Chapter 15: Now They See Why Italy Was Put There

Italy was running late to the Halloween feast because of detention with Snape. The Head of Slytherin House had gotten tired of Feli's ridiculous answers and slapped a detention on him. Of course it wasn't anything too hard. Snape didn't want to file the paperwork if the weak, little Italian died or something. Plus Ludwig would kill him maybe Alfred too. Ever since the detentions with Umbridge, the American started becoming protective of Feliciano. His fellow nations just figured it was him being his usual self.

He was running to the Great Hall when he suddenly tripped on something. He landed face down and his belongings skidded across the floor. He went to gather them, scolding himself for being so clumsy, when Malfoy stepped out of the shadows. Italy went to grab his flag, only to realize that Germany confiscated them.

"Well, what do we have here?" he asked. "Your little friends aren't here to save you and you don't have your flag."

Now if Malfoy knew what Feli was capable of, he wouldn't touch the Italian with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole. Turkey, Austria, and Lucino can all vouch that if Italy is pushed there (or he isn't allowed to have pasta), he can turn into a little demon. He never said he can't fight, he just chooses not to. He doesn't like fighting, so he acts like a coward.

"Please don't hurt-a me!" Feliciano cried. "Just let-a me go! I'm still a virgin. Why do you think it's called 'extra virgin olive oil?' Per favore, I'm too young to-a die! Doitsu! Help!"

Malfoy smirked and tried to use the full body bind curse, only to be shocked to see Feli still flailing and screaming. Frustrated, he used the stunning spell, only to get the same effect. What he didn't realize, was most magic doesn't work on nations. Only one curse was known to work on them and it is illegal.

Well, nobody corners Italy and takes away his flight response. If he's forced to do the opposite, then people end up seriously hurt. And unfortuantely for Malfoy, he's going to find out what happens when Feli's pushed to the edge.

Everyone was enjoying the Halloween feast when Malfoy came in screaming. They all looked to the doors out of curiosity. They figured Peeves was probably harassing him, until the knife flew by his ear.

Standing in the doorway was a very pissed off Feliciano, radiating an aura darker than Russia's. He was holding a suspiciously bloody knife. If anyone looked close enough, they'd see that Malfoy's arm was bleeding heavily.

"Stupid bastardo." he growled. "I'm sick-a and tired of being pushed around. I didn't take this merda from Turkey or Lucino, I'm not going to take it from you. Now you will-a see how I dealt with Lucino after he hurt mio famiglia and mio amici."

"Italien, vhat has gotten into you?" Germany asked in shock.

"Ve~ I'm sick of stupid bastardi bullying me. I am Italy Venezanio and I don't have to take it." Feli replied. "That idiota is lucky fratello has control of the mafia. Unfortunately for him, I have knives. There is a reason Lucino prefers knives." He turned to Malfoy. "You asked for this by cornering me and attempting to curse me. Now I'm going to teach you a lesson in respect. Consider yourself lucky I don't have a sword. Otherwise I'd be using the fighting skills Nonno taught me."

Everybody except the nation's were too shocked and scared to pay attention to what Feli just said. Russia smiled, liking the show. He always knew the Italian had some hidden darkness in him. America, Canada, Germany, and England were in stunned silence. Italy was always the sweet, lovable coward not the cruel, merciless nation in front of them.

England got up to summon another nation that was close to Italy while America and Germany tackled Feli. Canada grabbed the knife from the wall and stanched the one from the Italian's hand when the American and the German had him pinned.

"Mon dieu, l'esprit perdu son putain de l'Italie!" the Canadian exclaimed.

"We can see that dude." Alfred replied. "Now get those damn things away from him."

"Ja, Italien should not be around them until he calms down." Ludwig added. "Get off your arsch und help, Russland!"

Just then, England ran in with Hungary and Austria. The Hungarian was carrying her infamous frying pan, while Austria was acting like the aristocrat he was. Neither looked happy to have been dragged to Scotland to sort out this problem.

"Feliciano, zat's enough." Austria growled. "If you vant to act like a child, zen I vill lock you in the closet like I used to und not feed you." He turned to Germany and America. "Alfred, Deutschland get off him und let Elizaveta und I handle zis."

"Nein Österreich. Alfred und I have it under control." Germany snapped.

"Oh igen, I can see that." Hungary said sarcastically. "Get off Németország, you too Alfred." She turned to Canada. "Give me the knives, Matthew."

The Canadian handed the woman the knives out of fear of her frying pan. According to Prussia and France, it wasn't pleasant. He quickly grabbed the back of his twin's robes and pulled him off Italy. Germany hesitantly got off his ally and left him at the mercy of Hungary and Austria.

"Olazország, that's enough." Elizabeta ordered. "Mr. Rodreich vill punish you. You don't vant that."

"Vhatever zis kid has done, it's not important enough to try und kill him for." Austria said. "Now settle down und come vith us."

Italy begrudgingly got up and followed his former caretakers out of the Great Hall. Everybody was shocked and slightly traumatized at what just happened. Nobody would've ever thought the Italian was capable of snapping like that. Well on the plus side, nobody could say he didn't belong in Gryffindor.

"I am very disappointed in you Italy. I did not raise you to lash out like zat." Austria scolded. "I understood the vhole Turkey thing but just because some kid vas bullying you. It vas bad enough vhen you used to bite me, but using knives against a mortal. Vhere is your common sense?"

"Oh Mr. Austria I'm sorry!" Italy cried, back to his usual self. "But he cornered me and Nonno taught me to fight-a if I got cornered. You know I don't like fighting after what happened to Holy Rome, but I just-a snapped. And that awful Umbridge was torturing America and me. It was-a just too much. Forgive me, per favore."

"Vait, vhat do you mean tortuing you und America?" Austria asked.

"She was using some spell called 'Crucio.'" Italy explained. "It hurt really bad and I saw terrible things happening to my people. I think she's still-a using it on America!"

"Vhy didn't you tell someone?" Austria demanded.

"Ve~ because America said she'd use it on Germany, England, Canada, and Russia too. And I couldn't let them get hurt." Feli sobbed before clinging to Hungary. "You have to-a help America Miss Hungary! She's still hurting him."

"There, there Olazország." she comforted him. "You need to tell Angila. He's the only one that can help Amerika. Though, I can hit this szuka vith my frying pan. Vould you like me to that?"

"Ve~ sí, Miss Hungary."

"Okay then. Now you go to bed and lay low for awhile. Understand?" she asked.

"Sí. Buonanotte, Miss Hungary. Buonanotte, Mr. Austria." Italy said.

"Jó éjszakát Olazország."

"Ja, gute nacht Italien." Austria said.

I'm back. Merry late Christmas to everyone. And if you don't celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays. I've been volunteering over the holiday and spending time with my family. I was told that last chapter was too dark, but I kind of gave you a fair warning a couple of chapters ago that I was considering torturing Italy and America. I just torture my favorite characters for some reason. Anyway, I don't know what a Hungarian accent sounds like, but I imagine it's similar to German. If you see any mistakes, especially in my foreign languages, tell me. I was using Google Translate and you know how that is.

Translations:

French-

Mon dieu, l'esprit perdu son putain de l'Italie. = My god, Italy's lost his fucking mind.

Hungarian-

igen = yes

Németország = Germany

Olazország = Italy

szuka = bitch

Jó éjszakát = Good night

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