"Pasta!~" Italy cheers as he throws his hands in the air, his eyes opening to reveal honey brown orbs that sparkle as they look at his best friend eagerly who is walking beside him, a brown paper bag in his arms. The blonde looks over at the Italian with irritation on his face.

"Nein! We are shopping for Japan. This isn't your party." Germany grumbles before he sighs. "Even though this was your idea to throw Japan a party for the foundation of his nation day, we should do it orderly and right."

"Japan likes pasta too! We can have pasta and raw fish and other fishy things that Japan likes!" Italy says excitedly as he grips his best friend's arm, getting the German to tense. "Please, can we get pasta too? As long as we get a lot of foods Japan likes it shouldn't matter!" Italy looks up at him with those bright brown eyes...Germany can only keep his stern face for a moment before he sighs.

"Fine. We can buy pasta too but not that much."

"Grazie Germany!" Italy cheers, still gripping onto Germany's arm tightly, nuzzling it. "Ve by the way your muscles feel extra warm today!"

"Stop saying things like that." Germany shakes his head. He doesn't like how he's getting warmer from the Italian touching him so he rips his arm from Italy's grasp. "And stop clinging to me! That's all you've been doing today! I can't even walk for two seconds without you hanging on me."

"That's because it's so fun hanging on Germany and feeling your muscles!" Italy pouts as he follows Germany into the market. The Germans shopping for their food for the week don't pay any mind to the two walking in, focused on getting their shopping done. The shelves of items are all in front of them, spaced evenly and the isles and floors spotless. This is of course where Ludwig gets his items from.

"Well.." Germany turns his head to scold the Italian...but when he sees the pout on his face, he feels something in him soften and he sighs. "Just..try to control yourself okay? I'm trying to stay focused. We don't have too much time from now till when Japan will be knocking at my door so if you want this party to be a success then get a bit more serious. I've been puling most of the weight today!"

"Ve I've been doing stuff! I cleaned your bed!"

"Only to take a siesta while I cleaned the whole house!"

"Well I.." Italy blinks before looking at the paper bag. "I picked out the decorations! And I'm going to be preparing the fish and making the pasta! Don't worry Germany, everything's going to be fine!" Italy smiles that large smile of his as he skips over to the freezer where they store the fish. Germany stands by his side watching as the Italian looks over the fish with a serious expression on his face...only to start poking one.

"Ew it's so slimy!"

"Focus Italy!" Germany snaps, his eye twitching. "Of course they are going to be slimy, they are fish!"

"Yeah I know but.." Italy pokes it once more before grinning. "This fish is perfect! It says it's salmon and Japan really likes that!" Italy goes to pick it up...only for him to wince. Italy looks around to look for something to pick up the dead fish with but when he sees nothing he bites his lip and looks over at Germany who is staring at him with his eyebrow raised. "Germany, could you pick it up for me?"

"Why can't you?" Germany grunts.

"Ve the slimness of it reminds me of this movie I watched last week with America! It had aliens and they were all slimy and they kind of looked like fishes and they liked jumping inside the mouths of small humans so they could make them fat with their babies and then they would explode! I don't' want to explode Germany! I'm small!" Italy trembles, hugging himself with fear flashing through those eyes of his.

Germany stares at this small shaking form..and even though he's irritated, he can't help to sigh. "Italy you know that kind of stuff is not real. It's just a movie, something made up."

"But it looked so realll." Italy continues to shake...Germany's starting to feel pissed off..not at Italy but at America.

"That dumkopf! I told him not to show you any scary movies when you went over there last week. Now look at you! Scared of fish!" Germany's eye twitches. "Italy pick up the fish and lets go. This is ridiculous!"

"N-No Germany I don't want to explode because of fish babies in my stomach! I'm too hot to die so young!"

"You're not going to die! Just pick up the damn fish Italy! It was just a movie!"

"No Germany! You can see it in the fish's eyes he wants to kill me!" Italy points at the dead fish..its blank black eyes staring forward, not even at Italy. "I don't' want to die! I'm still a virgin!" Italy shouts out..

A German walking by stops and gives the Italian an odd look before continuing to walk away.

"Don't shout such things in a store Italy! You're causing a scene!" Germany shouts at him..his voice echoing In this store getting more people to look at them. "Pick up the fish!" Germany's eyes narrow, his voice firm. "Now."

Italy knows that voice..and he knows he's suppose to obey it but.. "G-Germany please!" Italy throws himself at the larger man, looking up at him with tears at the corner of his eyes. "The fish won't hurt you and even if it doesn't want to kill me, if I pick it up I'll smell like fish and I just took a bath and you don't let me take more than one bath a day at your place and then I'll stink but if it really is a alien fish then I won't even make it to the party! I'll blow up bigger than America and then boom! I'll be history!" Italy grips his best friend closer. "Please don't make me!"

Germany keeps a stern look on his face as he looks down at the Italian...but as the Italian started going on with tears in his eyes...the blonde couldn't help his face slowly starting to soften. Germany feels odd with the Italian hugging him like he is..The Italian is very warm and those eyes seem to sparkle more with tears in them. Germany sighs before he pats Italy on the head "Fine." He shoves Italy off of him and gives him the bag of decorations to hold. Germany turns around and picks up the fish without much trouble. Italy winces as he watches Germany carry the fish over to the counter where the man there wraps it up in paper, sealing it away. "See? Was that hard? Nein. You get freaked out way too easily. You won't be going to America's again any time soon. I knew it was a bad idea but you insisted. I don't know why you would even want to spend time with him anyway. He's a dummkopf and he doesn't know how to stop eating. Your eating habits are bad enough but I'll be damn if I let you end up like America!"

Germany starts to fum thinking about a week ago when Italy can skipping up to him like he usually does...Germany was expecting a hug or something of the sort like Italy always does..much to his irritation. He was surprised when Italy didn't hug him but told him how he was going to be spending a day or two in America. Germany didn't like the idea. He felt a fire of irritation burn in his chest and tried to talk Italy out of it. He just doesn't want Italy around America is all, he's a bad influence. Germany was only worried about him. Italy had told him it was something important..he seemed reluctant to leave but he did...Germany didn't like the feeling in his chest but he decided to ignore it. Before Italy left for America, Germany pulled the other blonde to the side and gave him a list or dos and don'ts. He wanted to make sure that Italy was taken care of and that he took his medication. Of course it's obvious America wasn't paying attention then and didn't listen to him because he persistently told him not to watch scary movies with Italy!

"Aw America's not that bad! Ve he said the movie was suppose to be a funny scary one..like it wasn't suppose to be scary but America started freaking out which made me freak out! And I know not to eat as much as America!" Italy chuckles thinking of when he got home from America's. "Ve as soon as I got home you weighed me! Did you think I'd get fat in a couple of days?"

"I don't know. This is America we are talking about." Germany grumbles as the man at the counter rings up the fish and he pays the man. "He's like a guru of fat." Germany shakes his head as the man puts the fish into a bag and gives it to Germany.

"Have a nice day." The man smiles.

"You too." Germany nods in response before Italy and him walk out of the store, Italy walking way too close to Germany in his opinion. The annoying feeling in his chest hasn't left and he's feeling irritated at Italy standing up for America. The blonde glances over at the Italian who is holding the paper bag in his arms and smiling down at it...He feels himself soften but just a bit. "So.." Germany glares forward. "What did you and America do for two days? You didn't tell me much about it except that you watched scary movies." Germany grips his fist..He didn't want to hear about it when Italy came back but now he's feeling irritated that he doesn't know what Italy and America did.

"Oh!" Germany glances at Italy from the corner of his eye...he feels his stomach turn when he sees the goofy smile on Italy's face and the way his cheeks tint...what the hell? Why the hell is he blushing? And smiling like that?! "Well watching scary movies is all I can tell you! Ve America told me I couldn't tell anyone what we did!"

America told Italy he couldn't tell anyone?...a lot of fun?.. Germany feels his face turn hot..hot with anger. He feels really pissed and he's gripping his fist so hard it's starting to hurt him...what the hell would America do with Italy that he couldn't tell me?..and why is he blushing like that and smiling?..America couldn't have.. "Italy...did you want this?" Germany swallows down his rage, if America touched Italy-

"Si! It was my idea!"

Everything stops...halting for Germany. His breath catches as he looks at Italy in disbelief, those piercing eyes catch on fire at how brightly Italy is smiling. "It was your idea?.." Germany states calmly...too calm as Italy beams and nods his head. "..I see." Germany looks away from Italy...his face going blank. He's so pissed off that he's calm. The German doesn't look at the Italian the rest of the way home and he doesn't speak to him..Italy doesn't seem to notice. He's grinning, looking at the decorations with excitement.

"Japan's going to love his party!"

Germany could care less about the party now. He just feels sour. Italy skips into the German's house when he had opened his door, humming a song as he places the bag of decorations on the kitchen table. "Ve you can set up the decorations while I cook! I know you like everything ordered and I would just mess It up!" Italy skips, grabbing the bag with the fish from Germany before skipping next to the stove. If Italy had looked up, he wouldn't have been so giddy. Germany watches Italy skip away with irritation...his hair swishing and that curl bouncing getting on his nerves.

The blonde turns his attention on the bag on the table to try to calm down. He takes off his fish smelling gloves before putting them in the hamper. He washes his hands before walking back to the table and reaching into the bag. He can't help to raise his eyebrow as he takes out a table cloth..covered with amine characters. There's also party hats and plates with drawings of big sparkly eyed people. Germany will never get Amine. He knows Japan is big on it..but what Italy and Japan see in it, he'll never know. Germany takes a deep breath..finally starting to get himself together as he takes his time putting the table cloth over the table..rubbing it flat with the palms of his hands. Once the cloth looks good he puts the plates out..Italy didn't tell him who he invited but Germany warned him no more than two other people. He figured he would invite Romano and Spain. Though Germany isn't looking forward to the older Italian brother he'll get over it.

Germany then puts the party hats next to each plate...though he doesn't know why Italy bought this. Japan is a old mature man! This looks like a party for a five year old! Germany's starting to doubt Italy has any sense in what he's doing. Germany even warned him that Japan wouldn't even like a party! He'd be fine with a present but the Italian insisted. Italy said something about making Japan feel younger...so is that why it looks like they are celebrating a child's birthday?

Germany pauses in placing another hat down when he hears the phone ring. "Ve I'll get it!" Italy's sing song voice makes Germany wince...a feeling in his stomach that both hurts and feels odd. Germany doesn't look at him and continues to do what he's doing. "Hello?" Italy pauses...before he giggles getting Germany to pause again. "How did it go?" Another pause. "Aw come on America you promised you would do it tonight!" As soon as Germany heard America's name he cringed...gripping his fist...Italy is talking to him? What did he promise Italy? That feeling in his chest grows and he has the urge to throw something. He's only pissed off because Italy's hiding things from him...doing things with America that he doesn't know about..

Italy pauses for a moment before chuckling. "I know you're nervous America, I can just tell. Don't worry! You're very good looking! Just do your best and remember what I taught you. The kiss has to be in front of everyone!"

Germany stops completely...Italy wants America to kiss him in front of everyone?..He's going to be at the party?! Italy thinks he's good looking?! That American dummkopf?! Germany feels himself about to snap...he takes deep breaths to get himself under control...calm down...calm down...so what? It's just a kiss...it's just a...what does it mean though? Are Italy and America secret lovers?..and are they deciding to come out together at this party?! Germany discretely hears Italy say good bye to America before he hangs up..

"Oh Germany~" Italy's cheerful voice hits at his nerves as he turns to look at the Italian...hoping he's not glaring at him or looking like he's about to snap...There's only a thin line holding him together now. Italy smiles brightly at him, holding the cake in his hands that Germany spent hours making because Italy wanted it to be great...special...so Germany made it just that. For him. "Let's place the cake on the table now!-" Italy takes a step forward...only to trip over his shoe laces that are untied. He makes a yelp as he falls...the cake flinging from his arms. Germany's not fast enough to stop it...The cake falls right on the table..squishing the cake, ruining the designs he put on it...The cake dirties the decorations he just put out. Italy stares at what he did with wide eyes, his mouth open... "Germany I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-" ..At looking at his ruin cake...along with the horrible feeling in his stomach..

Germany snaps. He finally snaps.

"You dummkopf!" Germany roars, his face getting red with his anger, Italy stops apologizing, squeaking in shock and fear as Germany glares at him. "I've had it with you! All you ever do is mess things up! I'm tried of how you can't take care of yourself and can't even tie your shoes! You're a fucking man aren't you? All you ever do is cause trouble and who cleans all your messes? I do! Every damn time! All you're good for is flirting and cooking! All you do is flirt with everyone! Is America one of your new toys? I see the way France looks at you and even mein brother! You're wanted by everyone and you know that doing you? While I work, you sleep, eat and flirt with people! You're like a child that has to be watched every second!"

"G-Germany please don't be angry! I'm so sorry please-"

"You're pathetic! You're scared of fishes and the dark! You have to sleep with me at night because you're too much of a coward to sleep by yourself! Well guess what Italy? I'm tired of you in my bed and clinging to me all the damn time! I'm tired of you messing everything up and I'm tired of your kisses and I'm tried of not having a break! You drove me crazy during World War 2 with your constant calling because you couldn't do anything by yourself! I'm tired of you being so useless!" Germany growls. "I wish you would be more serious, I wish you weren't so useless and you could do things for yourself! I wish you weren't so stupid or at least stronger so I wouldn't have to come to your rescue! I bet if you were any of those things, I may have won World War 2." Germany turns his back to Italy. "But you ran away from that too, didn't you?"

"G-Germany.." Italy croaks out..Germany knows he's crying but this only fuels him.

"Why don't you go crying to America? Since you two are like that right?"

"W-What are you-"

"Italy just leave. I don't want to see your face while I'm cleaning up this mess." Germany closes his eyes...breathing in through his nose, feeling as if Italy's going to start begging him or crying more but then..

"..O-Okay.." Italy's voice Is so soft that Germany almost doesn't hear him...and just like that he hears the front door open and close.

Germany ignores this stabbing feeling in his heart as he starts to clean up the mess the Italian made...his face stone but his heart aching...

Germany's cleaning up this mess but he's not aware of the huge mess that he has just made by letting Italy walk out of the door.

Italy closes the door behind him quietly...his head bowed as the tears fall shamelessly down his face. His chest aches...how do do you breathe again? in...out...in...But it hearts to breathe in. Each breath is hitched, making him sob. Italy knew all that Germany said was true...He's known he hasn't done anything and everything he does do he messes up...but all those times Germany forgave him...

Maybe Germany has reached his breaking point. Maybe Germany can't stand him any more. The way he glared at him...his voice was so loud and scary. Germany is always loud when he's mad but that...

Italy sniffles as he walks away from Germany's house, rubbing at his eyes, trying to wipe all the tears away so he can see. Germany's fed up with him. Who would have thought it would be me ruining a cake that would make Germany hate me? But he knows it's not just that...it's everything Italy's done and failed to do. Italy knew that sooner or later this would happen. Germany would end up hating him...and then he would forget about him. Just like all his nightmares. It's coming true.

Italy hugs himself as he walks down the street, not paying attention to where he's going...his mind else where. There has to be something he can do...anything he can do to stop Germany from hating him. Maybe he could get him flowers to apologize? Maybe he could buy him a new dog...or paint him a picture..There has to be something he can do to save his friendship with Germany! Italy can't lose him...the thought of Germany hating him or not liking him gets another sob to escape his lips. Germany's his best friend!..of course Italy knows he's not the best ally...He knows he's weak and he can't do anything...but he tries. He really does. He tries for Germany...but he ends up failing away. He tries to be useful to people...tries to help his friends. That's why Italy came up with the idea of throwing a party for Japan...his other best friend seems to be more distant then usual and in need of some cheering up. Japan doesn't seem to like the idea of getting older so Italy wanted to show him how fun it could be! He even got Japan a extra special present this year...

But he's still a lousy friend. At least to Germany...maybe Germany is mad because Italy hasn't thrown him a party? Germany doesn't like that many people so it would be hard to and Italy brought it up once but Germany immediately shot it down. Italy always gets Germany presents for his birthdays though just as Germany gets Italy something...

Friendship isn't about presents though or birthdays. It's about being there for the other person and not letting them down...and that's all Italy's done. He's let Germany down many times. Really, what has Italy done for Germany? He cooks for him but...what else? He asks Germany for favors all the time and follows him around and now he hates him.

"Bloody hell would you stop that!" Italy stops when he hears that familiar British accent. He quickly wipes his eyes as he looks to his right. Britain is looking away from Italy, glaring at America who is standing next to him, grinning widely.

"haha says the one who's all blushing!" America beams as he pokes England's cheek...Britain's red face gets darker.

"S-Shut up! I'm not blushing you stupid git! It's cold out here!" England crosses his arms and glares away...those green eyes falling right on Italy. England's eyes flash with recognition and he blinks. "Oh hello Italy. What are you doing out here?"

"Yo Italy what's up!" America catches sight of him too and starts to wave with excitement. "Dude we were just on our way to Germany's! The party's ready right? I'm so ready to eat! I brought cheese burgers and Britain brought scones for the fire."

"I brought scones for everyone to eat, not to set on fire!" England glares at America.

"Oh geez! Sorry Italy, it looks like Britain's trying to kill everyone at the party."

"Oh fuck you."

"No...sorry the party's not ready yet." Italy shifts from one leg to the other, feeling guilty, thinking about the cake and the mess he made. His crying has stopped though. "Germany will have it ready soon though!"

"Oh that's cool! England why don't we got to McDonald's while we're waiting- I mean...why don't we go to some kind of restaurant.." America starts off confidently...only for his eyes to flash...and he changes up his words before looking at Italy...who offers him a nod...he smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes.

England stares at Italy for a moment, not answering America...he frowns slightly. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something...before he shakes his head and looks over at America who is looking at him intently. "Do you really think we should eat before the party? That's rude!"

"Fine, let's just get a drink then!" America grins as he grabs England and pushes him forward. "Go find a place for us to get some drinks."

"Bloody hell don't push me!..." England looks at America's smiling face...before averting his gaze. "..I guess I could find a place. It's going to have tea though!" England fums as if that justifies it before matching off.

America stays behind before turning around and smiling at Italy. "Dude, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me with this. I know you came to me first wanting me to kiss England in front of Japan for his birthday but I've been taking your advice and I think England is starting to fall for my heroic charms!..thanks for coming over the other week too. I needed someone to talk me into this. I've been beating around the bush for too fucking long." America shakes his head before he holds out his fist. "You're one awesome dude Italy. If you ever need anything, the hero is here!"

"Thank you America." Italy gives him a real smile as he taps his fist with the American...The blonde's words making him feel better...but as he looks into his blue eyes...he can't help to think of another piercing pair of eyes...He feels like crying again. If he's so awesome...why does Germany hate him? "I'm glad everything's working out! Japan's going to be so happy that you two finally kiss! He's been wanting this since forever." Italy shakes his head, still smiling despite himself. "If this was a amine, Japan would be one of the biggest America x England shippers ever!" Italy giggles slightly thinking about it.

"I guess so." America laughs. "Japan's kind of weird but he's awesome too! I think he needs to eat more though he's so skinny and his food sizes are scary man!"

"America are you coming or not?" England turns around after realizing America wasn't behind him, the Brit's eyebrow is twitching.

"Coming iggy!~" America grins at the cuss he gets in response before he turns on his heel. "See you at the party Italy!" he runs towards the other blonde, leaving Italy to watch him go.

"I told you not to bloody call me that!"

"But it's cute!" America laughs loudly as the two walk away...disappearing into a crowd of people. Italy watches after them with a slight smile on his face. Italy knowing how much Japan wanted America and England to be together, Italy asked America if he could kiss England at the party. America became flush and started freaking out...only for Italy to find out that America actually does like England. Italy decided to help him out with his love and when he went to America that's all they talked about. They talked about England and Italy gave him some tips...Italy couldn't tell Germany because America' wanted it to be secret in till today when he would kiss England and reveal his feelings. It's nice seeing things work out but..

Once Italy's alone again...he remembers why he is out here wondering around alone. Germany kicked him out...Germany hates him. Italy frowns once again as he continues to walk down this road..He comes to a stop in front of a small pond..Italy falls to his knees in front of it, not caring if anyone is seeing him cry again. What can he do? How can he make Germany not hate him? Should he go back there, crying, and beg for him not to hate him? Should he write him a letter saying how much he likes his best friend and beg him not to hate him?...

Begging Germany not to hate him doesn't fix the problem...the problem is himself. The reason why Germany's mad is because he always messes things up and he's useless and he's a scaredy cat and he can't take care of himself...it's all true...so what can he do? Italy knows he can't change...because he's tried to be better. It's just not possible for him to be brave. It's not possible for him to stop eating pasta as much as he does and it's not possible to stop clinging to Germany because he wants to so much...so how can Italy make Germany happy? What can he do?..

Or maybe there's nothing he can do. Maybe Germany will just hate him...and leave Italy. Just like all his nightmares. Italy sniffles...his tears fall down his cheek into the pond making his reflection in it riffle. "I wish I wasn't a burden on Germany...I wish I could be the person he wants me to be...but I don't know if it's possible."

"Anything's possible." Italy tenses at the odd sounding voice...it's muffled and disoriented. Italy blinks as he looks around for who said that. "Down here." Italy looks down only for his eyes to widen. His reflection in the pond is smiling...when Italy isn't. "Are you that surprised to see yourself?" He chuckles..his laughter is nice and soft.

"Well...no. I'm just surprised my reflection is talking to me!" Italy frowns. "..Ve does that mean I've gone insane?"

"No, no. This is completely normal." Italy's reflection smiles sweetly.

"Really?" Italy blinks, leaning closer towards the pond.

"Si! Now I couldn't help but overhear your problem...why do you want to change?"

"Oh.."Italy looks down. "Because..I want to make Germany happy...He doesn't like who I am now...I want to be someone he'll be proud of."

"I see.." his reflection's smile grows. "What if I told you I could help you? What if I told you I could make you into the man Germany wants?"

"Y-You can?" Italy's eyes widen in hope as he stares at his reflection with wide eyes.

"Yes I can...but you see, I'm trapped in here. I've tried to come out so I could help you before but I can't..see?" His reflection reaches up but it seems his hand can't go through the water like it's some kind of barrier. "I can't help you in here."

"Ve how do I get you out?" Italy starts to fidget nervously, thinking of Germany...wanting him not to hate him anymore.

"Try to grab my hand...maybe together we can get me out of here." His reflection holds out his hand again. Italy nods and quickly puts his hand into the water...He's surprised to actually feel something solid In the water..He's grabbing his reflection's wrist. Its surreal as he pulls as hard as he can...bit by bit his reflection starts to come out of the water...like a solid person. Italy grinds his teeth as he pulls his other self out of the water. His reflection starts to cough but other than that, he's able to get up easily...he looks at his hands before looking around.

"Ve I got you out! Now you can help me!" Italy smiles brightly, grabbing his reflection by the hand. " how can you make me strong?"

"..I can't." His reflection's sweet smile suddenly turns into something warped. In a blink of an eye, he has his hands around Italy's throat. Italy chokes, his eyes widen in shock as he's lifted off the ground...his reflection's eyes are lighting up..looking almost red as he grins. "You fool! You're so fucking stupid! I can't believe we share the same name! It's disgusting!" He shakes his head as Italy gasps for air, kicking his feet out weakly. "But don't worry.." He lets go of Italy. The Italian falls down on his side, grabbing at his throat as he takes deep breaths to catch his breath. "I'm not going to kill you. Your face is too pretty to rip off." He chuckles darkly as Italy whimpers in fear, still taking deep breaths of air. "Take off your clothes." He pulls out a knife..a crazed look in his eyes. "Now."

Italy doesn't question it. Italy quickly takes off his clothes not wanting to be stabbed or killed...This whole thing is insane. Italy hands over his clothes...trembling as the cold air hits his naked body. His reflection snatches the clothes away from. Italy notices something that he didn't before. His reflection is wearing different clothes thn him...instead of his clothes being blue they are brown and he has a hat on his head...What's going on? If he's his reflection why don't' they have the same clothes. "...What...what are you?" Italy swallows as the other man starts to take off his clothes.

"I'm your other side. The better side." The man grins widely...it looks like that smile could rip his face. "The name's Luciano. Soon everyone will know my name and tremble in fear throughout the whole fucking universe!" this man named Luciano takes off all his clothes...only to put Italy's on instead. "Now put this on." Luciano throws Italy his clothes...and with a knife threatening him and how cold it is, Italy's quick to put the clothes on.

"Ve why did we switch clothes?" Italy frowns as he puts the hat on his head...Luciano's eyes narrow in glee and he claps.

"All hail Luciano!" The man does a fake bow towards Italy. "and all welcome the new and improved Feliciano Vargas." He smirks, his lips twisting his face. "Thanks for your name, love. I might not be able to make you into the man Germany wants..." Luciano does a spin in Italy's clothes before he winks. "But I am the man Germany wants you to be. I'm here to answer his wish and to answer my own wish!..I'll be sure to take care of your world Feliciano." Luciano's smile is sinister as he grabs Italy by the shirt and lifts him up.

"W-What do you mean? I don't understand what's going on! I..nothing about this makes sense! Ve I don't like how you're smiling or how mean you are! I think you're planning on doing something bad!" Italy trembles in his hold.

"And the winner for being a genius goes to Feliciano Vargas." Luciano coos. "No shit I'm going to do something bad but you don't have to worry about that...you have a new world to worry about." Luciano grins. "After all...you are their ruler."

"What are you-" Italy starts...only for Luciano to throw him into the pond. Italy tries to swim back up quickly...but something grabs his legs...and it's pulling him down. Italy looks up at Luciano with eyes full of fear.

"Take care of my world." He chuckles darkly. "Try to stay alive and oh, don't worry I'll be back once i'm done here." He smile sweetly. "Ciao!"

Italy screams out in fright when something black wraps around him...dragging him down till all he can't see this darkness.. Italy feels like he's slipping away...like he's fading away..

"Germany!" Italy screams out...wanting his best friend. Wanting to be away from this place...but his cry goes to deaf ears.

Italy passes out and fades away...not knowing that he just left his world..and not aware of the world he's going to.

May god have mercy on his soul.

"Finished." Germany crosses his arms as his piercing eyes look at the table that is spotless now. Luckily the cake didn't dirty the plates so all he had to do was clean the cake off of the table and clean the floor around the table. He couldn't make a new cake in time so he just ran to the store and bought a new one. It's not home made but it's going to have to do. Italy should have been more careful if he wanted a better cake.

At the thought of Italy...Germany frowns and uncrosses his arms...It's been awhile. He thought Italy would have come back sooner, crying to him, asking if he hated him and things like that...but Italy hasn't come back. Germany glances over at the clock, a alarm setting off in his head when he sees that's there's only 10 minutes till Japan would be here...Italy wouldn't be late for Japan's party would he? Germany's stomach twist painfully when he remembers Italy's soft voice and his muffled sobs...Oh no..Germany's face falls as he holds his head in his hands...his words to Italy coming back to him...he winces at his own tone and all the things he said...what have I done? What's wrong with me? Why did I..act like that? Italy messes up all the time...he just dropped his cake by accident, of course Germany would be mad at that and yell at him but..nothing like that. That was unnecessary...he was acting out from that dark feeling in his chest...It's because Italy is keeping things from him! Italy didn't tell him he was dating America!..Italy didn't tell him that he loved another man...Just the thought of America' kissing Italy...it just made him-

But why would that upset him so much? Why would he hurt his best friend over it?...is he..Jealous of America?...yes, of course he is. He wants to kiss Italy. He wants to have Italy...Germany can endure his constant flirting with women but actually kissing someone...kissing America...It made him snap. Germany knows his actions are not justified...It makes him shake thinking of how hurt Italy sounded. What if he goes off and does something stupid? Where is he? Why hasn't he came back?...Is he afraid? Is he angry? Is he too sad to come back?-

The door bell rings.

Germany's eyes widen in relief and he lets out a sigh of relief as he turns on his heel and starts running towards the door. "Italy!" He flings the door open, his chest tightening and his heart pounding. "Italy I'm so-" Germany's words get caught in his throat when his eyes fall on not Italy but England and..America. Germany sets his jaw, feeling his blood boil as his piercing eyes fall on America.

"Hey dude! We're here for Japan's party! Woo!" America cheers, punching his fist in the air.

"Sorry about being late me and America.." Britain looks over at the other blonde and his cheeks tint. "..we got caught up."

"By caught up he means we totally got together." America grins over at England, getting him to flush more as he reaches over and takes his hand.

"S-Shut up! I told you not to say anything yet!" England's face gets redder at America holding his hand but he doesn't try to take his hand away.

Germany's face falls at seeing this. His blood boils and he grinds his teeth...gripping his fist so tight...Oh hell no. America is cheating on ny Feli with England?! America is playing with my Feli's heart?! In a blink of an eye, Germany grabs America by the neck and slams him into the wall. Alfred makes a startled sound as Ludwig glares into his face, his piercing blue eyes on fire, his lips up in a snarl. "How dare you!" He growls, tightening his hold on America. "How dare you cheat on Italy! I'm not going to sit here and let you hurt him!"

"W-What? What the hell are you talking about dude?" America gives him an odd look. He grips Germany's hand and is able to get it off his neck so he can breathe.

"Cheating on Italy?" England's eyes flash and he looks at America accusingly. "What the bloody hell is he talking about Alfred?"

"I honestly don't know!" America looks at England before glaring at Germany. "What's your problem? I'm not cheating on anyone! Britain is the first person I've dated!" America's cheeks tint at that and so does England's. The Brit's eyes soften a bit.

"Oh? Is that so?" Germany grinds his teeth. "So what? You were just going to use Italy then?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Me and Italy are just friends-"

"Friends?! Ha! That's why you were planning on Kissing him today in front of everyone at the party! Friends don't do that! You bastard!" Germany roars at him...by this point both England and America look at him in confusion before looking at each other. "I heard you talking to Italy on the phone! Don't even try to play dumb!"

"Ohhh!" America's mouth turns into a large O. "Dude I was talking to Italy about the kiss tonight with Britain.." America's face heats up.

"Then what about Italy coming over your place and you telling him he couldn't tell anyone what you two did?" Germany snaps.

"..Italy came over to help me with...coming out to Britain." America averts his gaze, feeling uncomfortable with England staring at him intently. "I guess I was kind of nervous about it...he came over to help me get over my nervousness and gave me tips on how I could make my chances better. Of course it's not like I couldn't have done it myself." America glares away. "I just wanted to make sure I did it right...I didn't' want to mess up."

"Alfred.." England puts a hand over his heart, his cheeks tinted and a soft smile on his lips. "My..I didn't know you could be so bloody sweet."

"Shut up." America grumbles but his cheeks are red. "I told Italy not to tell anyone because I didn't want anyone to know till today when I would confess to Britain."

"..." Germany blood stops boiling...his face turns pale as he stares at America intently...before his face falls. "..So...you and Feli aren't...dating?"

"What? No! Italy's my dude. England's my chick."

"I'm not your bloody chick! I'm still a man!"

"He's my man lady!"

"I'm going to-" England fums.

"Oh no..." Germany lets go of America and takes a couple steps back in alarm...his eyes wide and his stomach twisting...all those things he said to Italy...all those mean things...and Italy's not even dating America! They're just friends and he yelled at him and hurt him! What the hell is wrong with him?! He let his feelings get the best of him...he just thought...

If Italy's gay...like how Germany's dreamed and hoped he would be...He figured Italy would want to be with him. That if Italy was gay, he would be Germany's. Of course Germany didn't try anything because he figured Italy's not gay with how much he flirts with women but...hearing Italy talk about another man and blushing...thinking they were going to kiss...it made him snap...because that should be him. He should be the one Italy's kissing and holding. He doesn't want another man having him...or another woman for that matter. Italy's all he's ever wanted...no matter how much he tries to hide from the seeming oblivious Italian.

Germany's made a horrible, horrible mistake.

"Have you two seen Italy anywhere?" Germany looks between the two, his eyes starting to shake in panic.

"Oh yes. I saw him near the pond but America was dragging me like a buffoon so we couldn't' stop to talk to him..We talked to him a little before we went to get drinks and he seemed...I don't know...sad?" England speaks up, frowning slightly.

That's all Germany needs to hear. The pond. "I have to go! If I don't make it in time start the party without us!" Germany pushes England out of his way and he takes off running out of the house..He ignores England's cursing and America's loud voice...his heart is beating against his ribs and his stomach is turning so painfully...what..what has he done? Italy...damn it...what's wrong with him? Even if Italy was with America...he should have never said those things...He loves Italy. He doesn't want to hurt him!..but in that moment he lost himself. He said things he shouldn't' have. He made him cry. It makes Germany want to scream and shout...a feeling of dread gripping his heart. Please be at the pond, please be at the pond, please be at the pond...!

Germany almost cries out in relief when he sees the back of the Italian ahead of him. He picks up the speed, his piercing blue eyes locked on Italy...afraid if he looked away he wouldn't be there. "Italy!"

The Italian, that seems to be looking down in the pond, tenses slightly but doesn't turn around. "Italy.." Germany comes to a stop a few feet away from Italy...panting. He frowns, feeling his chest twist at the silence he gets from the other man. "..Italy I'm so sorry.." Germany averts his gaze. "Those things I said..I shouldn't have said them I..I was just upset...but it was all a misunderstanding...no I have no excuse. Please forgive me Italy. It was just a little mess...I cleaned it all up and got another cake. Japan's party will still be a hit...I shouldn't have yelled at you I just..." Germany struggles with his words...not knowing what to say...Italy's silence is really getting to him. Making him feel worse-

"Ve it's okay Germany" Italy turns around with his eyes closed, giving Germany a bright smile. "You were completely right about me. I am pathetic and useless...but I'll try to be better." Italy tilts his head in his smile. "I'll try to be the man you want me to be. I'll try my best."

"...Aren't you upset? I...the things I said were cruel Italy. You don't have to agree with me all the time! Get angry at me..I deserve some form of punishment. I make you do laps when you do something wrong so I shouldn't be let off the hook." Germany gives Italy a firm look, standing up straight."

"I'll punish you later!~" Italy giggles before he skips up to Germany...The blonde man is expecting a hug or at least for Italy to stop...but he keeps skipping past him. "Right now I have some business to take care of!"

Germany blinks when he notices that Italy's heading in the opposite direction of his house. He raises an eyebrow and walks after the Italian. "Where are you going? My house is that way. We need to hurry up and get there for Japan's party. Hopefully Japan isn't there yet."

Italy stops quickly. He turns his head and smiles sheepishly. "A-Ah yes! Japan's party! I almost forgot." He turns on his heel and starts walking in the direction Germany pointed at...but now his steps are much more slower.

"..Are you sure you're feeling okay Italy?" Germany frowns, his piercing eyes holding concern as he walks by Italy's side. Germany studies the smile on Italy's face...he seems happy...Germany expected him to be crying or at least looking sad. Not saying he's disappointed but he's just surprised. Also where was he about to go?..He almost forgot about Japan's party? Did what Germany do disorient him that badly? Germany grips his fist...hating himself a little more for his outburst...what has he done to his love?

"I feel fine." Italy keeps his eyes closed..

"You're taking it awfully well...You're not even crying.." Germany comments, speaking his thoughts.

Italy's smile twitches. "Ve well...I didn't want to cry anymore. I'm trying to be stronger for you."

The more Italy talks, the more guilty Germany feels. Ludwig's frown deepens more and he puts a hand on Italy's shoulder. The Italian tenses at the touch greatly his hands going in his pockets in a flash. Germany lets go of him in alarm...only for Italy to chuckle.

"Sorry about that Germany~ You just startled me!" Italy smiles, staying by Germany's side as they walk towards his home.

..He flinched at my touch like he thought I was going to hurt him...Germany feels his stomach twist. "Italy...are you afraid of me now?"

Germany's serious when Italy laughs at this serious question. He quickly shakes his head and starts to kick his legs out as he's walking. "Nopes! No worries! Germany could never scare me because we're such close friends right?"

"..Right.." Germany keeps his eyes on Italy as they walk up to his door way...Germany noticing Italy letting him go first..Usually Italy just bust in to my home...Germany lets this thought slip from his mind as he opens the door and walks in with Italy. "Italy-"

"Surprise!" the lights that were off come on as America jumps out of a corner and throws confetti at Germany...the pieces of paper getting caught in his greased up hair. "Happy birthday Japan!"

"That's not Japan you idiot!" England comes out from behind Germany's couch, his eyebrow twitching in irritation.

"Whoa sorry dudes! There's like two minutes till Japan's suppose to be here so I just figured it was him." America laughs when he looks at the confetti in Germany's and Italy's hair.

"..It's fine." Germany says through grit teeth, still feeling irradiated with the American here even if Italy and him aren't' together. The American just gets on his nerves regardless. "Let's get back in positions through, Japan should be here any second."

"The hero's on the case!"America cheers as he jumps behind the door where he was to start so he can throw confetti at Japan. America's bright eyes fall on Italy and he smiles. "Dude Japan's going to love this! We might even get like a shit load of emotions to be seen on his face for once!"

Italy takes a moment to respond before he beams. "si! We should probably turn off the lights now if we want it to be a surprise~"

"Right." Germany shuts the front door before looking at Italy. " Get into your hiding position."

"Oh umm.." Italy shifts on his feet before smiling sheepishly. " Ve Germany I forgot! Where I am I suppose to hide again?"

"Behind that chair dude!" America points at a living room chair before laughing. "Your memory sucks ass man! And you even came up with this!"

"Hehe oops." Italy giggles before he skips over to the chair and gets behind it. Germany watches him with a slight frown...not noticing how England is looking at the Italian as well with an odd look...Italy's acting more like an air head then usual. He usually remembers things...his memory hasn't really been bad before...Maybe this is how Italy's dealing with how Germany snapped at him..maybe Germany disoriented him...Germany sighs deeply before he flips the switch...the whole room is drowned in complete darkness.

The blonde uses his knowledge of his home to navigate through the darkness and make it to the couch that England is also hiding behind. Germany couches down...aware of the body next to him. He can hear Arthur's shallow breathing next to him, and his boney knee is poking into his own. This isn't really comfortable. Germany dislikes Britain as much as he dislikes America...He thought he would be sharing a hiding spot with Spain or something, not the Brit. Maybe that's why Italy always beat around the bush when Germany asked who he was invited because if Germany knew it was these two he wouldn't have allowed it. He doesn't want these two dummkopfs in his home. But..they are also Japan's friends...and he has to respect that. Sadly.

The silence combined with the dark is suffocating..He doesn't like that he can't see Italy...he doesn't like that he's away from him. He feels like what happened between them isn't over..he apologized but..Germany's not satisfied. Italy's acting funny and he has a feeling it's because of him. What's taking Japan so long? This position is starting to bother him. He doesn't want to be next to Britain. He wants to be next to Italy...

The darkness is finally destroyed by the front door opening...and a very hesitant. "..hello? Italy-san? Germany-san?" He flips the switch.

"SURPISE!" Everyone jumps out from their hiding spots with smiles on their faces.

"Happy birthday dude!" America jumps out with a huge smile, throwing confetti at the now trembling nation.

"W-What is this?!" Japan stares at all the smiling faces with confusion and shock.

"This is your surprise birthday party!" America grins before putting an arm around Italy who tenses greatly. "It was all Italy's idea!"

"Si!" Italy smiles nervously...not looking very comfortable in the American's hold.

"Surprise birthday party?" Japan's eyes light in realization and he lets his body relax. "Oh I have heard about this before!...but you could have warned me. You almost gave me a heart attack." Japan's face goes back to being blank.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if we told you about it." England says with a smile as he walks towards the raven haired man.

"England-san and American-san.." Japan looks around at everyone's smiling faces...before his eyes fall on Italy. "T-Thank you for this...I am honored though this really isn't' a big deal. It's just another year of getting older. I hope this wasn't too much trouble on your part."

"Not at all~" Italy smiles more confidently as Germany makes America let go of him, glaring slightly at the other blonde. " Anything for a friend!"

"Oh my...!" Japan's eyes left Italy to glance over at America who is walking to the kitchen...but when his eyes get sight of the decorations...his face brightens a little bit. " Amine decorations? And party hats?"

"I know the party hats are a bit childish.." Germany sighs. "But Italy insisted."

"Party hats are kick ass!" America grins as he puts on one of the brightly colored hats.

"You look ridiculous." England smirks over at the American..only for Alfred to walk over and put one of the hats on the other blonde.

"There! Now you're matching the hero!" America chuckles...getting England to avert his gaze with his cheeks tinting.

"Idiot.."

Japan's eyes light up at the display before he walks over quietly to the table...he gently picks up a hat...before putting it on and offering Italy a smile. "Hai..I like them. They make me feel younger."

Italy laughs at this before shaking his head. "Good, good!" Italy skips over towards the table and takes a hat for his own. He puts it on his head before grinning at Germany. "Germany! You got to wear one too!"

"Yeah Germany! And loosen up!" America laughs as he sits down with Britain. "You look like someone just pissed in your ice cream!"

"..Is that even a saying?" England raises his eye brow at America.

"it is now!"

"...I guess I could wear a hat." Germany grumbles as he walks closer to Italy...the only reason agreeing to wearing one because Italy asked him too. Italy holds the hat out to him...but doesn't put it on Germany like he was expecting. Germany takes it awkwardly before putting it on himself. Italy laughs before turning away from him...Italy's right in front of him but for some reason, it feels like he's so far away.

"I think we should eat first before we do presents!" America grins as he takes off a covering of a dish on the table revealing a stack of sandwiches. "Who wants cheeseburgers?-"

"I'd rather us do the presents first so you're not all bloody greasy." England puts the covering back over the cheeseburgers getting America to pout.

"Fine." He grumbles as Japan takes his seat...looking confused when America and England get up..America gets really close to the other blonde before looking over at Japan...He grins. "Okay dude. This is a present from me, England and Italy. It was all Italy's idea but we definably contributed!" America laughs.

"What do you..." Japan trails off, his dark eyes widen when America cups England's cheeks...and leans in. Giving the Brit a passionate kiss on the lips. Germany feels the need to cover Italy's eyes as Britain groans into the kiss, wrapping his arms around America's neck, leaning into him. Tongue is obviously used as America threads his fingers in England's hair...his other hand traveling down his back.

Germany clears his throat when America and England started getting all flushed..starting to feel each other more then they should in front of them. England flushes and immediately pulls away...only to be stopped by America...who instead of kissing him, pulls him into a embrace before looking over at Japan to see his reaction. "Me and England are dating now dude."

Japan stares at the two with his mouth frozen in a small o, his cheeks flushed...once those words leave America's lips Japan stands up and starts to clap. "That's so great! I knew you two would be great together!" Japan blushes once he realizes he shouted. He quickly sits down flustered. "I am sorry I raised my voice but this makes me truly happy." Japan looks over at Italy...for once with emotion in those cole dark eyes. "Thank you Italy. I certainly don't regret you finding out about...well you know. I'm so very happy I could just.." Japan closes his eyes... "I know this is against my personal space rule but.." Japan gets up...and hugs Italy. It's so short, it's a split second. He pulls away with his cheeks slightly tinted. "Forgive me if that was too much Italy-san."

Germany crosses his arms feeling that feeling in his chest again...but it's not that strong. It's not like Japan has feelings for Italy. He's just flustered over America and England kissing..and he's not use to hugging.

Italy looks confused for a moment...before he starts to chuckle...Italy leans in and...licks japan on the cheek?! Germany sputters as he looks at Italy in disbelief. Japan takes a step back in alarm, his eyes widening and his eyebrows furrowing. "Italy did you just..lick me?"

"Si! I just wanted to show you how happy I am that you like my present." Italy's smile twitches.

Japan stares at him a moment...before his blush darkens and he averts his gaze. "I-I see...please don't do that again."

Italy laughs loudly at this, shaking his head. "Same thing, different way to say it."

"Excuse me?" Japan looks at Italy, frowning in confusion...Germany doing the same as Italy laughs and takes his seat...he starts to hum to himself.

"..well that wasn't weird at all." America blinks...before he grins. "Who's hungry?"

"It's that all you care about? Food?" Britain grumbles.. Eying Italy.

"Pssh no! I care about a lot of things! Like justice and video games and.." America leans closer so he's speaking against England's ear. "you."

The Brit's face turns red...he bites his lip before looking away. "Stop that you i-idiot!"

"So cute." Japan says with a blank face this time...seeming to try to keep his emotions inside..but his black eyes are bright...you can tell he's happy even though he's not showing it.

"I don't see what's cute about it." Germany grunts as he takes his seat next to Italy...he watches the Italian from the corner of his eye.

"Everything." Japan gives Germany a look before he removes a cover of a dish in front of him..his eyes light up. "Salmon! Is this all for me?"

"Yes, Italy picked it out for you." Germany smiles, ignoring America who has already started digging into his cheeseburgers, England whining about it as he reaches over for the dish that has the pasta...He puts some on his plate before glancing at Italy. The Italian just sits there, swinging his feet and humming a sound no one's heard before, his smile large. Germany notices this...and he notices that Italy's not shouting about pasta and digging in. He frowns.

"Italy? Aren't you going to get some pasta?" Germany raises his eyebrow at how Italy glances at the pasta...his eyes flashing before they look away like he just looked at something gross.

"No I'm okay Germany~ I'm not really hungry!" Italy cheers...but this gets everyone at the table to gasp...He looks around nervously. "what?"

"You're not hungry?" America shouts like that's the most horrible thing he's ever heard...pieces of his cheeseburger flying out of his mouth.

"You don't want pasta?" England's eyes widen.

"Italy-san are you feeling alright?" Japan frowns, showing concern in those black eyes that makes Italy start to sneaker..much to Kiku's confusion.

Germany gets up and walks around to Italy...putting a hand on his forehead...he doesn't really feel warm but..something is wrong if Italy is refusing pasta...Germany swallows...guilt hitting him...Is this all because of him? Because of what he said?

"...No I'm not feeling okay.." Italy suddenly says...frowning deeply as he looks over at Japan with his eyes closed. "I'm sorry I didn't want to say anything and ruin your party. I think I'm sick, I really don't feel good. I feel so bad I can't even eat pasta!" Italy looks away shamefully.

"It's okay for to lay down Italy-san. Thank you so much for this party. I wouldn't want you to stay up when you can not enjoy it." Japan gives him a smile.

"Thanks Japan." Italy smiles largely. "You're a great pal."

"I'll try to save some cake for you Italy." England mumbles as he gives America a side way glance.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm not going to eat all the cake!"

"Somehow I doubt that."

"I'll walk you to your room Italy." Germany frowns as Italy get up and starts to walk off with out him. He follows him quickly...his chest still clenching.

"Ve I can walk by myself silly Germany." Italy giggles but he slows down so Germany can walk by his side.

"i know but..uh.." Germany fumbles with his words. "..usually when you get sick you want me to stay by you. You start having a fit if I don't so I thought I'd just go with you. I don't really want to stay out there with America anyway."

"Oh I don't want to bother you Germany. I'm okay by myself really. It's rude to just leave Japan out there, we're his best friends! I feel bad enough I'm leaving." Italy says with a frown.

"oh..er..." Germany stops by Italy's room, the Italian realizes this and stops too. "..So you really don't need me? I can leave you alone?"

"Si! I'm just going to get some sleep." Italy smiles before he walks into the room...closing the door and locking it before Germany can follow. The German frowns...standing outside of the door...staring at it feeling his gut tighten...It' feels like Italy's pushing him away...but what was he suppose to expect? The things he said to him...He's hurt him.

Germany closes his eyes.. "..I'm sorry Italy.." He turns and heads back to where the party is...He watches as America says something stupid...England scolds him as Japan just sits there, enjoying the odd couple as he eats his salmon..but Germany's mind is else where, on the small Italian and that door in his way. The party goes by fast...probably because the whole time Germany was thinking about Italy...he went back throughout the party to check on Italy...but every time he called for him..he wouldn't respond...and the door was still locked. He could get a key and unlock it...he could bust the door down if he need to...He was starting to feel desperate but he kept it to himself. Italy said it was okay about what he said...but what if he was lying? What if it's not okay?

Japan, even though he was enjoying his party, every once and a while would ask how Italy's doing and if Germany is okay..He just said the same thing 'he's fine'. But he's not fine..and he can't help to feel relieved when he can finally say goodbye to the annoying American and Brit and to Japan.

"Tell Italy thanks again for the party and thank you too Germany-san" Japan smiles. "I feel young again. It was so nice to see everyone together."

"ja it was." Germany forces a smile for his other friend as they wave good bye and he leaves...Leaving Germany alone. The blonde inhales when he sees the large mess in the kitchen from the party..mostly from America. The mess can wait. Germany grips his fist as he marches down the hallway trying to seem together but really he's not. He's worried. If Italy doesn't answer this time he doesn't know if he'll be able to stop himself from breaking down the door..

Germany stops in his tracks when he sees Italy's door is open. "Italy?" Germany walks over to the door and peaks in the room...He frowns when he sees the bed is empty. "Italy?" Germany closes the door and walks deeper down the hallway...he couldn't have left. So where is he? Germany stops when he hears a ruffling sound to his left...Germany raises his eyebrow when sees the door to his office open. He walks in..only to stop in confusion at what he sees.

Italy is at his desk, looking at different files that are laying on his desk, his lips in a tight line as he reads through paper after paper. The shock leaves him allowing him to speak. "Italy what the hell are you doing?"

"Ve?!" Italy jumps, whipping his head up...there's a expression he hasn't seen before...before it's gone and he smiles. "Oh hi Germany!"

"Don't oh hi Germany me! What the hell are you doing with those files?! Those are top secret." Germany fums, not understanding the meaning of this.

"I'm sorry Germany I was just looking for paper to paint with.." Italy frowns deeply. "I thought you would have some in these fancy folders but they all have words on them." Italy stands up from Germany's seat. "I'm sorry.." Italy coughs weakly. "it just got so boring laying there not doing anything.." Italy glances away..his curl drooping. "Please don't be mad at me."

Immediately the anger he had been feeling melts away...of course Italy didn't' mean anything by it. Italy's his best friend. He's harmless. It still unnerves him he was looking through his files though.. "..Just don't do it again Italy. Those files aren't meant to be looked at by anyone except for me."

"I understand Germany." Italy smiles sweetly before he takes a step closer. He gives a salute. " I promise I won't do it again."

Germany stares at him in surprise. "Italy you-"

There's a knock at the door. Germany raises his eyebrow when Austria walks in with...a beautiful woman. She has long blonde hair, her eyes a dark brown. "I just wanted to tell you I'm leaving. I have to give Clair her piano lessons." Austria says simply. "Make sure you clean up that mess!"

Clair's eyes fall on Italy and she smiles...her cheeks tinting. "Hello." She giggles, twirling her hair in a irresistible way. Germany sets his jaw...just waiting for Italy to start flirting with her...he bites his lip, knowing his jealousy will turn his gut and make him feel sick. He doesn't like the way she's looking at Italy...he doesn't like how pretty she is..surely Italy will be all over her-

"Hi!" Italy smiles sweetly...but that's it. He doesn't' call her beautiful. He doesn't move his hands excitedly. He doesn't start making weird noises or try to touch her hand. He does..nothing.

"we'll see you then." Austria must sense the weirdness because he grabs Clar lightly by the arm and leaves with her swiftly.

"She seemed nice!" Italy giggles. "well i'm going to head to bed. I'm still tired-"

Italy stops when he hears the click of a gun...and its barrel pressed to the back of his head. "You're not Italy.." Germany growls, his chest twisting...His eyes on fire, his hand holding the gun firmly to his head. "Italy would never let a beautiful girl like that past him by without flirting! Also when you saluted me, you used the right hand! Italy's never done that before! You turned down pasta and you were in my office, looking through my files when Italy told me before that paper work made him itchy! Who the fuck are you and what have you done with the real Italy?!"

Instead of trying to deny this...trying to talk his way out of it..He's taken by surprise when Italy suddenly turns on his heel, grabbing Germany's wrist with the gun and twisting it roughly getting Germany to grunt in pain, the twisting making him let go of the gun. Before Germany can do anything..he has the gun pointed to his forehead.

Germany's face falls...as he stares at this man that is not Italy. He can't be. This man's eyes are open now...revealing honey eyes...but they are not bright...no they are dark. They cause him to shiver when Feli's eyes caused his whole body to heat up. This man is grinning at him...his lips twisting up ward...that's not how Italy smiles. It's all wrong..seeing such a expression on the Italian's face..A smile of a demon on the face of an angel. It's wrong, wrong, wrong. "Who...Who are you?..what are you?"

"The names Luciano." The man's grin twist even more.

"And this world is my new bitch."

Wrote this awhile ago. Let me know what you think, and I may continue. I wanted to give the whole 2p thing a try. It's fun to write. I feel bad for Italy though.

Till next time:)