Italy stirred in the darkness, feeling the rays of the sun press against his skin and vaguely noticing light wanting to seep under his eyelids. He wasn't sure where he even was anymore, he didn't feel sand beneath him but he still smelled the coastline. His brows twitched into a small furrow, a soft constant breeze brushing against his face lightly. What was it now?

Reluctantly, he made his eyes open to see what was exactly going on. He blinked, seeing one of the pretty ladies from before sitting next to him and softly fanning him with a large elegant feather fan.

"…Mm?" he hummed in confusion, looking down to notice that he was sitting on his grandfather's reclining lawn chair, and also that he was wearing a white shirt now to cover over his incision.

"Ah, there ya are! I was worried that you weren't gonna wake up!"

Italy jumped at the baritone voice, looking over to see his beloved grandpa in another chair nearly identical to his own, but he didn't have a shirt on. He was confused at first, but he soon connected two and two together of what happened. Seeing his injury made him black out, and Rome set him here and put his shirt on him so he didn't have to see it.

"Ahahaha, it's a joke you see, what's the worst that can happen while you're here?" Rome mused, lowering his shades to look at his grandson as he noticed he wasn't laughing. He frowned though, just seeing Italy look down to his feet sadly. "…Italy." He muttered, turning in his chair to face him clearly. "What's on your mind?" The chestnut haired lad was quiet for a bit, just watching his toes wiggle unenthusiastically for a while before he took a deep breath.

"Grandpa… where am I?"

"You're in limbo. Well, a more paradise type of limbo." Rome explained, sitting up and setting his feet on the ground on the side of the chair. "We aren't human, so we do not go up or down, we just… well, kinda go up a bit or down a bit. Luckily for us, we went up a level! So ladies all around!" In his exclaim of happiness, two more beautifully clad women were now sitting beside their chairs, one carrying a tray of a delicious punch-like drink and the other holding more fruit. Italy blinked at seeing more women being around them, that really making him believe that this was some sort of paradise.

"But, why am I here, grandpa? I mean, yes I technically died but… my body wasn't destroyed! I was... I was in Germanys hands. Germany would never let me go into any harm, especially after death." He trailed off there, looking back to his toes. Rome hummed in thought, scratching his light beard for a moment before snapping his fingers.

"When you woke up to this place, where were you?"

"I was... in the ocean, not sure where but it was a good length in." Italy said, looking back to the direction where his base camp was. He was quiet for a moment but it suddenly clicked. "I'm in the ocean?! H-how did I get there!?" Rome shrugged, not exactly sure how he did.

"Maybe the tide swept you up… but, Italy. What did happen to you? A wound like that isn't exactly something that would happen in a freak accident." Italy hesitated, biting his lip lightly as he thought about it.

"When I tell you... don't be mad, okay?"

"Ha! I'll never be mad at you—"

"I didn't say don't be mad at me." Italy interrupted, making the Roman man tilt his head curiously. "Don't.. be mad at Germany, or Japan either! Okay?" Rome's friendly smile decreased quite a bit, knowing from this that those other two must had done something to him.

"All right, I give you my word. Now, what did they do to you?"

Even the ladies had lowered their items to listen to the sad tale of Italy, some moving a bit to get a better look at him.

"W-well… we ran out of food… and since I am the weakest a-and they needed their strength to fight off the bad guys... they... they drowned me... and then ate my organs."

"What!?"

"Grandpa! Grandpa I said don't be mad!" Italy exclaimed, leaning back as his grandfather stood up to his full height. "Per favore, sit down!" The older empire stared down at his grandson for a moment before sitting himself back down, his face currently torn between upset and furious.

"How do you know that? That they did it because of it being survival of the fittest?"

"B...because they told me, Grandpa." Italy explained, rubbing his own forearm as he looked away. The look on the others face was beginning to really scare him. "I came back to life while they were cutting me open, and they told me everything... of why they did it and and..." Once again he trailed off, raising a hand to set on his stomach, but he pulled away, knowing that there was nothing there. "..I-I told them it was okay… I-I mean... I'm useless, what could I do? I'd rather it be me then them." Rome stared at him for a few more moments before he sighed, leaning forward to wrap his small grandson into a hug.

"You truly are an angel, Italy. To suffer all through that, and yet…" he paused, pulling back to look at him, "...you're going to be all right in the head, right?"

"I... don't know." Italy said, pursing his lips at the thought of it before he yelped very lightly, suddenly feeling warmth surround him as the four ladies leaned forward and hugged the boy close. All of them cooed in sympathy and one even stroking his hair as if wanting to make him feel better.

Of course, with how some of the girls positioned themselves against him for the hug, Italy knew there was at least one set of breasts lightly pressing against his cheek. Not that he minded of course.

"Veee~ Don't worry, ladies! I-I'll be all right, I promise!" He exclaimed, the women squeezing him a bit tighter before pulling away, but not too far away, as they still kept close to stroke his hair and pet under his chin.

"Ahahaha! That's my boy!" Rome laughed, not even minding his servants were trying to love on his descendant. After all he went through; he certainly deserved his love and pampering. "Maybe it's a good thing you're here; this will calm you down before heading back to face them!"

"I guess… I have no choice about it." Italy said, his voice treading on the melancholy tone once more before he felt the blonde lady stroking his hair give him another hug, and another press of breasts against his cheek. He let out a goofy giggle about it, the older man slapping his knee in laughter as well. Adjusting himself a little, he looked up to the lady in general, "uhm.. would you have anything to drink? I'm really thirsty."

At his request, the lady pulled away and brought up the tray of punch she had earlier, Italy quickly taking both of them and drinking them down almost ravenously. Rome frowned at this, figuring that they must have been through hell to get to cannibalism; it was no wonder he was drinking so greedily. He blinked, noticing something happen as he drank, but he kept quiet.

"Would you like some more, Italy?" She asked with a coy smile, a raven haired lady next to her moving close with her plate of grapes. "Or you may have some of these too, you can have whatever you want~"

"Aah, grazie, belle~ You are too kind to me, ehehe~"

Oh well, he would tell Italy about the red punch stain in the front of his shirt later.