Dead to me Dark!Italy

How it all began

It was a seemingly normal day just like any other, the Allies and Axis were fighting each other during the turmoil period of world war two.

Germany and Italy were stationed at an encampment based a few miles away from the front, the bombs which hit the ground could still be felt and heard, vibrating the ground around them. Every time one struck the ground Italy would squeal, jump or cry as he found it difficult to get use to the sound, the sound was a sound he didn't think he'd be able to ever get used to it.

When the fire started Italy was sat in his tent writing a letter to his brother Romano, he's just found out that he was going to staying in Spain for a while and wanted to find out more, Italy found himself drifting off due to the many sleepless nights that had been plaguing him.

No one knew who started the fire or how it was unnoticed until it had ravished most of the tents, razing the canvas and the supplies within to the ground within minutes. Germany ran towards the tents as soon as he noticed what was happening, checking to make sure everyone was okay as he went and ordered others to start putting the fires out, this is when he started to hear the screaming.

The fires lapped around the Italian consuming everything in its path, his bed was on fire, so was the table and the floor everything had turned into a sea of glowing crimson. He couldn't make it to the tent flap in time to escape, as he was only woken up by the feeling of heat lapping his body.

Italy was kneeling in his wardrobe the only place that had yet to catch alight, hoping that it would protect him from the heat and flames in time for him to be saved but that was a futile idea, it didn't take long for the wood to start smouldering and popping causing him to panic "Germany, HELP!!!" he screamed out in hope and desperation for his ally to find him but that was not to be, no one came. he could feel his skin burning the air started to change becoming thick and difficult to breath as the oxygen became less and less to the point that even him a country couldn't breathe, he shouted out one last time using his last breath of air before the world became a hazy black leading him to fall unconscious in his wooden coffin.

Germany ran straight towards the source of the shouting it was Italy's tent, his heart dropped as he found it to be completely ablaze, he could hear Italy's desperate shouting, but he couldn't find a way in, every way he tried the tent collapsed further. Germany ordered his men to put out the fire on the tent the constant screaming made Germany want to just run in there, but he knew he'd have to wait or else there was a chance they could crush the Italian. Well that was until the screaming stopped and he began to truly panic another loud shout erupted through the air before a deafening silence and that was when Germany charged into the tent uncaring about the flames scorching his own body, over the years he had lived the German had heard all sorts of cries but the desperate cry of a man about to die was one that you would never forget.

The smoke sat heavily throughout the tent making him unable to see the Italian, he pushed his way through the burning items when he noticed a familiar curl hanging out the wardrobe as he moved closer he noticed the unconscious Italian hanging out of the burning wooden box he ran over and quickly pulling him out and carrying him outside, his lungs ached as he finally took a breath of fresh air. The Italian did not.