Dead to me Dark!Italy

Pasta crates

The first thing that Italy noticed when he woke up is that he was in a cold dark room, lying on a bed which was hard and uncomfortable, he tried to sit up but was unable to as there was restrains on his legs keeping him from moving off the bed, the cold chains were rubbing on his skin making the soft skin raw and red.

The door slowly opened letting in a small stream of light, at first the person in the door hole made Italy think that he was indeed looking at an exact replica of himself, but as his eyes adjusted to the light he noticed the slight differences in the shades of the newcomers hair and eyes and it was then he realised that it was Luciano who had walked in and that he was wearing Italy's military uniform

"Luciano what have you done to me? why have you put me here?" Italy demanded with a small quiet voice Luciano merely grinned

"now... now my little Feli haven't you worked it out, I guess I'm just going to have to tell you then. I'm going to hurt that person who hurt you, I will make him pay with his life for hurting you, and then I will make you all mine, you will never have to worry about people hurting you or have to hurt anyone else ever again" Luciano answered

"who? who is it that you are going to hurt? who is this person" Italy nearly screamed

"oh well I'm not going to tell you that you are just going to have to work it out by yourself, what do you think my Feli does this outfit look cute on me" Luciano asked making his voice sickly sweet in a aim to make him sound as cute as possible as close to Italy's as possible.

"I'm going to the front soon, I've been deemed fit to return to work you see, I'll send you a post card" Luciano said causally as if talking about how the weather was

"how are you going to do that. You killed a lot of people; they will kill you on sight" Italy replied

"well you see I told them that there was a mad look alike running around, making myself sound so scared and frightened and you know what, they believed me as after all little Italy couldn't possibly cause so many problems, now could you, you couldn't hurt a fly without being forced, so now I'm free to roam the front, and the best bit is you can't do anything to stop mw and Germany wouldn't dare hurt you so, looks like I win" he said an insane smirk covered he face, as he turned to leave.

Germany heard about how Italy was no longer being blamed for the murders and had all the charges against him removed from, as he was seen to be too wimpy and weak to be able to commit such a vicious crime on purpose, the even better news for Germany was that Italy was now deemed fit enough to return to the frontlines, and would be arriving in only a couple of days. they would finally be able to see each other again, for the first time in what feels close to being forever, he spent a full day tidying up his tent which he would be sharing once again with the little Italian.

Germany would of never admitted it, but he was missing the Italians constant whining, about how he was unable to do his shoelaces or about how he didn't want to take part in the training sessions, even how he didn't get enough pasta at lunch or how there wasn't any at all, these little things were what Germany was missing, it's the little things that filled his day with unneeded stress and made his life difficult, he found himself almost unable to calm down and wait for his arrival.

It was easier than one would think to smuggle a crate full of Italy into the camp, it just proves that labelling something pasta and being Italian meant that no one would bat an eye or consider if it was anything else, which they really should of at least checked the contents, Luciano felt slightly sorry for his counterpart being stuck inside of that cramped box, he'd most likely be crying and complaining if it wasn't for the gag around his mouth with the addition of the amount of drugs being stuffed in him to keep him numb and compliant for the entire journey, he had brought enough to keep his counterpart knocked out for a good month not that he would need that much no, he would only need a couple of days maybe a week depends on how much fun he was planning to have first.

The crate of Italy was dumped in one of the less important cargo tents, situated near the outside of the camp making it much easier for Luciano to go in and out to see Feli without the risks of being seen doing it.

The moment Luciano arrived he was informed that he would be sharing Germany's tent until a new one was set up for him, the Italian merely Ve~ and went into the tent acting like the air brain Feli is, no one suspected a thing, inside the tent he expected Germany to be waiting for him but was met with a dark empty space maybe he would be around later he thought, wouldn't that be fun.

Luciano decided he would go play with his Feli first, he carefully walked over to the storage tent being careful that he wouldn't be seen by prying eye, he also ensured to close the tent flap behind him.

Gently he opened the crate and looked inside Luciano saw two brown eyes staring at him they looked almost dead, as if they'd had the life taken out of them, if it wasn't for the small breathes of air the other Italian was releasing unsteadily you would have indeed believe he was dead, "hello my Italy I hope that the trip was comfortable for you, and that there wasn't too many bumps on the way over" Luciano said gently stroking the hair out the youngers eyes, before reaching down for one of syringes full of drugs to knock the smaller Italian out again "good night my Italy we will play again soon alright" Luciano said before kissing the smaller Italians cheek and closing the lid, leaving the tent with a smile on his face, he hoped Germany would be around soon then the games could truly begin.