It's too dark in here. Too quiet, too.
Italy lay in his bed, eyes wide open. It seemed like the ticking of his clock was the loudest sound he'd ever heard.
Tick.
Germany's okay.
Tock.
And he's going to be okay.
Tick.
For a very very very long time.
Tock.
It was only a dream.
Tick.
Germany didn't die.
Tock.
Die...
Tick.
Stop thinking of that word!
Tock.
Die.
Tick.
STOP.
Tock.
Die die die.
Tick.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Tock.
Die...dying...dead.
Tick.
I think I hate that word the worst.
Tock.
Dead.
Tick.
STOP STOP STOP! GERMANY'S NOT DEAD!
Tock.
Dead.
Tick.
Italy started to cry.
Tock.
If only Germany were here...
Tick.
I'd feel so much better.
Tock.
But he isn't...
Tick.
...Because he's...
Tock.
"WHAT AM I SAYING! HE'S NOT DEAD!" Italy screamed through his tears.
The room suddenly seemed to get darker, a feat Italy didn't know was possible. He could no longer hear the clock ticking thanks to the roaring in his ears.
This dream is messing me up! Why can't I just forget about it? Forget! Forget! Forget!
It didn't help, every time he closed his eyes he saw the blood. The blood all over the ground, all over his shoes, all over his hands.
My hands...it's on my hands. It's my fault. It's all my fault.
He saw Germany's face, eyes open and glazed over, mouth ajar, scars and scratches twisting across his face.
And it's my fault...
And his body, limp and broken. The worst part was his arms, his arms seemingly reaching out for Italy. Laying across an empty, bloody patch of grass where Italy felt he should lay beside him. Where he deserved to lay beside him.
Stop...just please stop. I can't take this, it's so dark and quiet and I'm afraid! It won't go away...It'll never go away. Why am I thinking about this? Why did I have to dream about it? I know there's a reason...there has to be. I'm not driving myself crazy over nothing. Just think why. Why? Why can't I just wave a little white flag to my thoughts? I can't just sit in here alone all night and do this...I need Germany. I know he said to stop sneaking into his room, but I don't care. I can't be alone like this, especially not right now. I need someone to protect me from that stupid nightmare...and there's only one person that will be good enough.
Italy threw the covers off into the never ending darkness of his room, "Germany."