The Italian male looked down. "I am sorry Germany… But … Here you are save. Here you are with me. Here nobody is going to hurt us. But you need to accept it… Even if I need to hurt you. You will be mine" and kissed the German lips full of care and happiness. He could taste the German blood, but he smiled softly… The German wasn't going to let him win. And gave him a hard head-butt. "NEIN! NOW LET ME GO!" The Italian hold his head. Almost crying because he couldn't understand why the German was doing this. "Germany… Let it go… Please… Stay with me for always." "NEIN! Not like this!" the bleu eyed yelled. The Italian looked sad and went to the table to get a stiletto knife. Then he went walking back and stabbed it close to the German crotch between the stones so it stayed up. "I am sorry Ludwig… But I will not let you go." The German looked with big eyes to the knife. "ARE YOU INSANE?" "Shall we play a game Germany? Shall we make fun? Like you always wanted sii? A game with your sticky friend?" The Italian stood up and walked away to get something to make the German in the mood. The German just looked at the knife then at the Italian who left in the darkness. With his teeth he was able to get the knife and tried to free his hands with it. "C-come on." He was able to free one of his hands and then the Italian came back. He walked to the German little worried. "Where is the knife…? " "Does it matter? You are insane Italy stop it you need to come back to yourself!" he tried to cut the robes around his other hand without moving his whole body or even his arm. "Italy let me hug you for a moment. We will just be like we were back then just drop this all!" But the Italian shacked his head. "No Germany I am sorry… You went too far." The German suddenly grinned and freed his other hand now as well! Then he grabbed the male in front of him at his neck and held him on the floor. "You can't lock me up forever!" The Italian gagged and looked at the male. "g-ge-r-ma-ny" The German smiled a little and with the knife he freed his legs as well. Then he pointed the knife on the Italian neck. "Who are you?!" He yelled at the little thing and hold him tight on the ground. This couldn't be Italy. It had to be somebody else. Maybe it was Romano but he couldn't do of this… Maybe it was all a dream?
The young man was crying now and tried to struggle. But he went holding the German tight. With his arms around him. For a moment the German letted his guard off. "Italy…what happened to you?" He went holding him tight and threw the knife away. "What happened to you?.." he asked him again. But the Italian didn't react on it. "d-do-doitsuuuuu~!" The male held him closer and petted his head. But as soon as he trusted him again he felt a needle inside is neck. His eyes went big again and he threw the Italian away. "NEIN WHAT WAS THAT!?" he stood up and went to the table where his gear was laying and grabbed his gun and pointed it on the Italian. His eyes were blurry and his legs went heavy. "N-nein... I am not… g-going to give-" the German fell on the ground and everything went black before his eyes.
"I am sorry Germany…. But you have to stay with me for always… … .. Ti amo luddy…. Nobody is going to take you away from me. Not even yourself.