Nighmares: GerIta

The darkness

The room was dark. It was the kind of darkness that could swallow you whole in an instant. In the middle of the room, a certain pasta loving Italian stood alone.

Italy shivered from the emptiness around him. The dark started to close in on him, making him scream for help, or try to with his nonexistent voice.

The voice that chose to cower in his thought, never to face the demons that threatened to kill it. Tears drenched his face as he tried to yell.

Fear started to boil in his chest. The darkness was suffocating him, preventing his lungs from working, and his tears from stoping.

The darkness was about to eat him whole, when its grip started to loosen. A new figure came into view. A figure clad in light that could repeal any shadow.

The figure had slicked back blonde hair, and sharp blue eyes that Italy knew by heart. Italy's voice unclogged to scream out a name.

"Germany!!"

The figure looked to Italy. Piercing blue eyes meeting frightened amber.

Italy tried to run towards Germany. A invisible force held him back. A force that promised death and hurt.

"Germany!! Help! Help me! Please!!"

Germany made no move to the brunet. The blue eyes looked back. Something closed off in those eyes. Something became hard, like a wall was being formed and a fortified.

"I cannot save you any more Italy. There is no need for someone on the team that cannot do even the simplest things right. You are no longer part of the Axis Powers. Japan has already given his consent. He agrees that there is no need of someone so useless on the team. I can't believe I dated you before! Someone like you, someone thats sullying the very concept of being a country."

Italy's voice stopped working again. He stopped breathing. He stopped running and struggling. His eyes lost there shine of happiness and joy, to be replaced with a emotion that should never come to grace his mind, total despair.

He shook away the feeling, finding a small shred of his voice again. "Germ-" his small voice was cut off.

"Don't you dare! A filthy rat of a country has no right to speak my name. Goodbye... You pest." Germany spat out the words, turning his back.

Italy lost his foothold and fell into the darkness. His Amber eyes where wide and unresponsive, and his curl drooped on his head. His eyes lost all trace of light and happiness, and became empty. His legs and arms lost all of there strength.

He became a puppet to the darkness.

His legs where no longer his when he silently, staggered to the German, and nether where his arms when they raised the knife above his head. The mouth that curled into a menacing grin was not his. The velvet eyes that shown like fire was not his.

The blood that stained his hand was not his.

The laughter that rang through his mouth was not his... Was it?

The Germans corps fell to the ground. Italy's eyes cried, but the smile would not leave, and his eyes stayed there purple hue.

The knife moved to his neck. This time, the blood was his.

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Germanys desk was cluttered with pounds of paper work. The German placed a hand on his head and sighed in exasperation.

Italy had gone to bed earlier, and was peacefully sleeping in Germany's bed. Now, finally being free from distraction, Germany had gone back to his desk to finish the piles of neglected work.