Wow, crap is hitting the fan over here.

I'm gonna count myself lucky for now in this bush fire business (lesson to those wanting to visiting the rural area of Australia, even though its never this bad in spring o_O)

but anyway,

Mystery Fan - It was my pleasure comrade! :D and thanks! I never knew that!

Random Person - I think so too! XD I will write that story for you! :D (practicing funny one shots seems fun!)

Ayumi Kudou - AWESOME! Thanks for the personality tip! I shall keep that in mind when I write about her!

Green Eyes - Yes! I'd love to do that request for you! (you may have to wait though as I have exams :P)

Alright! back to business! This one-shot will need this:

Trigger warnings: Mentions of character deaths. Blood. Another character death and souls of the killed characters.

Since its Halloween soon, something other than the usual music is needed...

*Scary music*

Much better, so then, this DarkItalyXLiechtenstein goes to you Random Person.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu, who is awesome!

Sisia stared at herself. It vas so different then.

So different.

Grasping her golden brush, she tended to her hair. Her beloved blue ribbon non-existent. Just like her relationship with her brother.

Vash. She dropped her brush on the pristine white table. Its hollow sound echoed throughout the empty, cold room.

Forbidden to ever speak his name, to never alone see him again. It was the same with the others.

Alfred and Arthur were the first to fall, then came Francis, Ivan, Yao, Gilbert which soon lead to the execution of his former Axis friends, Ludwig and Kiku.

And then finally as a resort for full control of Italy he killed his own flesh and blood. Lovino. With all these 'accidental' deaths. No one suspected him. No one.

She gasped back dry tears. He had organized such beautiful funeral services for them, hiding his ugly dark hidden actions.

No sooner he proposed an international treaty. Ve were all fools. Some of them, so native at that time mistakenly took it in greatly under the false pretense of a harmonious and prosperous time for all to be one, under a single banner. Vhy?

Vhere did it go so vrong?

She loved the happy-go-lucky man, whose smile would brighten the darkest night. But that was a long time ago. Days when her precious big brother wasn't looking, he would sneak to her window stilt.

She sighed, recalling how once he tried to climb up the vines to her window slit to hand her beautiful roses that he 'borrowed' from his big brother, Francis.

But it vas so different then.

Leaning closer into the mirror, she concealed her dark under eye shadows. She couldn't sleep last night again, these strange yet familiar voices kept calling out to her. Begging. Yelling. Beckoning.

It started after she married him. She didn't know how to react to his sudden proposal, in the end, they got married at such a short notice. She'll admit now that it tore her apart, the joy of marrying the man she had longingly loved and the growing despair at the dark acts that he had done to be who he was now. That very same night; wedding night, it began while they slept.

The voices.

Retribution! They cry, she shook her head. She couldn't. She loved him. Even after all that had happened, revealing his plans to the shocked world and forcefully enslaving them all. She still loved him. She couldn't stand the thought of doing it. She glanced at her beautiful dress, tracing its outline along her thick gloves.

But it vas different then.

The oak door behind her open as a young maid curtsied, 'My lady, Lord Feliciano wishes to know if you are ready,' Sisia stood up from her chair and smiled, 'Take me to him,'

The maid nodded and curtsied. 'As you wish, my lady.' Grasping her masquerade mask, she trailed after the maid along the massive long hallway, tailored with lavish paintings and exotic ornaments. The butlers and maids bowed at her appearance, greeting back, she continued walking.

Placing on her mask, she passed the twin massive dark oak doors and into the massive marbled hall. Crystals collectively hang from the ceiling, complementing the large velvet curtains. He stood with his back to her, the musicians stood at one side of the hall, playing at her arrival.

It was like those lovely fairytales that she used to love reading. Where the beautiful maiden would meet her prince charming at a ball, dancing away to happily ever after.

She smiled as he turned around. Clad in black, red and gold attire, he held his hand out to her, 'Ve~ a dance, Bella?' taking his hand, she was led to the dance floor.

Delicately he held her hand in one hand and on the waist in another. Nodding towards the musicians, they began a different song.

Gliding along the smooth floor, Sisia leaned her head against his shoulder. This seems prefect… slowly she closed her eyes as she listened to his heart beating. Like a beautiful fairytale ending. She opened her eyes, if only it vere the case. They watched her as her husband spun her. Justice, they commanded as he wrapped her back in his arms.

Accusing eyes glowering at their executer, Sisa tried to ignore them. His time has come, yelled one. Do not hesitate, da, said another, do it for us! Cried another voice. She looked at her lover's clothing.

They were right. He has changed after committing such acts. No longer her beloved that had her falling head first in love, she looked up. It needs to be done.

Suddenly everything stopped, Feliciano or Feli as she once used to say lovingly, looked at her. His gloved hands touched her face, sending shivers up her spine. 'Ti amo, amore mio' he mumbled before leaning in, she closed her eyes as she kissed him bitterly.

'Ich liebe dich auch' she whispered back, embracing him as their masked faces parted, Feli wiped a stray tear away from her delicate face. 'Es tut mir leid, meine Liebe,' she continued. He looked at her puzzled.

Shock over took the confusion as he stared at her, he opened his mouth as blood seeped from it. Its red droplets fell onto the clean white floor as he collapsed.

One of the musicians screamed. She watched where he laid as the musicians ran out of the room, leaving the two of them alone. 'W-why… b-bella?' she sat by his side. 'Retribution,' was all she uttered as the apparitions of the fallen slowly disappeared one by one.

Bitter sweet tears fell as she watched the man she once held dear, once loved, slowly slip away. Caressing his face, she kissed his forehead. 'The world is finally free,' someone outside yelled profusely that was instantly and loudly responded by cheering.

'Meine Liebe, may we meet on the outside soon,' She whispered into his ear as he breathe his final breath, she didn't want him to hear what was occurring outside. She only wanted to remember one thing before he died. That she still loved him. The old him.

Footsteps echoed down the long hall towards her. She closed her eyes once more.

If only it vere different.

If only…

'For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are those 'It might have been.'' - John Greenleaf Whittier

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Translation:

Ti amo, amore mio = I love you, my love

Ich liebe dich auch = I love you too

Es tut mir leid, meine Liebe = I am so sorry, my love

Meine Liebe = My love

(And its all from Google! as usual, tell me if I'm wrong with the translations :D)

Also Happy Early Halloween! (Enjoy yourselves while I'm in my exams!)

Up next from the 5th of Nov: Mystery Fan's Story followed by Random Person's parody story and Green Eyes' requested story! :D

Feel free to comment and/or request while I'm gone!

But till then, have a lovely day/night my dear Comrades!

CommandoCherry off to prep for exams! (and bush fire watching :L)