You tell me who you think I am and I'll tell you the real me.

Chapter One: A memory turned to a nightmare.

-Italy's POV-

I can see a boy dressed all in black. Once I instantly recognize him I run towards him yelling, "Good morning Holy Rome! How are you?"

The boy named Holy Rome takes a step forward just as I am a few feet away from him.

"Wait! Hold on!"

As he says this I stop running and tilt my head in confusion.

"You run while I chase you, and yet you chase after me when I run, why do you do that, that doesn't make sense!" He yells.

I put the bucket down, "uh, I don't know..."

"Please, listen Italy, there is something very important that I have been meaning to say to you....I'm sorry about everything, I'm leaving though so you don't have to be afraid of me anymore." As he says that he looks away hiding his heart broken expression.

I get closer to him, "Wait... What are you saying?"

He looks back up at me, "I have to go away now..." He turns around meeting one of his troops.

"Holy Rome, are you ready?"

The blonde headed soldier asks. He replies with a quick "si" and looks back at me.

"Well, see you around. Take good care of yourself" he turns away and begins to walk towards the gate with his troops.

I take small steps towards him saying softly, "are you really leaving? But I don't want you to go, Holy Rome..." Since he didn't hear me he continues walking.

I flay my arms up and down frantically. "Wait no! "Don't go! Please! What will I do without you?! Don't leave me! NO!!!"

He turns around revealing a saddened look on his face. I run towards him with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

I hold out my push broom towards Holy Rome.

"Here, take this with you, maybe, it will help you think of me...then...then you won't forget about me..." He looks at me confused. "Oh, a push broom, but why would it remind me of you?"

He pauses for a moment before his eyes widen. "Italy..."

He grins and walks towards me taking my push broom and smiles, "Si. Grazie! I-I feel like I should give you something too...what do...what do people do at your home if they like someone?"

I look up at him innocently, "Hm? Uhm...kiss I think." I say innocently.

"Kiss? I see..." He slowly leans towards me.

"I liked you for a very long time...it's been at least since the 10th century..." We both close our eyes.

I can feel warm, soft lips meet mine. He slips his hand in mine.

Once I pull away I see Holy Rome all bloody and beaten up with a sword through his stomach.

My eyes widen as I see him fall. "HOLY ROME!!!!!!"

I scream as I see the light escape from his ocean blue eyes. Tears fall as I look up at the one who took his life. But, no one is there.

The scenery changes and I turn around seeing my love looking at me beaten up, bloody with a hole on his stomach and a face full of rage

"It's all your fault.....if you went with me then this wouldn't have happened. It's your fault this happened to me....ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!!" He wraps his hands around my neck cutting off the air going through my trachea.

"H-hol....y.....r-r....om.....e...." I scratch at his hands as tears start to fall from my eyes. I look at him, pure rage is all I see. "H.....H....ol.....y......R....o...me....." I say once more.

I slowly slip into darkness.

I can't see anything.....

it's cold....

It's dark....

I'm alone.....