I wrote this when I was 11. Don't come for me. (Finished story) You've read almost every fic. You have way too many posters. About 500 shirts. You win a months worth of touring with them. Is it what you've always dreamed about? TW: mentions of depression/suicide (NOT AN X READER OR FLUFFY BOOK)

Italy's been acting odd for about a year or so, now, and nobody-not even Romano-knows what's up. When a strange Aurora interrupts a Meeting, and 12 nations-including Italy-are taken inside the Aurora, only Italy can guide them through his memories. How will the nations handle seeing the apocalypse that never occurred? Chrome Shelled Regios/Hetalia Crossover. Pairings unsure.