**Note : This chapter has a bit of violence so sorry!

Italy POV

I lay in bed that night as my life flashed before my eyes. Isn't it strange how at night the mysteries of the world just open up to you? Most nights I would crawl into bed with Germany, but I could see that annoys him and I just didn't have the heart to see him so irritated tonight. Especially since he's probably still out with that girl…

So here I am, flat on my back, staring at the white ceiling overhead. I reached a hand up, blocking the light from one of the lights from my eyes. I never turned off my lights, and I didn't care how high the electricity bill was. I could never turn off these lights… my security from my nightmares.

What's there is there whether the light is on or not. They try to tell me, but they don't entirely understand. Without light as a barrier of what's real and imaginative, they blend together in terrifying ways. The last time the lights turned off was two years ago. I don't know if I can go through that again… Unfortunately fate wasn't on my side.

The lights started to flicker before dying away. My eyes jolted open, widening as if it would make the darkness go away. As if it would stop my hallucinations.

I saw figures all over the room. Dead people. People I've killed in past wars. Members of the Mafia whom had lost their lives in the most gruesome ways all revealed themselves to me.

I saw many of them scattered aimlessly over the ground. If I told you some were human you wouldn't believe me. One had lost its eye; the socket was completely covered in blood and something unrecognizable. His mouth was open and he stared at the wall.

Others had body parts blown off, or they were physically hung in my room like a shirt on a hanger. As if they belonged there. As if this was normal.

As if the visual interests weren't enough, sounds started. I heard gunshots and all I could see was the color red. All I could hear was the clap of thunder that wasn't there. The people in my room started to move, some started to laugh.

"Welcome to the darkness," one to my left said. I hadn't noticed him so close.

A girl at the foot of my bed was crying: "Please stop! Don't hurt me anymore! I don't know anything!" And just like that she collapsed.

I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, keeping the tears from staining my cheeks. The sounds escalated until I couldn't take it anymore and just let a scream surface through my burning throat.

The lights suddenly flickered back on and my eyes opened suddenly. Nothing was there. No war. No corpses. No nothing. My mind wouldn't make sense of anything until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

Germany POV

I walked through the door wearily. I had been talking to the waitress for almost an hour before her friends started yelling at her for slacking off. At that point she gave me her number and we went our separate ways. I had to admit, she was cute and a nice girl.

I was at Italy's house. He had left so abruptly, I wanted to make sure he was fine, especially taking into account that he was so excited for the little date that morning.

I walked into the house and all the lights were on, even though it seemed like it was late enough for him to be asleep.

I wandered around the house, checking the rooms to find him. It was then I heard a scream. Italy's hoarse yelp that broke the fabrics of the air. A scream when he was in mortal terror.

I bounded up the steps to his bedroom as fast as I could. My thoughts ran a million miles. I nearly broke the door down as I was too panicked to twist the handle. I had only heard that scream once in my life, and that was when I found him curled up in a ball in his home that one day.

Despite all the wars I'd endured, I felt fear in the pit of my stomach as I scanned the room, looking for my dear ally.

Italy POV

"Italy?" I heard someone ask, that rough, beautiful voice I had grown to love, "Italy what's wrong?"

"Ve~ Nothing, I just woke up," I lied through my teeth. My voice cracked.

"Italy, you're crying," the voice was concerned now. I felt him getting closer. Closer. Closer.

"N-No!" I nearly shouted, pushing myself to the back of the bed.

It was at this time, I looked up. It was Germany. My hair stuck to my face from a mixture of sweat and tears.

"Italy, what's gotten into you?" Germany asked, bewildered. His hand touched my shoulder and I nearly screamed.

I fell out of my bed and clutched my head. I'm going crazy… I thought, yet I couldn't stop myself.

"Don't touch me…. Don't touch me…" I mumbled over and over, staring at nothing.

"I've never seen you like this! What's wrong with you?" Germany's voice was more demanding than questioning.

My breathing got shorter as my hallucinations started to seep back in. I flailed my arms for a minute, trying to stop all the things from crawling towards me. I let out another scream.

"Italy!" Germany yelled, grabbing my shoulders to steady me, but not even this brought me back to Earth.

I scratched at his arm, "No!" I screamed, and swiped at his face. "Stop it! I'm sorry!"

"What are you apologizing for? Italia!" Germany tried desperately to break the glass around my little world, yet his voice was not strong enough.

"I'm sorry… I'm so so sorry…" I sobbed, the last bit of sanity dripping out of my body. My mind.

Narrator POV

Italy lay in a ball, sobbing by the foot of his bed. Germany could do nothing but watch. Every time he attempted to touch the boy, he only got worse.

Eventually, Germany settled for sleeping on the floor next to him. He watched Italy's eyelids grow heavy as they shut slowly, forcing the last bits of tears gathered in his eyes to crawl down his cheeks. His breath was shaking unsteadily.

Germany had always known his little Italian ally had been weak, but he had never witnessed him so exposed. So miserable.

Germany awoke first the next morning. He sat up slowly as he cracked his sore back. Italy was still sleeping with a sour expression. An expression the German had now seen too often.

When Italy began to stir, Germany sat up to full attention, studying him carefully.

"Ugh… My head hurts… I feel like crap…" he groaned, placing a hand to his forehead.

"Are you alright, Italy?" Germany asked.

Italy snapped his head up, focusing his eyes on the man sitting in front of him before speaking: "Yeah..? Why are you asking?"

"Last night… you were a little…"

"Speaking of which… Why are you here? When did you get here?" Italy tilted his head in question.

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what..? You're confusing me now."

Germany looked at Italy for a moment before responding a simple, "Never mind," and standing up. "I'll see myself out."
"Bye..?" Italy's voice was smaller as he watched his ally leave.

What was that all about?

Thank you for reading! Well I wrote this back after Chapter Two, but it didn't fit the story line so I ignored it. After the last chapter though, I thought it fit in a bit, so I decided to upload it after editing it a little. ^.^ Hope it was okay! Remember to review!