It All Started With Wanting to Play a Game.

The Beginning

"I have been hearing about vhis knife game for a vhile now. I hear its pretty fun. But i'll probably never play it." Muttered Germany to himself.

'Whats the-a knife game?' Italy thought to himself from where he was around the corner. He heard this small voice in the back of his mind saying to play it. EHHHH who is-a there?!?!?! Italy thought frightened and tears forming in the corners of his closed eyes.

'oh, my dear Felicano, I am you. the one whose been locked away' the Italian accented voice replied.

'oh if you are-a me then I-a guess you are-a okay.' The oblivious pasta loving country thought in reply.

Feli went into his kitchen looking for a knife to play the game with but unfortunately he had none, since he mostly made pasta and didn't need a knife for it.

'Try-a in the hallway closet, look in the box-a in the far-a back left corner.' the disembodied voice replied in his mind.

'Okay. Grazie voice in-a my head!' The (seemingly) innocent Italian thought in reply. So he went to the hall way closet and searched through it until he came to the back and found a box in the corner. Just like the voice said, the box was more of a trunk that looked at least 50 years old. "huh when did I-a put this here?" Feli asked out loud. He felt a strange attraction to the box and slowly walked towards it seemingly in a trance. when he got to it he knelt down and slowly opened it.

As he opened it he caught glimpse of a purple feather. On further inspection he found it was attached to a hat made of the same materiel his uniform was made of, only a dark brown color. He took out the hat and gently placed it on the ground next to him and looked back in the box. He found a uniform similarly designed to his own but the same color a the hat he found earlier. He held the uniform up to his body to inspect it and saw something shine in the corner of his now opened eyes. He put the uniform next to the hat and went to the object he saw that reflected the light.

What he found was a knife that had a partially rusted blade but was overall take care of. He looked closer on the thick maple wood handle and found the word Luciano carved into it. After that he felt as is his head was going to split open. he tightly closed his eyes and screamed, to anyone near by it would sound as if someone was being murdered. He then collapsed to the sound of menical laughter from inside his head that seemed to be getting louder. Before the darkness consumed him he saw a flash of a person that looked exactly like him but with darker hair and magenta eyes wearing the uniform he found earlier. The last thing he heard was the persons evil chuckle and the words' Thank-a you idota, now i'm-a free again.' Then his conscience left him.

Should I continue this story or not?If I do it'll be a love story and in first person so it'll be easier to follow.