Dead to me Dark!Italy

Don't do Drugs

Ludwig walked around the tents that made up the camp, the place seemed to be a lot emptier in the dim light which was being emitted from the various lanterns strategically scattered around the place, the emptiness was most likely due to the people who didn't need to be out were inside in the warmth of their tents, which is where Germany really should be now, instead of being out in the cold of the outside world which is where he is, the lights became dimmer and dimmer the further he moved away from the main part of the camp, there was limited natural light as the moon was covered in misty cloud leaving no reflected light to guide his way towards his destination.

When he arrived, he took one of the lamps from the outside of the tent before going into the place which held all of Italy's secretes. Germany carefully moved the tarp covering the entrance so that he can get inside, once in he noticed the complete lack of items inside the tent, usually these spare tents would be crowded with object to save space in the other tents but in this one there was just one crate sitting in the middle and a tangy metallic smell permeating the air inside.

Germany carefully and quietly crept towards the crate which had the word pasta pasted on it in bold, he noticed a small whimpering sound coming from the inside of the box, carefully he opened the top of the crate which was easier than it should of been, as the lid was unsealed which it shouldn't have been as it would ruin all the goods inside, so maybe with that and the whimpering it was just cats within it.

Lifting the lid Germany peered into the box he was shocked to see that inside Italy was bound with ropes his eyes glazed over, and not focusing on anything particularly, his wrists were raw where the ropes had been rubbing on them and caused him to bleed in places, in the dim light of the lamp he could make out the burn scars scattering his face, which brought Germany to the realisation of just who he was looking at "Feli" Ludwig said with a whispered breath, he quickly but cautiously pulled the small Italian out of the cramped box and placed him down on the floor beside it, in his rush to remove the bindings he didn't notice when another person creeped inside the tent near silently.

Luciano watched the scene in front of him with an amused smile, he watched the German gently pull and cut the ropes off in a way to not to hurt Italy it was pitiful really Italy wouldn't be out of his drug induced state for some time and by that time he would of finished doing what he aimed to do, he was so close to reaching his goal, the end was finally in his sight "Luuudddwwiiggg" Luciano sang in his sweet Italy voice, Germany turned around startled to see another Italy "Ludwig what do you think you're doing?" the fake Italy asked with the tone of voice as a mother telling off her child.

"What in the world is going on who are you?" Germany shouted, Luciano didn't even flinch

"It's me Germany who else would I be, it's me Italy, don't you believe me Ludwig" he said pouting before a smile stretched over his face

"YOU'RE NOT MY ITALY!!!" Germany practically screamed as he started to realise the truth of what was really going on, Luciano smile disappeared

"oh Germany if only you didn't find out so soon, you could of lived a little longer but I don't feel so nice anymore, in fact I've decided that your going to die tonight" Luciano spoke pulling out a set of throwing knives from his boots, he started to twizzle one blades in his hand, Germanys eye automatically watched the smooth glinting metal as it caught the light of the lamp "hey Germany I want to play a game, and guess what Germany I plan to win" he said as he threw the first knife aiming directly at the German, whom only just managed to push himself and Italy out of the way before the knife impaled the ground which was behind him.

One of the first things that Germany realised was that this fake Italy was more crazy than Russia after someone has stolen his scarf, and secondly he unlike Italy has one hell of a good aim, and if he didn't move... well let's just say he would be having serious heart problem by now "why are you doing this? what do you aim to achieve by doing this?" Germany asked as he hid behind the pasta crate

"well where to begin, I want to hurt the people who hurt my Italy the most, and pay them back in kind 10 fold and guess what Germany you're at the top of my list, the games started you'd better run..."