'Kay. Chapter five. Freakin' splendid.

So… I know I haven't been updating my other story, but I kind of got lost on that one. Sorry. I'll try to think of something to put in it, but I think that the only reason why I haven't updated it is because I'm afraid of something being too extreme. So… yeah. (I tend to say 'so' and 'yeah' a lot.)

Well, I'm sorry it took so long to upload. Had things to do, people to see, anime to watch… that stuff.

I am going to follow the Shingeki no Kyojin plotline, but I'll just have my things added. I'm glad that a few people like Eren/Italy ('cause I can't really picture Italy being on top.), but I'm still not sure. I've added a hint in this chapter, but if I decide later not to make the pairing, it will just seem like a friend/brotherly thing. (like the whole Germany/Italy huggy moment.)

Warning for this chapter: Contains violence, swearing, being tested on, unknown whisperers, no Pasta, and Italy. Because Italy is dangerous as fuck since he has no Pasta. Beware.

ON WITH THE STORY!

(Sorry for errors in spelling or grammar!)

(Italy POV)

I wake up to find myself in a cell and two people standing on the other side of the cage doors with another cell behind them. I'm not really surprised at that. I'm seen as a freak survivor, I was the only one who stood up to the Oni, and I suddenly faint after fighting said demon. Makes perfect, and anyone who didn't have logic, was completely stupid, and had absolutely no paranoia would do otherwise. 'So what if I'm in a cell, chained to a bed, in what looks to be a dungeon, most likely underground, with guards outside of my cell. At least the have enough sense to put me in a contained place!' I think, staring at each thing in turn.

Looking behind the two silent guards, I see Eren in the same position I'm in, just without the chains. I take it he's trusted more than I am. 'Probably because he's been with them longer, dipshit!' I then pause in my thoughts, freezing at the colorful choice word. 'Where did that come from?' I look up to see that seven others have joined us. From the looks of it, Levi, Petra, Auruo, and four others have joined. Eren is now up against his cage door, hands gripping the bars, watching me with them. 'Probably waiting with them to see if I do anything else abnormal. I- wait, is that lady drooling at me? GROSS!' I can't help the disgusted glance I send toward the before mention female, who was the only one who had glasses, before looking down at my chained hands.

No words were said as I simply stared at my hands. I felt a sudden itchy feeling start to grow where my mark was. I began to scratch, sensing instead of seeing them all lean forward, tensing. When nothing happened except for me continuing to scratch, they all leaned back, relaxing slightly. I didn't look in the least unnerved by the silence, but my mind was roaring for me to say something, for someone to say something. I can't sit in silence for too long, otherwise my mind will wander back to territories I would rather not cross. I began to fiddle with the chains as I began to feel the madness starting to slowly edge it's way into my mind.

That was when the whispering started. I could hear them so clearly, it was as if They were right there beside me. They were whispering maddening words, urging me to strike, to lash out. I breathed in deeply, before letting out a sigh. I wanted to lift my hands to my head to try and feebly block out the words, but I knew the manacles wouldn't let me move that far. I tilted my head to the right, staring at the floor without truly meaning to…. or was that the ceiling?. I could feel voices calling out to me, but I shut them out. I was too busy floating, revelling in the darkness surrounding me. I could faintly feel something running down my wrists and onto the sheets below me. I turn to them, to see blood. 'Blood? I would have thought they would give me clean sheets.' I then realised that the blood was black. 'Wait… is this blood mine? I-It looks like it.'

I look back up too see four people in front of me. Levi, Eren, Miss Drool (as I had dubbed her), and a blonde that had the most serious expression I had ever seen. It was so serious, it rivalled Japan's look, even though Japan's was more monotonous than serious. I simply look at Eren as he grabs my wrists, turning back at the three behind him too yell for a bit, before turning back too me, worry clear on his face. I can see his mouth moving, but I can't hear a thing. I can only cock my head too the right slightly as he turned to Miss Drool, saying something incoherent. As she came forward, I weakly studied her face, trying to decipher the words that came out sounding like nonsensical mumbo jumbo.

I finally gave up, falling back as they began to take off the wrist shackles. I could feel myself being carried by large, strong arms, could feel the weight of the stares I was receiving, could hear the whispers that met my ears, talking of a 'freak' and 'a good-for-nothing'.I could honestly care less, simply choosing to watch the ceiling fly by. It made me nauseous, the ceiling. I had never felt nauseated before, so it was kind of new too me. It felt like I was flying at an extreme pace, and I was struggling to keep myself awake because of this feeling.

I blinked too see a white ceiling and too feel my whole body clamped down on a table by belts. The before mentioned ceiling I had been currently staring at reminded me of the ceiling of the Piano Room. I stiffened, glancing around wildly, only too see no piano. I frowned, the twitch of muscle barely seen by anyone who didn't have a trained eye. I jerked upon feeling tubes injecting blood in my arms, thin blood that went into my body smoothly. I struggled in the restraints, rejecting the blood that wasn't mine. I didn't want red blood, blood that belonged to blood would burn in my body, be rendered useless. I heard people coming my way, but that didn't stop my. With a low growl that I vaguely realised was loud, I broke the belts by yanking an arm up into the air, the restraints being loose enough to allow me to move only a little, even if to just squirm slightly. I jumped up and off the table, landing on another table and crouching down in front of my captures.

In front of me were six of the people who had joined me HRE-knows-how-long ago. Petra, Auruo, and two others had their swords drawn, Eren had his arm being gripped by Miss Drool, who was currently drooling, and Levi was standing in a tensed but calm pose, eyes narrowed at me in a studying way. I glanced over all of their faces, four being hostile, two studying, and one worried. 'Guess all the emotions to the correct person, and you can get pasta, ve~! Haha- no. As far as I know, there is no pasta, and I'm pissed off and aggressive because of this fact, so don't screw with me, bastardos!' I then realized just how much I sounded like Romano in that moment. Dang.

I came back to the world of the living when Eren began walking toward me, only to have to stop because of Miss Drool's arm. I glanced at her for a small second and then looked back at Eren, but that was all it took. Auruo took off at me, sword drawn and pulled back at me to swing for my head, but I had already anticipated that someone was going to burst, so I merely sidestepped, swinging my upper body underneath the sword. He then plunged the sword down at me in a downward slash, but I grabbed both of his wrists, twisting one arm around his back and putting the one with the sword at a point to where the sword's point was at his neck. I saw them all tense, especially Auruo, Miss Drool even going as far to gasp and one of the unknown men throwing a few colorful choice words at me.

I glanced through their faces again, except for Auruo's, to see them all having an emotion that was a mix of worry, anger, frustration, and… fear. I felt my heart pang at that. I don't want to be feared! That was the last thing I would ever want. Being feared is the worst. I can completely understand the anger, worry, and frustration, but fear? I mean, I can understand that too, but being feared means that people will only do things for you because they are afraid of something you could do. I don't want that, I want people to do as I say because they respect me. Me, instead of who I am or what I could do.

After having this silent realization, I slowly released Auruo, and I didn't even so much as twist a muscle when he spun around and put his blade's sharp edge against my neck. I looked down at the blade the best I could. The blade was completely against my neck, and I could feel the cold hardness that radiated off it. Just a twitch of a muscle, and I would be with Holy Roman Empire and Grandpa Rome*. I looked back at Auruo, searching deep into his eyes. He had all of the others' emotions, but I could see another in there. 'Respect?... What the hell? He just met me a while ago, and he already respects me?... What the FrUk**?" I could only stare as he lowered his sword and stepped back, bowing when he was a few feet away. "Gomennasai. Watashitachi wa tekisetsu ni dōnyū sa rete iru to wa omowanai. Watashi wa Auruo yo. Watashi wa anata ga sudeni ima dewa, shikashi anata wa hijō ni chitekidearu to omowa re, watashi wa sore o sonchō suru koto o shitte ita koto o kakunin shite imasu. Anata wa tsugi no yō ni narimasu Shinsetsu watashi ni anata no namae o shiru koto no meiyo o fuyo suru yō ni?" ("I'm sorry. I don't think we have been properly introduced. I'm Auruo. I'm sure you already knew that by now, though. You seem to be very intelligent, and I respect that. Would you be so kind as to grant me the honor of knowing your name?") I stared at him for a bit, before I blinked in surprise. 'Wait… I can almost understand him fully now! I bet that sucking in the Oni's blood helped me out a little.'

I blinked after those thoughts to see him still bowed down,looking up at me, sweating slightly. I smiled at he picture before me. It wasn't my Trademark grin, but it was small, barely there. I bowed to him in turn, and I could sense the surprise he radiated. "Mochiron. Watashi wa totemo shitsureidatta mōshiwake arimasen. Watashi wa Feliciano Vargas. Chōdo shikashi, kawarini watashi no saigo no namaede wa, watashi no fāsutonēmu, ferishiāno de watashi o yobidashimasu. Hoka no daremoga okonau." ("Of course. I sorry I was so rude. I am Vargas Feliciano. Just call me by my first name, Feliciano, instead of by my last name, though. Everybody else does") I go straight again, smile still on my face, to see them all staring at me in amazement. I probably surprised them with that. My smile drops when the voices start up again.

The voices are soft, and they speak downgrading words, words that tell me of loss, war, and death. I grab at my left ear's area this time, since I had no restraints, trying to block the words. I can see out of the corner of my eye Eren rushing toward me, grabbing my left wrist that was clutching at my head.

(Eren POV)

Hearing that his name was… Feliciano? sent a shock through me. Seeing him clutch his head, features starting to contort in pain, I rush to him, nearly shoving Auruo out of the way. I grab his wrist and try to pull it away, when I hear the whispering. The voices were anonymous, and I couldn't tell where they were coming from. They were talking to him, and from the looks of it, he was hearing every word. When I finally manage to pull his hand away, I draw back my hand away from his wrist. I look at his ear, and then look back at the wrist. There was blood trailing down his ear, and there was blood staining his hand. Black blood.

Titan blood.

… Well, that took me a while.

I said there was minor cussing, and there was. I said that Italy was going to be pissed without his pasta, and he was, sort of. I said there was going to be hints of Eren/Italy, and they were extremely minor. Sorry homophobes, I had to let others see what it could possibly be like. Honestly, I think it is a good idea. I was not, however, prepared for the moment between Auruo and Italy. I promise you, this is all off the top of my head. I write it, and then read over it. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad.

*For those who don't know, Grandpa Rome is Ancient Rome.

*This was merely used a a placeholder for the original colorful choice word, even though I do like this pairing.

I hope everyone liked this chapter! The next one is going to be fun!

-Owari