I'm back yay! Sorry for the break, my wrist is better now. I'm going to write angst right now so sorry….this takes place after the events of HetaOni(even though I have no idea how IT FRICKING ENDS) but anyways, Italy has a flashback to the events during a world conference. WARNING VERY SAD AND FOR SOME REASON I THINK THIS MIGHT TRIGGER SOMEONE SO BE CAREFUL. And also, sorry if any quotes I quote aren't accurate. It's hard to find the exact quote, and I only remember the just of it. Sorry in advance. Also I'm making this into a couple of chapters. There will be England, America, Germany, and Japan's memories/flashbacks. After this one will be America's pov. ( Sorry for any grammar mistakes I made that I didn't notice)

I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR ITS CHARACTERS. THEY BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF HETALIA. I DON'T OWN HETAONI. THE GAME AND ALL OF THE PLOTS MENTIONED IN THIS STORY BELONG TO THE CREATOR OF HETAONI

"ITALY," Germany yelled. The world conference had started. Everyone was all jumpy, ready to discuss today's problems. Everyone except Italy. Italy was more interested in the cat he had in his arms. "WHY DID YOU BRING A CAT?" Germany yelled louder. "I love her Germany. She's so cuteeeee!" Italy beamed. "At least I didn't bring pasta this time-though that would've been a good idea. World problems make me hungry."

England sipped his tea," Just let him keep the cat in here, it's not like we can convince him otherwise." Germany sighed," Fine. But if you let her down, I'll make you run laps, and I'll keep adding more if you don't case it down."

Italy froze," Wh-what did you say Germany?" Italy thought about what he said. Oh no no no, not that place again. "I said I'll keep adding laps!" Germany shouted.

Now go, Prussia said softly, or he'll make you do laps. And he'll keep adding to them.

Italy put his hands over his ears, "No, no, no, NO, NO, NO." He remembered their faces. Full of emptiness. Bodies covered in blood. Over and over again they died.

One by one, they died by group, or by themselves.

He saw England, but he looked past him. America held up two fingers and asked him how many fingers he was holding up. He couldn't see America's fingers. His eyes were distant.

He saw Germany his face covered in blood, telling him to run from the monster.

He saw himself, covered in blood, dead and colorless. Then Germany showed up and put a flower in his hands. "Goodbye Italy," he said, with a tear in his eye.

Then, he saw a clock. Not an ordinary clock, however. All the numbers were covered in blood. Each of his friends were lying dead by each number. Italy realized that it wasn't random blood…it was his blood.

He sat in the center of all of his friends, with a cut on his arm and red stains on his shirt. His hands were red from his own blood, because he painted numbers, and placed his friends next to each one, in the order they died…

"ITALY, snap out of it!" Germany shook him. Italy blinked and looked around. All the nations were starring, in concern, at him. "Italy, it's okay. You're here, with us at the world conference. In the meeting room. You're not in the mansion." England spoke softly. Italy looked him dead in the eye," No one is dead?" England shook his head," No. We're all alive."

Italy clutched his shoulders, "I-I'm fine." Germany looked at Italy, "I don't believe you. The meeting will continue next week. Everyone go home and get some rest, please."

Everyone left the room, leaving Germany and Italy. "Germany, I'm sorry for breaking down." Germany put his hand on Italy's shoulder," It's okay. A soldier can break down. He has the right to after everything he has been through."

Italy looked at Germany, with tears already pouring down his cheeks. Germany opened his arms," Come on." Italy hugged him, crying into his shirt. Germany felt a tear come down his cheek as well, as he patted Italy on the back, "There, there, why don't we go get some pasta. It'll make you feel better." Italy nodded, parting from Germany and standing up, "Yeah. Pasta."

With that, Germany decided to give Italy therapy sessions every day, to get rid of those horrid memories. Little did he know, others were having the same problem.

Let me know if you cried and/or liked it. ~ Alex (PS- sorry if it moved to fast, It's like one am here and I'm kinda crashing from all the Coca Cola I consumed today.)