HetaOni Italy X Reader- Is he...still alive?
A/N: This is a continuation of "Is he?".
"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?"
Italy looked around. The last thing he remembered was dying in that room in the mansion by that Thing's hand, but he was in a field. He wondered why he was in a field. Why?
"Italy!" A familiar voice called out to the dazed Italian. He looked up from his feet to see...
"Holy Rome?"
You stared at your phone as everyone tried to tell Japan that Italy was dead, that he wouldn't just open his eyes because the island nation was screaming at him. They were all telling him that he was wasting his time. You could point all the voices that were telling him to stop except one, Italy Romano.
You walked up to Estonia and asked him for your phone.
"Guys," your slightly hoarse voice called out, "will all of you be quiet for a moment!" All of the nations silenced at once.
"Romano?" you asked.
"Si, ragazza?"
"Why aren't you telling Japan to stop like the rest?"
"You know why." Your breath caught in your throat.
"Confirm it for me," you demanded, "out loud."
A flood of gasps from the nations on the other line echoed from the speaker in your phone.
"It's because...I'm not dead."
That voice! You knew that voice! Your breath caught once again. It couldn't be, could it?
"Italy?" you asked. "Italy Veneciano?"
"Si, bella." Your knees gave out from under you. That was your pet name!
"You're alive!" you smiled, twinkling tears streaming down your face. "Mein gott! I thought I lost you."
"I'm going to come out safely," he promised, "making sure eleven others come out of this mansion with me."
"You better!"
"Ich liebe dich!" you heard him call.
"Ti amo, Italia!"
The line went dead as another one of those Things appeared. Now, that you knew Italy was alive, you were ready to make sure that not even one of those things remained. You quickly pulled an arrow out of the quiver on your back and shot the thing in the forehead.
"That's for Italy," you smirked.
Italy and the eleven others went back down to the basement and into the cave where the rope ladder had once promised escape. Blocking their way was the largest of the Things they had ever seen. Italy smiled. He had a secret that not even the Thing knew about.
The Holy Roman Empire had joined the party.