Paint It Red

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Italy awoke from his terrible dream.

Or did he?

Germany looked over at Italy, who was sitting beside him on the bed.

"Are you alright Italy?" Germany asked. "You were crying in your sleep."

"Si, I'm fine..." Italy growled. His eyes lit up as they glanced around the room, hovering on the gun that still lay on the bedside table. He looked back at Germany with a saddened face, and the German man stared back, confused.

"Italy? Are you sure you are alright?"

But Italy only continued to stare, His eyes lit up once more and a sadistic smile grew on his face. He almost looked psychopathic.

"Si...never better," he said with a smirking tone.

"What?"

Italy snatched the gun and rolled on top of Germany, pointing the gun at his face. Germany lay there, eyes wide, taken completely by surprise.

His face.

Italy's face had something written all over it. It said that this was not Italy, and that whoever this person is, he was determined to kill him.

"Isn't it a shame when you die to your friend? Must be such a bummer!" hissed Italy. "Isn't it a shame to be taken down by a weak little boy? I don't intend to occupy that shame. So this...

is your end!"

Germany closed his eyes, expecting to feel the cold hard bullet rocketing through his brain. This was the end. He couldn't believe it; Italy wouldn't kill him...would he?

But the shot never came.

He opened his eyes to look at Italy, who looked furious as tears began to roll down his face and the gun fell out of his hands. He fell backwards and rolled around on the bed, seeming to claw at himself.

"Germany! He's evil! Help me!" the Italian sobbed. "He tricked me! I didn't want this!"

"Italy? W-what's going on?" Germany shouted. His face turned into a mask of anger. "You tried to kill me!"

Suddenly the tears stopped flowing and that smile returned.

"He didn't try to kill you..." Italy responded. "I tried to kill you! ME! I am Italy! But why the FUCK can't I pull the fucking trigger?!"

Germany hesitated in confusion. "...Who are you?"

"I'M ITALY! And don't be fooled! I may be held back by that pasta eating bastard, but I will overthrow him!"

There was a short silence.

"And...I will kill you.

Germany jumped on Italy and tried to restrain him.

"Get OFF me, you ass!"

"Silence! You are NOT Italy."

~~~

Japan was sitting on his cushion, his nose bleeding furiously at his yaoi manga, when the phone rang.

"Konnichiwa, this is Kiku Honda, representation of Japan."

"Japan! I need you over here right now!" Germany shouted over the phone. Japan listened closely to the background noise.

"YOU POTATO EATING DICK! UNLOCK THESE CHAINS NOW!"

Japan paused. "...Was that Italy?"

"Yes. That is why I need you over here. We're in a very serious situation."