Chapter 1

The markings stood before him engraved in the wall. The house was made of faded wood and seemed to be about to collapse. Warnings were written with blood in the walls trying to scare the Italian, but failed miserably. He could wait until he entered this fluffy, cute world the legend speaks of. Something told him inside that the legend was true, and now he could prove to himself that he wasn't more insane than he already was. His brother made sure to keep the house empty from the outside so no disturbances would be made. Slowly he spoke in the foreign language, chanting high and low notes. Suddenly the markings glowed brightly ready to take him away from this dark world. He now was about to enter a new world that hasn't been screwed up by insanity like theirs. He was now ready to conquer this new world and take it as his own.

Feliciano stood in a garden. The grass was a bright green as the trees surrounded him in a semicircle. He walked in a circle taking close watch at where he was. When he came back from a 360ᴼ turn, a dark aura was in front of him like a tall glass window. Through the aura he could see dead gray grass on the bottom. Smoke floated from the afar of the horizon as the clouds stood in a creepy gray and dark scarlet. The nation looked away only to see all of the nations lying on the cheerful grass stained with scarlet all over their bodies. They were all piled up, and on top of the corpses sat an almost identical body as his. His head took a hat and his uniform was just like his, only brown. He took a step forward as the stranger looked up at him with his violet eyes and devilish smirk. Suddenly the earth crumbled below him. Trying to get away from the thin land, but fell before escaping down.

Feliciano awoke from his nightmare siting in straight angle and a sudden scream. He could feel tears stroll down his cheeks as Germany entered from the other.

"Italy, are you okay?"

"Ve~, si, I just had that nightmare again…"

"Ugh, Italy, this is what you get for watching a horror movie with the America, now do you understand why I didn't let you?"

"Si, sorry, Germany."

"Yes, now change, the meeting's going to be soon anyway."

He left leaving the Italian alone in his room. Italy never saw a movie with America, but he was sure that if he told that to Germany, not only would he get mad, but he would also think he was insane or something and not be with him anymore. He quickly tried to shake away the nightmare and changed for the meeting. Once he got in his suit, he looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection seemed normal at first, but slowly the figure changed into the figure in his dream.

He looked at him with a smirk as if ready to kill. His heartbeat quickened as the reflection moved independently from him. Italy lifted his hand placing it on the mirror. The man did the same after him, but before they had a chance to touch, Germany opened the door. The reflection came back to normality at his control. He jerked his hand towards his own body before Germany would notice what he was doing. The atmosphere was clear, though, making Germany stand in an awkward position.

"Italy…Are you okay?"

"Ve~ Yes, I'm fine, let's go, I'm ready."

Italy managed to pass through Germany and into the car. He was sure Germany suspected something was up, but let the subject go.

Lovino rubbed his neck thoughtfully. He couldn't help but to feel something was wrong. Something, somewhere. He went into his restroom where he saw a red liquid spilling from under the door. Scarlet handprints stained the wooden door and door handle. He felt his breath quicken as his heart flew to his throat. He finally obtained the bravery to yank the door open only to find it completely spotless. He felt himself calm down as he looked back at the door to find it also clean from anything near the color red.

He traced the sides of his neck thoughtfully wondering why all of the illusions. This wasn't the first he has had, and something told him this wasn't the last. He raised his head to the mirror. He had bags under his eyes making it more than evident his sleepless night. Nightmares haunted him of himself killing others filled his memories of what used to be calm and resting nights. He knew something was wrong, but didn't tell anyone. He knew it was crazy, so he kept it in wondering if there were any good psychiatrists around. He needed a hell of a good one.

He heard Spain knock on the door which startled him. Ever since two nights before, when Spain found him in the floor crying after he accidently fell asleep, the tension stood in between them. Lovino refused to tell him what was wrong despite his feelings for him. It seemed as if everyone knew about his feelings for the Spaniard, but he refused to believe it. Love will always be your true weakness, just like he used to say in the mafia.

"Romano, Italy and Germany are here, are you ready?"

Romano opened the door and walked past the gleaming green eyes. He knew something was off about him and that many noticed that about him (he started to insult less and less everyday), but he couldn't care less what people or other nations thought about him right now. It did annoy him that most saw him in pity though. Dumb bastards. They judge before they could even know anything. Only if they saw what he saw, maybe then it wouldn't be so hard to accept there pity for his insanity. He got into the car avoiding his brother's worried gaze that was firmly set upon him. The drive to the meeting was quiet which only locked both twins on their horrid memories.

Romano walked inside the building thankfully managing to escape from the other three nations. He walked alone to the bathroom not sure what to do. Something told him it wasn't a good idea to be with someone, but another part of him told him it wasn't a good idea to be alone either. He washed his face closing his eyes trying to absorb the fresh of the water against his tan skin. Some of the water managed to sneak its way to his mouth and into his tongue. He tasted, not water, but something metallic and dark. It was hard to explain.

When his eyes opened he saw blood coming out of the drain and spread all over his hands and face. He was caught off guard as he tripped backward to the ground. At second look, the water was back in its original form. Was he losing his mind? That was something he wanted to know desperately. The door flew open revealing a dark, black cape draping over an anonymous body. Taking a step forward, he kneeled touching Romano's chin gently.

A shadow took over most of the stranger's face, but there was enough light for a smirk to be taken place on his tan face. A dark bliss took over Romano's body that soon turned into dizziness. The Italian tried to steady himself, but the man took his arms stopping him from keeping any steadiness he had left. Soon his head hit the ground and darkness filled his sight.

A/N

Yellow, well this is my second chapter fanfic, I noticed that there isn't enough stories with the 2p's (spoiler!I think :P) , so I decided to make one. Well, review if you like. I'm busy with school, so I won't put any due dates or whatever you want to call them. I'll try to make the chapters long so it would be worth the wait. Anyway, I hope you liked this, I'm open to ideas, but I already have set up the pairings, so nothing can't really break through that… But still, I'll give you credit if I use it though. Adios (^)w(^)