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

Chapter Two: Nightmare, Home, Plan

Italy's POV

I open my eyes quickly before sitting up. "Ugh...." I say in my normal tenor voice.

Another nightmare about him and now I have to face the cruel world that mocks me with a similar presence.

I look over at my clock, "7:30" I read. I sigh and get up knowing a certain German would come inside yelling at me.

I quickly grab my clothes and walk into the bathroom to change.

I start slipping out of my clothes before looking at myself in the mirror as voices are heard.

"Useless"

"Weak"

"Fat"

"Worthless"

"Stop it....." I say as I squeeze my head.

I slowly slip down the wall as I can hear the insults and laughter. Tears fall from my eyes and onto the floor, all of my sadness will soon be locked up.

Once the voices die down, I wipe my tears and continue on with my day. I quickly put my clothes back on and wash my face to get rid of the dried tears and snot.

I walk out and make my way to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. As I cut up tomatoes for omelets I stare at my reflection in the knife as if it calls out to me.

The sheer red reminding me of blood and the glint wanting to shadow it with red.

"Ohayo Mr. Italy. It is nice to see you up before Germany, have you had trouble sleeping?" I jump at the calm voice coming from my friend Japan.

I nod as well as fake a smile, "Ve! I had a dream of a wurst monster invading the town! Oh it was terrifying!" I made sure to fake my voice in a regular chipper sound.

After many years, people still think this is my regular voice. Oh how wrong they are. I look back over at Japan with the same fake smile.

'Oh god, just leave! It hurts to just fake a smile but I can't even let it down or else you would think something is wrong!'

Japan nods and smiles lightly at me as he makes some tea for himself. Once done with the omelets, I put them on 3 separate plates and walk out to the dining room.

"ITALIA!!!!!" I look over at the hallway where Germany's voice echoes my name. Strong footsteps can be heard walking towards my room.

'Hmph...I knew he would go to my room first....' I thought.

"Italia?" I can hear him question. He begins to make his way towards the dining room, slamming the door open, and look at my confused. "You woke up early?" He questions.

I nod silently as I set the plates on the table along with coffee and orange juice for myself. Japan sits at his seat with a pot of tea and cup.

"Hmm....Breakfast looks good Italia. Good job" I smile fakely at his compliment, "Ve~ Thanks Germany" I sit in my seat and begin to eat with a huge smile in my face.

After about 30 minutes, Germany announces that we have training. I silently take everyone's plates and head out with Germany and Japan. I open my eyes slightly to see Japan looking at me suspiciously.

I instantly close my eyes and start humming a happy tune. "Ve~ Germany can we please go get gelato after this?"

Said German looks at me with a strict expression, "Nein. You are just going to get fat and never get up for training Italia."

Fat. I knew it. I was a fat and ugly person!

I instantly become quiet at his words that stung my very soul. I knew it was true but it just hurt to hear it come from someone else.

We start off by running 20 laps around the track. I get lost in thought about Germany's words.

'I'm fat. I need to stop eating. No more pizza, no more pasta, no more food.'

I end up getting so lost in my thoughts I trip and fall on my face. "Ugh....great..." I wipe my face, getting rid of the dirt. I can hear Japan and Germany run over to me.

"Are you okay Mr. Italy?"

"Italia! Are you alright? You should watch where you're going!"

I sigh silently and smile up at them fakely. "I'm fine! No worries!" I instantly get up and brush of some first that has collected onto my clothes.

"I will need to have a look Italia. Training is dismissed!" I sigh as I follow Germany to his house.

I sit on top of the counter as usual and wait for him to look for any wounds. He quickly inspects me and sighs at the bruise that started to form on my knee.

"You have a bruise Italia....Here, put some ice." I nod as he walks over to the fridge and takes out an ice cube.

'Ah Germany....Always looking after me even though I am a useless piece of shit. Maybe if I lose weight and try harder, you'd actually return my feelings.'

After a while, I jump down off the counter and make my way out. "Where are you going Italia?"

I instantly turn around, "Ve~ Well, I'm going home Germany! Romano probably misses me since I haven't gone home in a while! I will come back in about a week!"

As I explain, he nods and says his goodbye. I make my way towards my house, hoping my brother isn't home.

I look at the driveway and notice the ferrari is gone. 'Good. He's not home' I quickly make my way inside, turning on the hallway light, and walk into my room.

Once inside, I lock my door and lay on my bed, looking at the ceiling.

"I wish I could just sleep forever, never meeting the world, never having to deal with the voices or the taunting." I say to myself as I drift to sleep.

-Romano's POV-

I smile smally as Spain wraps his arms around my waist. "Stupid tomato bastard....let me at least get inside.....!"

He pouts and holds me tighter making me roll my eyes. I quickly unlock the door and notice the hallway light is on.

".......Fratello is here...." I say quietly.

I am Feliciano's brother so I know what going on with him. I have tried everything, therapy, pills, advice etc. Nothing worked.

This Holy Rome bastard fucked my brother up! It's been centuries since the last time I saw Feliciano smile and actually mean it!

Seeing your own brother live live with fake happiness and smiles hurt because I know for a fucking fact that I can't fix this.

I sigh and hold SPain's hand tightly only for him to squeeze back.

"Tonio.....what if my brother's never happy? I just.....I just want him to smile for real.....Holy Roman Empire messed with his heart and broke it...Feliciano gets nightmares....! I just....want him to smile again!!" I say raising my voice towards the end.

I look at the ground and notice droplets of tears. Spain gently puts his hand on my cheek making me at his bright green eyes.

"I know mi tomate....but we have tried everything....all we can do now is be there for him when he breaks again. I know it tough...but eventually he will smile once again. I know it...." He gently kisses me.

I put a hand over his and hold it. "When Feliciano wakes up....we should all go out....I know we just came back....but it would be good for him....We can go to the fair if you want...." He offers.

'Feliciano needs to go out and have some fun....No nations....so he could be himself....' I thought over. I nod at his offering, "But you have to win me a huge tomato!"

He chuckles and nods, "Of course mi lovi....te amo...." I smile at him and quickly reply," Ti amo troppo..."