Chapter one: A smile a day keeps the nightmares away
...You don't know how this ever came to be, weither it be witnessing brutal wars, or just out of the blue, something in his brain SNAPPED. Maybe it was something you did. Italy, your... old friend, was no longer with us... well, not the one that you knew...
One spring day, you were with Germany, Japan, and Italy, who was as happy and innocent as ever, and you decided to play some games, and watch movies. "Thanks for hanging out with me, guys." you said as you put in a movie. "I really needed some time away from my boyfriend." an abusive boyfriend, that you rarely talk about, but they're all well aware of him, especially Italy. You sat down on the couch between Italy and Japan. "It was no troubre at arl, (Name)-Chan." Japan said with a small smile. "yeah~! I love spending time with the prettiest girl in the world, ve~!." Italy said with a wider smile. You blushed. "Thanks Italy, I really needed that compliment." "So, vhat are vwe watching?" Germany asked. "A horror film." You said. "I borrowed it from America. He said its super gory and terrifying!." You said as you started the movie.
The movie, as America said, was brutally gory, and absolutely terrifying, and you loved every minute of it... the others on the other hand, were disturbed. but for some strange reason... even as scary and bloody as the movie was, Italy never once clung to Germany for comfort, nor did he scream as loud as he usually would if a jump scare were to happen. he just simply watched the movie as any other person would do. This is where it began.
It ended, and you got up to put it away. "Wow, you shocked me, Italy. I thought you were just going to go all out scaredy-cat." you said with a laugh. He said nothing. there was a silence... "...So, um, how about we have some dinner, huh? i'll make pasta." you say to break the silence. "huh? oh, si! that sounds yummy!" Italy said, finally coming to his senses. You smiled and walked into the kitchen. "...Italy, are you alright?" Germany said as he looked over to Italy with concern. "Si~ why wouldn't I be?" He responded with the wide, relaxed smile he always has. "You don't seem to be... you" Germany stated. "Hai, it is quite unusuarl to see you not act frightened" Japan added. "But im fiiine~! Really, I am!" He smiled again "See?" They stay quite, and look at each other. "Vell, if you say so, Italy..."
Le~ time skip~
After Dinner was done, Japan left, and you stayed with Italy and Germany for the night. You were getting ready for bed, when you saw Italy, seeming not to smile as he sat on his bed with his door cracked open. You paused, and walked over, lightly knocking on the door before entering. "Italy? are you, ok?" "Hm? yes..." He obviously lied this time. "...Alright, whats up?" you said as you walked over and sat next to him on his bed. "...Can I ask you a question, (Name)?" "Of course, Italy." "...Are you happy being with (boyfriend's name)?" ...You didn't know how to answer the question. But you managed to say after a minute of silence. "Not exactly. But he has a place for me to live, and money to keep me going... plus, if I try to dump him anyway, he would... never mind, lets say he wouldn't take it that well." You said as you stared at the floor. "I have nightmares of the worst thing happening if I were to try and break up with him..." Theres a pause... "...C'mon, mia bella~!" Italy said, his smile returning. "A smile a day keeps the nightmares away!" He said as he pulled on your cheeks into a forced smile. You laughed, and grabbed his wrists lightly, pushing them away. "stop it, Italy." You said with a chuckle. You stood, and walked out. "Goodnight, Italy." "Good night, (name!" You closed the door. "...The worst thing?" He asked himself as he lied down. "...He will pay..."
A week after that day, you were away, hanging out with your friends Britain and France. Who were bickering and arguing as usual. Italy, had other plans... At your house, your boyfriend was watching TV, when the front door opens. "What the hell? who are-?" It was Italy. "Oh, you're (name)'s pussy of a friend. The fuck are you doing here?" Italy said nothing, he only stood there, closing the door behind him, a scowl on his face. "...Well! Are you going to say something, or just stand there like a scared bitch?" Your boyfriend said as he stood and walked over to Italy, towering over him. "...Why do you hurt (name)?" He simply asked. "Pfft, why? because she needs to be put in her place! like the good little defenseless girl she is." "...Wrong answer." "Oh yeah? whats a little wimp like you gonna do about it?!" He said as he pushed Italy. He pulled a gun, one of many that Germany has, and aims for his head. Italy opened his warm amber eyes, seeming to be cold and full of hatred.
"No one hurts mia bella and gets away with it..."*BANG* ......