Fear gazed upon the nations face as he stared at a twin of darkness. Half his face was shadows, and his arm was also the same. Only pale eye shone on the Italian's face, and the other icy blue one stared into Italy's chocolate brown.
He smiled warmly a the dreamer, gripped the butterfly in his hands. It wings were crushed and broken, it was dead. Italy stared at the thing that would kill a harmless butterfly.
The twin only smirked at his shocked face. Then slowly began to walk to him, Italy took a step back from the thing. But somehow his legs were glued in place. He could only watch the shadow come to him.
Oddly enough the closer it got, the less scared her felt. Like a pleasant dream was coming to him. He felt like he should be scared. The shadow smirked as the nation looked so helpless in front of him.
((EnOuGh PlAyInG ArOuNd, TiMe tO SlEeP.))
Italy heard in his head, it ringed out through his brain sending chills down his spine. The shadow bent down slowly to his face, Italy sized up a whimper. It just touched his face softly, cold meet warmth.
Italy stared at the shadow with confusion, what was it doing? I slowly got closer to his face, then whispered low and calmly into Italy's ear.
((WaNt tO pLaY?~))
Italy shook his head furiously, and backed up into a tree. The shadow looked sad as he moved in again. Italy was now trapped.
((GeRmAnY WiLl bE tHeRe, aNd sO WiLl JaPaN.))
Italy looked at him a little interested, the shadow touched his face softly. Then stood up holding out his hand. Italy looked at him as if wonder if it was worth it.
((AnYtHiNg YoU wAnT.))
Italy shunned away from him, the shadow looked stumped then eyes lite up with an idea.
((EvEn HoLy RoMe.))
Italy looked at him with a startled face, the shadow smirked. That got his attention.
"Ve~ Holy Rome will be there?" he questioned the shadow. It nodded warmly and smiled showing sharp teeth. But Italy didn't noticed, he was too busy thinking about Holy Rome. He would get to see him again.
"Your not joking, right?" he asked, the shadow shook his head. Italy turned away to think, then looked back at the shadow. Only to see Holy Rome staring back at him.
"Everyone will be there Miss Italy." he told the nation, tears began to form in the Italians eyes. Holy Rome held out his hand.
"There just waiting for you." Italy smiled at his friend and place his slowly into Holy Rome's. But what he saw after that was the shadow, he tried to let go but the hand held him tight.
"Miss Italy, why are you running?" it mocked Holy Rome's voice. Italy tried to scream but no sound came out. Only a faint sigh, the shadow touched his face softly to calm him. Italy turned to him with fear, but the feeling a warmth wrapped him up.
He was in a flower field, where him and Holy Rome would always meet. The shadow smiled at him, Italy looked startled but then thought of how he could make him so happy. The nation smiled back and gripped the hand.
The shadow looked to the pond and there in the mist stood Holy Rome and Germany. Italy waved at them and ran to join his friends, forever in a good dream. Shadow!Italy turns to you and winks.
((ShSs hE's sLeEpInG.~)) he gives a insane laugh and turned back to Italy's smiling face and happy laughter.
He was his, and they would be together forever. Just like it should be, right?