his age kept him from remembering the moments clearly . As the colorful lights dimmed until they were no longer conscevable , Italy smiled .

" Bella~ " Italy sang .

" Well that was just a little of what I can do ... You really liked it that much?" The man asked .

"Oh yes , that was beautiful- bella - fantastic ! ... Wait you said that was only a little of what you could do? " Italy asked / exclaimed .

" ... Yes why "

"well , is - is it possible to bring back memories ?"

" That is very possible , and easy ... All you have to do is step into this shallow pound here ." The man instructed .

Italy did so nerviously , yet enthusiastic . The water was the same temprature as out side , possibly one degree off , but still , not as he expected . He expected a cold pound that would shoot goosebumps up his skin , but walking into the pound he barly felt the water swollowing him up to his thighs .

" Now , what memory would you like to remember?"

"the time I spent with Nonno ..."

Just like that the still waters cleared to were it looked like you were looking into a T.V. . Reflected into the waters surface was memories of all the times spent with his Grandpa . It was like multiple computer screens were opened around him , each projecting a different scene . He spun around looking at all the pictures happily.

!

Italy awoke quite contempt , Germany's arm around him in a spooning position. He hummed in satisfaction, not only from the dream he just had , but the fact that Germany was his now .

"How did you sleep lieben?"

"hmm , great " Italy sighed " oh! " Italy jumped up ingnoring the slight pain in his rear .

" Was? " Germany asked confused , sitting up himself . Italy wrapped his arms around Germanys neck and hopped innocently into his lap . Germany wonderd how he could act this innocent with what he did last night

" I'm going to make ravioli with alfrado sauce for breakfast to day~ . I can't wait !" With that Italy headed down stairs , not even bothering to change clothes .

Germany laughed through his nose and grabes a pair of Italy's pants , heading down stairs after getting dressed himself .Once Germany made it to the kitchen , he wrapped his arms around Italy from behind , makeing him jump a little , but Italy quickly regained his balance and leaned into Germany . It reminded Germany of when they were children and he would watch Italy ( chibitalia) cook .

After breakfast it was decided that they would go to the mall because , Germanys brother , Prussia was having someone over by , in his words ; ' my awsome birdie !' . Prussia then proceeded to get mad at them when they didn't know who it was . ( AN: ohhhhh I just droped prucan on you bitch ! Lol) So to stay out of their way they would go out shoping to pass time .

The First store they went to was a local Books A Million . They split up to look for books of their own interest . As Germany made his way to the mystery section , he noticed Italy looking sadly at the sweets section . He looked away , a pang of guilt hitting him .

' I should tell him ...'

After that , they went to a small café and had some coffee and pastries . Then after a day of uneventful shopping and waching a movie at the movie theater , they headed home . Prussia was no where to be found - though that may have been a blessing - Germany decided to read his new book . He had read the first chapter at the store before buying it to make sure it was interesting, and he was nearly dieing to read the next . It was about the time he reached chapter five - he lost track of time when reading - that he felt another body sit next to him on the couch . Marking his spot , he looked down seeing Italy on the verge of falling a sleep with his head on his shoulder . He looked over at the clock , it had been about a good hour scence they got home , which was probably 9:00 or 10:00 pm . He put his book on the side table and shook Italy slightly .

" Are you sleepy ?" He asked , Italy just nodded cutely and rubbed his eyes lazily . Germany got up and crouched down in front of Italy . Italy fell into him and wrapped his arms around his neck . Germany didn't expect Italy to all out pass out on him , but the Italian was so small he barly lost any balence . He picked Italy up and headed upstairs to bed .

!

"Hey , I forgot to ask you last time , but what's your name ?" Italy asked the man when he fell asleep that night , coming back to the same field . The man stiffened at his question for only a second before answering

" Alex ." He said , Italy smiled now that he knew his name they felt more like friends .

!

As Italy and Germany spend more and more time together , Germany comes over more too . However , one day I particularly, he feel asleep on Italys couch .

Italy had scampered off into the kitchen after giving Germany a kiss , much more pastionate than the German would ever say . He was stranded in the living room , with nothing to do but wait for Italy to finish making what ever happened to be on his red-headed mind that moment . Thus Germany sighed and walked over to the luxurious couch off to the side of the living room . On a country's home you would find things ( objects and furniture alike ) older than any antique dealer could offer . The couch was just what Germany needed to rest from a day of military training , alone as Italy skipped out again , however he had a new way to 'punish' Italy now . Safe to say the desk scenario had been played out ~. Though something told him Italy has been acting up more resently , he smirked to himself .

As Hermany settled into the couch it half hugged him in a relaxing way . He soon found himself

drifting

off

into

sleep

And he was meet with brown / red eyes full of hate and mischief . He jolted awake as Italy came bounding into the room asking in a slightly off - tone if he wanted pasta .

!

"Now I want to show you something else ." Alex said . In Italys dreams it was the same for about a week and in such he and Alex became , what Italy thought as good friends , little did he know what Alex real plan for him was . Like wise Italy falsely trusted this man .

"ok~ " Italy was already making his way into the pound . Over the week he observed that Alex's magick seemed to revole around the colored pound . However , Alex followed him this time , and garbed his hand . Italy knew this was probably a friendly gesture, but since he was with Germany , it somehow felt wrong . He pushed the thought out or his mind ."

"what's this spell for?"

"I'm going to swich body's with you and 'take care' of the German " with that said the demon quickly captured Italys lips with his .

"W-What?!" And in a flash everything went black

boom cliffhanger tehe~ O well , I hope you liked this chapter . Good day my dead ones

bella = beautiful

was = what

lieben = lovely / lover

and Alex is an OC , but I'll leave your imagionation for which fandom ( even though it's a he not a she ) . I name all my OCs Alex because I thought it would be the perfect name for my brother before his miscarriage .