HetaOni! Italy x Reader- Is he?

This contains spoilers for HetaOni and heartbreaking material. Read at your own transgression.

Liechtenstein shot the thing at its sensitive spot in the head, and it disappeared.

"Good," Hungary huffed, "Now we can break the clock in the tree."

"I got it," you panted. "We're one step closer to getting you out."

You took an arrow out of the quiver, aimed at the clock resting in the tree, and released it. The clash following the whirring let you know that the clock was destroyed. You smile a bit, and your phone starts ringing. It was Russia.

"Get everyone together," he said.

"Something is off," Belarus added. "He sounds...almost...heartbroken."

You did what he told you to and gathered all the countries that were aiding in the fight.

But why were you fighting?

You were the newest formed country. Germany had taken you under his wing until you could stand on your own as an independent nation. Prussia and Germany were great "big brothers" to you. They took you to the meetings, helped start your economy, and even helped you make friends...especially one in Italy Veneziano.

Italy was a sweet person to you. He was always so kind to you and frequently invited you for pasta. It didn't surprise anyone when you two became an item.

But now, he was in danger along your brothers and nine others. They were locked in a mansion full of gray alien-like monsters that wanted to kill them, so you and the other nations were all fighting to save your friends.

As they all grouped together, you put the phone on speaker.

"Russia," you called.

"Da?"

"We're all here. What do you need?"

"It's terrible!" he cried. "We're all crying, Germany is a mess..."

"What's wrong?" Lithuania asked.

You were scared Prussia was dead. Your brother was a bit reckless, and inside that mansion was not a place to reckless with "awesome" antics.

"Italy, he..." Russia sniffled. You were worried.

"What happened to him?" You asked frantically. "What happened to Italy?"

"He was killed."

You fell to your knees as Austria, Hungary, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein called out your name and tried to catch you. You dropped you phone on the grassy ground.

"He..." you muttered, "he can't be. He...was going to get out...so...we could see each other again." Crystalline tears flowed out of your eyes as you vision blurred. You balled you hand into fists on the ground and screamed his name.

Inside, Russia had put his phone on speaker. All of the eleven countries heard every word, and their hearts broke as you screamed out for Italy. Prussia sat down on one of the beds, wishing he could be there with you as he looked at Germany sitting with Japan at Italy's bedside. China and Russia stood there, fighting tears as Canada held a bawling France. A blind England held America's hand as they cried silently, and Spain rubbed Romano's back as the Italian sobbed with the girl who loved his brother.

Meanwhile, Estonia picked up your phone as the others swarmed around you silently. Austria held you as you cried into his shoulder.

"When did this happen, Russia?" he asked.

"A little while after we talked to you guys through the window," he sniffled. Estonia's heart broke more. Italy had promised to love you forever through that window.

"We're in the safe room now," Russia added.

For a while, the only thing anyone heard was two people sobbing. Everyone was mourning over the loss of the Italian they all adored.

"Itary!" Japan yelled. "Itary! Wake up!"

You stood up as the countries all stared at the phone in the Baltic's hand with a question in mind.

"Is Italy still alive?"