A Twist In The Timeline

Chapter 1

So I know I'm bad at updating on time, but I hope with writing shorter chapters I will be able to update more often! Sorry for not updating minna! Note this does not follow all of the hetaoni time line and plot, I'm sorry. I will try to keep it as close as I can. Also, does not contain an OC unless y'all want one. ~~Alice

        I remember, many loops ago, questions were asked, and answers unheard.
     Cries ran free, in the horror prison where everyone died.
     Everyone but one.

        Italy had gone through many loops, too many to count. Doomed time-lines plague his mind even during the too few hours he slept. He had lived many years not changing in looks, but corroding inside. No matter what he tried he could never stop them from entering the eternal prison, he couldn't stop the deaths, he was just little hetalia, and he was close to breaking.
     The demon in the house (yes demon not monster as the being seemed to feed on his fear and nightmares), was getting enjoyment from torturing Italy, but it didn't expect what would happen next.

     Italy was out in the hall heading towards the library to grab something while everyone was resting in the safe room. Approaching the stairs to go down he heard a peculiar sound.
     "A piano?" He questioned under his breath, curiosity got the better of him and he made his way to the piano room. He walked up to the door and prepared himself to run just in case it was another trick. His hand grasped the nob and  he turned it slowly, hearing each click as it turned.
     He inched the door open and peaked in, before Italy got a good look inside, he felt a presence in the hallway with him, he looked over.
     It was the Oni. Not caring about who was in there he rushed inside and shut the door behind him, luckily the Oni didn't see him. Still facing the door he backed up a few steps. The Italian held out a finger to tell whoever was behind him to be quiet. During the silence he could here the Oni walk past the door and its steps grew farther and farther away.
     After the sound of loud footsteps were gone Italy sighed and his legs gave out. He collapsed on the floor shaking and clutching his book.
     The figure, or so it turns out, figures watched the shaking country that looked slightly familiar, but would never act like that.
     "Luciano?" One of the figures asked with an Italian accent, similar to someones, but that was impossible because he could never sound so... nice? 
     Realizing he was still on the floor and other people were in the room he jumped back on his feet and put the air head facade on. 
     "Veee~~~ I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to be bossy! I'm so sorry! Please don't hurt me!" He panicked and turned around. His rambling stopped short and his demeanor changes from air head to cautious.
     "Who are you? How did you get in here?" His voice grows colder and he observes the group of people. They looked just like the other countries that were trapt in the hell with him except... something was... off...