Sunlight drenched the whole park, the leaves in the trees acting as filters, so that the gravel path Italy and Germany walked along was only dappled by the intense golden light. The boy smiled. Being in Germany's presence made him feel safe and wanted. Italy glanced to the other and reached for his hand. At once, Germany whipped his hand away and stared to the boy.
"D-don't do that, Italy. Not in public-people will...get ideas about us."
"Oh." The boy glanced away. "But I want to hold your hand, Germany."
"No." He said coldly. His let out a sigh and turned back to face Italy. "Look, its just not...good for both our reputations to be doing 'couple' things, OK?"
"O-okay." he nodded miserably. "I understand."
"I knew you would." Germany smiled weakly. The boy kept his head down and submissively walked by his companion's side. Upon glancing around the rest of the park, Italy noticed there were other couples, all holding hands and smiling. But there was only one difference. They were all men and women. Germany was right. They couldn't be together because Italy was another man and Germany wouldn't want his status crushed by being branded as gay. The boy frowned. Maybe if he was a girl, things would be different. Germany would want to hold his hand and laugh and do all the things couples do together. He stole a glance at the man; he strode forward with a placid expression resting on his face. Wheels began to turn in the boy's mind. He would do anything for Germany, even if it meant changing who he was. That night, the boy snuck out of the house, Germany blissfully unaware.

Britain awoke to a knocking at the door. With a groan, he sat up and twisted his alarm clock round.
"Ugh, it's nearly midnight-what kind of wanker is knocking at my door at this time!" Struggling out of bed, the man decided there must be some kind of emergency if someone needed him at such an hour. Upon opening the door, Britain almost recoiled in shock.
"Italy? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Britain, you have to help me."
"W-what?"
"I need you to use your magic on me." Britain blinked.
"I really hope that wasn't a euphemism for anything."
"No, I need you to help me!" he said desperately.
"Fine, why don't you come in then and you can explain what it is you need."

Britain combed a hand through his thick blonde hair, letting out a sigh. "I see. Well, you should know, I've never tried anything like this before so I can't be sure of the outcome."
"You can still try, can't you?"
"I can. But, save anything should go wrong..."
"Please Britain...I-I love Germany! I'll do anything to make him happy!" Britain frowned.
"But will this truly make him happy?" The boy hesitated for a moment.
"It has to." Italy smiled weakly.
"Fine. If you're sure you want to go through with this then follow me. We'll go down into the basement."

Italy stood some distance away from the man, in the centre of the basement floor. Britain's dark cape hung from his shoulders. He flipped up the hood, carefully leafing through a thick, ancient looking book. He stopped, snatching a glance at the other and stepped forwards, his footsteps creating small rounded echoes with each stride. Italy began to tremble, a dark feeling churning in his stomach. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. No. He had to do this. For Germany. To make him happy.
"Are you ready?" Britain asked in a low, grave voice. The boy nodded with hesitation. He gulped as Britain looked to the book and began whispering some kind of ancient chant in an alien tongue. The floor around Italy suddenly burst with purple light, a glowing pentagram forming around him. He glanced over his shoulder and let out a small, nervous whimper. Britain turned the page of the book and began to whisper a second chant. This time, Italy felt a rush of air around his ankles. Upon looking down to his feet, he saw a gathering blanket of purple mist, rising steadily higher towards his face. He let out another whimper, louder this time. Britain acknowledged his fear and stepped forward.
"You have to be calm, Italy. The magic is working. You have to keep still! But, trust me, everything will fine, OK?" The boy nodded his head quickly, holding his chin up high. He clenched his fists as the mist rose past his chest and approached ever nearer to his face. Locking his jaw together, Italy squirmed as the purple smoke passed his mouth and drifted in through his nose. At once, the boy's mouth was forced open with a dry gag, followed by several pathetic coughs. He sharply inhaled one final breath before his eyes rolled back lifelessly and he fell to the floor, completely devoured by the smoke. Britain watched, unable to make anything out past the thick wall of purple mist. A white light suddenly began to penetrate through the smoke, huge beams striking through the air before long. The man watched on in awe, his cape flapping furiously behind him. As the light began to fade away, only then was Italy revealed. Britain's mouth dropped slightly open, his eyebrows raising.

End of chapter 1

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