Fallen, Hurt, Betrayed (Hetalia Fanfic)

Chapter 1: How it Began♤

Third Person POV

It was the day of the world meeting, Feliciano Vargas the Personification of Northern Italy was being his usual happy go lucky self, he was skipping down the street and smiled brightly when he saw Ludwig Beilschmit the Personification of Germany "GERMANY! GERMANY! " He waved excitedly. Germany didn't respond, but ignored it.

Italy thought none of it thinking that Germany just didn't hear him. He skipped up to the German and clung to his arm "Ciao~ Germany how-a are you-a today?" Italy asked

Germany harshly yanked his arm away from the Italian ' s grasp "it's none of your business." He glared.

"G-Germany?" Italy asked in an aprihensive tone

"JUS GO AVAY! YOU'RE VEAK UND NOTHZING BUT A CRYBABY!" He barked

Italy stopped abruptly, his smile gone, tears fell freely down his face, Germany didn't spare a second glance and just kept walking away. Italy's eyes darken for a brief moment but vanished as he wiped away the tears, putting on a fake happy facade he continued slowly to the meeting. When he arrived her was about five minutes late, just as he was about to enter the conference room he froze when he hears what was being said...

"It zheems as if Italy is not here, zat is good, he's nothing vut weak and annoying." Francis Bonnefoy the Personification of France spoke happily

"I actually agree with the bloody frog for once, that Italy is nothing but a weak idiot." Arthur Kirkland the Personification of England agree with France for once in his entire life

"Italy is not awezome, I don't even see vhy I ze awezome Prussia hung out both a lose vike him." Gilbert Beilschmit the Personification of Prussia declared

"Da, Italy will never become one with Russia. All he would get would be a bloodied pipe to the face." Ivan Branganski the Personification of Russia smile happily his infamous dark aura surrounding him

"I agree Italy is weak and childish, aru." Yao Yang the Personification of China nodded

"Dudes! Italy is so weak! I should know since I'm the hero!" Alfred F. Jones the Personification of America exclaimed.

What came next top the Proverbial cake of betrayal...

"Ja, I vas only friends vith Italy because I velt pity vor him. He's nothing vut a veak pasta loving idiot und a cowardly crybaby to top it all off." Germany spoke grufly

"Itary-san is nothing but an annoying nuisance, I don't even rike him. I was just acting as his friend." Kiku Honda the Personification of Japan spoke in monotone

Italy's bangs shrouded his eyes in shadow, tears flowed freely down his face like a waterfall. His big heart shattered into millions of peices. And with a turn of his body he ran out of the building and to his house locking himself in his bathroom staring at the mirror his eyes no longer held their spark of joy, they now where just lifeless and broken. Tears fell one by one down into the sink, and he himself was slowly falling into the pits of despair.

His eyes widen slightly when he sees a sillouette that is not his own, it's eyes a glowing violet peered into Italy's brown ones.

"L-Luciano..." Italy stuttered

"It's been a long time, Feliciano. They-a have a point, you are-a weak."

"Y-yeah thanks-a for-a stating the-a obvious. What did I-a do-a wrong?" Italy buried his head in his hands.

Luciano smirked, his first players will was weakening, he could easily take over soon. But he was also pissed off at the other first players, he would never admit it but deep deep very very deep down did he care for his first player. Not that he would ever tell anyone.

"You-a did nothing wrong Feliciano, they just-a don't understand you-a. If They-a think that you are-a weak, then-a show them-a how-a strong you-a can be. Show them-a that They-a should of never-a abandoned and-a betrayed you. I can-a give you tgat-a strength Feliciano. What do you-a choose? To be forever-a lonely and-a weak? Or do you-a want to-a be strong and-a powerful to-a show them-a who they are-a dealing with?"

Italy's eyes darkend, and spoke with a cold tone, which was very out if character for him "give me-a strength so that They-a will regret-a what They-a have-a done."

Luciano smiled insanily "well, then it has-a been done-a."

Italy felt light headed as his second player took over, now he was in the subconscious of Luciano. He smiled sadly "well, then this is-a how it-a begins."

Italy's hair became a tone darker than before, his skin becoming richly tanned, his eyes changing from brown to a piercing pools of violet, his uniform changing into a brown WW2 Italian Brigade Uniform with a matching hat with violet feathers falling down the side of it.

Luciano chuckled darkly "you-a better watch-a out first-a players.~"

With that he left the bathroom to plot his revenge.....

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Yo Rina here~ my first Hetalia fanfic! I hope you like it! I got this idea by watching a fan made hetalia music video at 1am, I was like omigod this is brilliant!!!