*I wrote this listening to Hurting for a Very Hurtful Pain by Nico Nico Chorus. Look it up if you'd like! :D

BTW: This chapter will contain violence and blood. Be warned. I changed the rating to T just in case.

Narrator Point of View

"Homework? What homework?" Germany's voice bubbled with confusion.

China's eyes widened and his face visibly paled. The past conversation ran through his head.

Y'know, like suicide?

"God, what have I done…" China said more to himself than to Germany.

Totally random.

"China, what's going on?" Germany's voice demanded after hearing regret conquer the other man's voice.

"Italy just called me," he started to explain, "He said you gave him homework. He asked how countries die, and at first I was confused because countries were immortal… And I… Oh my gosh…"

"I was just at Italy's house, too. He was acting very strangely…" Germany said.

"Go back," China said forcefully. "Hurry."

"What did you tell him?!" Germany yelled into the phone.

"I said the only way a country could die was if they cut out their heart!" China screamed louder before he added in a hushed voice: "He won't actually do it… Will he..?"

Germany's Point of View

I had just started walking away from Italy's home when I heard my cell phone ring. Checking the caller ID, I saw China was calling.

Why would he be calling me..?

Despite my confusion, I answered.

"Ah, Germany," China said, "I was just wondering something. I helped Italy on the homework you gave him. That isn't cheating is it; was he supposed to do it on his own?"

My bemusement only strengthened with each word that registered in my head. Homework? My eyebrows furrowed and I stopped walking. I switched the phone from my right to left ear.

"Homework? What homework?" I asked.

It was silent on the other line for a moment. I couldn't even hear faint breathing. This call in addition to how Italy was acting, and even his appearance—this whole thing was plain weird. Finally China broke the silence.

"God, what have I done…" he said quietly.

What the heck is that supposed to mean?! I thought and frantically replied: "China, what's going on?"

"Italy just called me," he took a deep breath, "He said you gave him homework. He asked how countries die, and at first I was confused because countries were immortal… And I… Oh my gosh…"

That's only half of an answer! I couldn't think at the moment. "I was just at Italy's house, too. He was acting very strangely…" I recalled aloud.

The words barely left my lips before China barked: "Go back," the most demanding I'd ever heard him. "Hurry." His voice was grim.

The three simple words made my heart beat faster. What's even going on?!

"What did you tell him?!" I yelled into the receiver.

"I said the only way a country could die was if they cut out their heart!" his voice matched mine—if not louder.

My eyes widened.

He told him what?!

I dropped the call without warning and quickly dialed another number.

You've better not have done anything stupid… If you have I'll kill you…

"Germany-san, why have you called?"

"Japan, it's an emergency. Hurry to Italy's house."

I didn't wait to hear his response; I shut my phone and kept running. I don't think I've ran so fast even in war. How did I even get this far away from his house? It felt like two seconds ago I was at his doorstep.

I tried to open the door but it was locked. Italy never locked his doors.

I banged a fist against the wood. "Italy, open this door!" I yelled, not receiving a response. "Don't make me break it down again!"

I shoved my knuckles into the wood two more times before the third chipped the wood.

Screw this… I thought and kicked the door down.

Right when the door opened I nearly vomited. The place reeked. I don't remember it smelling like this when I visited only thirty minutes prior.

"Italy..?" I asked a bit quieter and wandered about the home.

Everything seemed in order as I walked past the kitchen, the living room even. I passed his art room and my eyes widened. The whole place had paint flung around. A single canvas was in the center. I stepped into the room cautiously, the paint still wet under my boots. Many containers of paint were broken and topped over.

I finally walked in front of the canvas, and what I saw shocked me. It wasn't anything like all the other paintings he's ever showed me. Paint was flung violently at the fabric. Swirls of colors showed anger and depression. There were two figures in the center, doing what looked like a kiss, but their faces were twisted and the shadows were shades of reds and blues. Violet.

"I'm sorry," I heard a weak voice from another room.

Italy.

"Italy, where are you?!" I screamed, kicking myself for forgetting my reason for coming.

"I tried. I really did," he continued to speak, but I had yet to find him.

"Italy!"

"I followed all of China's instructions, but it didn't work."

What the heck is that supposed to mean?!
"Now that I think about it, it was just a theory."

"Italy, stop talking nonsense and tell me where you are!"

"You're just going to have to live with me. I'm sorry," he continued to ramble in an emotionless voice.

I finally found him in the guest bedroom, but I only wished I hadn't. The sight was horrid.

Japan's Point of View

After receiving Germany-san's phone call, skepticism crawled under my skin. First "Romano's Visit" and now this? Italy wasn't at Romano's he was out with me that day… And what do you mean emergency?

Sighing, I made my way to Italy's house. Honestly, the man worries way too much.

I found myself at his door—or where it would have been. It was then that I started to worry.

Walking over the door that now lay on the ground, my hand rushed up and held my nose. What died in here?

Everything seemed like it had on my last visit. The kitchen was the same. The living room was the same. His bedroom was clean and right. What was the big emergency?

"Germany-san, I'm here," I called out timidly.

"J-Japan," Germany stuttered.

How unlike him.

"We're in the guest bedroom… Be careful coming in."

"Oh, Japan's here, too?" was that Italy's voice? He sounded so… strange.

I found my way to the guest bedroom and my eyes widened and the look of complete horror overtook my features. That's right, everyone take a picture. The stoic Japan was showing emotion.

More like using every ounce of strength not to run right then.

Italy was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, surrounded by various bloodied knives. He was shirtless and many deep scars were planted over his chest before skin grotesquely grew back over them, leaving a line imprinted on his chest. Above where his heart would be.

He was resting in a sea of his own crimson liquid-self.

There were so many knives. Oh so many. Various sizes, different blades. It all ranged from butcher knives to pocket knives. Some were strewn far away from the body, a few stuck in the walls, most were surrounding him. He was still grasping one large kitchen knife in his right fist. His knuckles would have appeared white if not for the blood cascading over them.

He was covered in paint; most of it was violet, though it was now being soaked through to a deep scarlet. If you thought his hair was a reddish-brown then, you'd throw "brown" out the window now.

But the only thing I could think was just what had happened to Italy in the time I left him yesterday to now?

Italy's Point of View

Germany was the first one to visit me. I could tell he wanted to puke when he saw me. Did he hate me that much? I repulse everyone.

He took a shaking step towards me. Cautiously. Timidly. Before he knelt next to me.

"I-Italy, what have you done to yourself?" Germany asked in a shaking voice.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, "It was only a theory. I'm only disappointed it's not true."

"What are you talking about?" Germany demanded of me.

"China told me if I cut out my heart, I would die. So I did. But almost as quickly as I cut the vein it would reconnect itself," I explained, "I'm sorry I've failed. You're going to have to live with me."

"The only thing you should be sorry for is putting yourself through this! I would be devastated if you killed yourself!" Germany's voice dripped with venomous anger. He was angry at me. He hated me.

"You're only saying that. You don't have to pretend anymore."

"I'm saying this because it's true! No one would like it if you just left us like this!" but his words hardly registered in my head.

"Maybe if you did it, it would work," I put the blade in his palm. The palm that used to hold a key, but that key was lost now.

Germany looked disgusted as he threw the knife across the room.

"I will never do such a thing!" he yelled, but it came out more like a hoarse whisper.

"Germany-san, I'm here," ah, so Japan will come, too?

"J-Japan, we're in the guest bedroom… Be careful coming in."

"Oh, Japan's here?" I asked in a voice too playful for the situation we were placed in.

It wasn't long before I saw his silhouette nearing the door. I saw his plain face twist into an aghast expression and almost felt sorry.

But then I remembered that no one cared anyways and just lay still, letting him take in the marvelous view.

Yeah, I think I've gone insane... XDD Anyways I hope you liked the chapter! I feel like I'm uploading nearly every day now and that's too much . Maybe the rush shows in my writing but I don't mean for it to. ;-; This chapter is a little long. (I normally write around 1k every chapter and this one made it to 1,600) I feel annoyed for the "What died in here" is reiterated from my "The Real Truth" story... Unoriginal me is unoriginal. I also threw in the Japan's Point of View because I felt like it. :3 And now I'm probably rambling so BYEEEEEE Hope you liked this chapter!