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The Italian sighed as he slammed the door to his bedroom. Today's training had been especially hard, for some reason. He wished Germany wasn't so strict all the time. Maybe if he wasn't so strict, training wouldn't be so hard.
"Ah, I'm so tired...." He said, sinking to the floor, "I could just fall asleep right here..."
He leaned against the door and closed his eyes, which was quite silly, since his bed wasn't too far away. "Hmm... is that pasta I smell~?" He said sleepily.
"ITALY!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!! THIS IS NO TIME TO SKIP OUT ON TRAINING!!!!"
Italy's eyes flew open as he jumped to his feet. "Germany's back! Oh, I need to get out of here!"
He instantly turned to the door, but then decided that wouldn't be a good idea, since Germany was out there. "Um, uh..." He stuttered, looking around wildly for an escape, "Oh, the window!!!"
He ran as fast as he could to the triangle-shaped window and quickly pushed it open. He was on the second floor, but he figured if he landed just right...
"ITALY!!!!"
No time to think about it now. Italy, being as brave as he could, climbed onto the window sill, and jumped.
...
Italy managed to land with only a few cuts on his knees. Normally, he would cry over that, but he knew that Germany was chasing him, and he had to keep going. So, running as fast as he could, he decided to follow the smell of Pasta he had smelled earlier, curious as to what it was.
After he was sure Germany wasn't chasing him anymore, Italy slowed his pace to a walk, still following the smell of Pasta.
As he walked, he again found himself wishing that Germany wasn't so strict. He wanted to him to be more fun, more laid back, happier, like him. It certainly would get a lot more done.
But obviously that wasn't going to happen.
The smell of pasta got stronger, and when Italy found the source, it turned out to be just that. A bowl of pasta, just lying on the ground, and of course, Italy, being the vague country he was, didn't see anything suspicious about it at all, so he happily took a bite.
"Come on! Let's get 'im!"
"Shh, you wanker! Not yet!"
"Huh?" Italy said, looking around, and not seeing anything, went back to his pasta.
"NOW!!!!!!"
Suddenly, something slammed into Italy, and strong arms wrapped around his.
"Huh?!! Let go of me!!!" He yelled, flailing around frantically, "GERMAN-"
Suddenly, something slammed down onto Italy's head, and the whole world went black.
~~~~~
"Ugh, it seems Italy's run off again, I'd better go find him."
Germany sighed as he he walked through the grass, following the faint footprints of his Italian friend. Why couldn't Italy take things more seriously? What was wrong with him? He was weak, indecisive, ditsy, and all together quite a pain. But still, Germany put up with up with him, figuring if he didn't, Italy might be dead.
After a bit, the footprints ended, and he just had to walk in a general direction. He was about to go back, hoping Italy would find his way home, when he stepped on something shiny.
He bent down and picked it up.
"Vait... are these... America's glasses?!!"
He looked down and saw a spilled plate of what looked like pasta.
"Why in ze hell... oh no."
Finally understanding what happened, he dropped the plate of pasta he took off in the direction of England's house.
~~~~
Knock, knock, knock.
"Who is it?" America called, but no answer.
He swung open the door only to be punched in the face.
"OW! What the heck was that for?!!??!" He yelled, stumbling back with a hand over his hurt nose.
"WHERE'S IS HE?!" Germany roared.
"Who?!?" America asked, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop it from bleeding.
"Italy!"
"I don't know where he is-"
In one swift movement, Germany grabbed the collar of America's shirt and brought him up to eye level. "Where. Is. Italy." He said, scarier than ever.
America laughed his signature laugh. "Well, maybe if you put me down, I'll tell you."
Germany then dropped America onto the hardwood floor. America laughed again, more bitter this time.
"Get him, Alpha."
There was a huge barking sound, and Germany was tackled onto the floor by (haha) a German Shepard. Germany threw the huge dog off, which came bounding back at him before he barley had time to stand up. The dog lunged at him again, which he again threw to the side, this time causing a lot more damage as the dog didn't get back up.
America stared wide-eyed at his dog. "Alpha! You heartless ba-"
"Italy. Take me to him. Now!"
"I knew England's plan was too obvious..."
"Just shut up and take me to him!"
Alfred smiled as he looked over Germany's shoulder. "Okay, if that's what you want..."
Germany only had time to flash a moment's confusion on his face before something hard hit him on the head and he fell to the floor, unconscious.
~~~~
"Germany???"
"Germany?!?"
"Ughh...my head..." The German complained as he sat up, rubbing his sore head.
"Oh, phew, you're awake... what a relief!" Italy said, smiling down at his friend.
"See, I told you it would work, you git."
"AHHAHHA! I guess you were right!" America laughed from behind steel bars.
As the world slowly came into focus, Germany surveyed his surroundings. He was in a small metal cell, with poorly made beds off to the side, and a smashed wooden table in the corner, and of course, Italy was there, too. America and England stood outside the cell, grinning like they's both just won the world cup.
"Let us out!" Germany yelled angrily, hitting the bars.
America's expression darkened. "No way, dude." He said as England and himself walked towards the door.
"Oh, and by the way, you're paying for my dog's vet bills."
Germany cussed a few times and slammed his fists into the bars, causing Italy to jump.
Italy stood there, looking nervously at his friend. "Are you alright, Captain?"
"My head hurts, but that's about all." Germany said sternly, once he'd calmed down. "You?"
"My head hurts too..." Italy replied softly.
"Alvight, i guess we'd better find away out of here. Start looking." Germany ordered.
Italy and Germany began walking around the cell, looking for a crack in the wall, a loose bar, maybe even a secret passage, but found none. As they were looking, Germany began to lecture Italy again for getting himself captured, falling for traps, and not fighting back.
"...it was obviously a trap..."
"...how on Earth could you be so stupid?"
"...And when they attacked you, you didn't fight back.."
Italy sighed and found himself again wishing that Germany was less strict. Why couldn't he understand? It wasn't his fault he'd gotten captured, all he wanted was some pasta...
"Vait. I zink I found something."
"Really?" Italy asked, glad that the lecture (for now) was over.
"Yeah, a crack in ze wall. It might take me a while to dig, though."
"Oh! Can I help, Captain?!"
"Nein. You've done enough 'helping' today. Go sit or something."
Italy, disappointed, walked over to the poor bed made of straw and ripped tissue. He was so tired...
And a poor bed was better than none at all....
"Ow, my head really hurts..."
"Maybe I can just sleep the pain away..."
~~~~ *Italy's Dream* ~~~~~
The world around him was, in a word, happy. There were brightly colored flowers everywhere, beautifully cared for fruit trees, and a shimmering lake.
Italy's dream world.
But something didn't feel right.
Italy immediately dismissed the thought when he heard his name being called.
"Italy...."
"Italia...."
"Yes?" He answered.
"Over here!"
He ran towards the sound, smiling as he recognized the voice. "Germany!" Italy exclaimed as he saw his friend.
"Hello Italy!" Germany said, smiling. "I was begging to worry you wouldn't come~!!"
"Nonsense, captain! I'll always come!" Italy exclaimed, smiling brightly.
"You know, you don't have to call me that here, you can just call me Germany..."
"Hehe- Whatever you say, Germany!"
"How are you?" Germany asked.
"Well, my head kind of hur-Oh!" He said, realizing he couldn't feel the pain in his head anymore. "Nevermind! What do you want to do?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Germany said, still smiling, "It depends on what YOU want to do... we could go swimming, or go out to eat, or talk about pasta, whatever you want to do!!"
"Swimming sounds good!"
"Okay!"
Ve...Germany's actually smiling for once!! Italy thought happily, It's been so long since I've seen him this happy...or happy at all...
Germany ran ahead, towards the shimmering water, and Italy followed.
I wish he was like this in real life....
"How's the water?" Italy asked.
Germany turned back to his friend. "Perfect! Come on!" He said, grabbing his friend's hand and jumping into the water.
~~~~
Freezing cold water poured over Italy's head, and he sat up, coughing and spluttering.
"It vas ze only way I could vake you up." Germany said, holding out his canteen, which was now empty. "Come on. Ze tunnel's finished. Let's go."
"Oh, I'm so so sorry, Captain! I-I was just so tired..."
"Shh. Come on, let's go."
"Y-yes sir."
Italy sighed and stood up, his head hurt again, and dream Germany was gone.
~~~~
Italy sighed and closed the door to his bedroom. Fortunately, Germany wasn't going to make him do any more training today. He was beyond tired, even though he'd gotten a bit of sleep in the cell.
As he was walking towards his bed he spotted himself in the mirror.
"Oh, I look nice, even if my clothes are a bit messed up-"
Suddenly, Italy gasped and backed away from the mirror. Something was coming from it.
A transparent figure, similar to the one in Italy's dream, was forming.
"G-Ger....many....?"
The Germany-like figure pointed to the bed.
"Oh, you want me to sleep?"
It nodded.
"Ve~ Okay!" Italy said as he skipped over to his bed.
In less than ten seconds he was out like a light.
~~~~~~
*Germany's dream*
"Ah- It's hard to breathe here..."
Germany was in a field surrounded by flowers, trees, and a lake, which was covered by a thick fog. Just barley, through the fog, he could make out the form of another person, standing with their back facing him.
"I-Italy?"
"...."
"What is it, Italy?"
"...."
"You.... You don't want me...." Italy said, and took off in the opposite direction.
"Hey! Italy! Get back here!" Germany shouted, chasing after his friend.
Italy had stopped in front of a tree.
"....Italy?"
"...."
"Italy?!" Germany asked, more urgently this time.
"...."
"Italy!!!" Germany almost shouted.
Italy turned around.
But this was not Italy.
Germany jumped in surprise and fear at the sight of the creature. The thing resembled Italy, with it's hair and clothes and half of his face. Half of him was Italy, the other half was not. Half of his face, his right arm, his left leg, his shoulder were black, horrible, terrifying parts that belonged to a monster.
The thing smiled and spoke in a voice that was very like and unlike Italy.
"sOMetHinG wROnG, CaPTaiN??"
~~~~
"WOARGH!!!" Germany screamed as he lept from his bed.
"......Ah...."
"......J-just a nightmare.....that was a bit odd..."
He knew it was just a nightmare, but he couldn't stop thinking of the thing's face. It had looked so much like Italy...
Maybe if he went and checked on Italy, he wouldn't be so paranoid.
So he walked out of his room and toward Italy's, knocked on the door, and when he got no answer, just went in anyway.
"Oh, he's asleep...." Germany said, walking over to the bed where Italy lay. "I'd best not disturb him, he's been through a lot today."
He started to walk out, but then walked back over to Italy, still sensing that something was not right.
"Hmmm...." Germany said, "His pulse is slow..."
"Almost like...."
"....!!!!"
His pulse had stopped.
"Italy!!"
"ITALY!!!"
Of course, Germany's first instinct was to slap him, knowing that would wake him up.
But it didn't.
"Italy! Wake up this instant!!" Germany yelled.
Still, Italy did not wake up.
"Ah! How could I be so stupid, to let him go to bed with a concussion!!!"
"What now??" He asked himself in confusion. "It's all America and England's fault!!!!"
"Ah.. England probably knows some healing spells, I'll make him fix it!
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I don't own Dreamtalia or Hetalia or any of the characters or any like that!!!
Dreamtalia belongs to Pianodream and Kyokoon... It's a Hetalia RPG and so far it's pretty interesting...
I simplay saw other people making Dreamtalia fics and fannart and wanted to write one too.
Anyways, this was fun, but I think Shadow Italy is even scarier than Steve and 2p! Italy combined...*Shudders*
Like I said, so far it's a pretty cool game. Anyone who hasn't seen it yet should watch it, blah, blah, blah.
Dreamtalia belongs to Pianodream and Kyokoon... It's a Hetalia RPG and so far it's pretty interesting...
I simplay saw other people making Dreamtalia fics and fannart and wanted to write one too.
Anyways, this was fun, but I think Shadow Italy is even scarier than Steve and 2p! Italy combined...*Shudders*
Like I said, so far it's a pretty cool game. Anyone who hasn't seen it yet should watch it, blah, blah, blah.
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