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2p! Italy One-Shot

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"Insanity's not so bad once you think about it," spoke the nation, pacing across the room. He started to smile happily. His magenta eyes glistening in glee due to his new revelation. Turning on his heel he walked over to the window and just stood there, staring at the sky outside.
"Hm~ Why did I not do this sooner?' Italy thought to himself, "I feel more confidant, stronger, much better than my pathetic older self...I can't believe how weak I was.' His smile faded a bit and his eyes became sad. With a small chuckle he walked over to the desk in his office and slumped into his chair. 'I have to admit though...I'll miss the innocence. Ignorance is bliss as they always said...' He began to toy with the knife on his desk. Spinning it around, it glared occasionally from the light that flooded in through the window. After staring at the knife, he recalled the first day his new self had greeted him.
It was warm that day, he remembered, much different than it is now. He was out with Germany, Japan and...someone else...Romano, maybe? Yes! It was Romano. Although he acted very out of character that day. The Lovino he knew and loved was nonexistant. This new Lovino was very flamboyant, very flashy. He had some designer suit paired with a scarf and some sunglasses. His brother wouldn't want to be //seen// in that clothing, in a good mood as well. He was sweet to Germany, like a little brother in a sense. Romano was very chatty and upbeat, almost exactly like Feliciano, but he had something...off about him. Something he couldn't put his finger on, but he now knows what it was now. Evil. Pure evil. It eminated off of him like light from a lamp. It honestly scared Feliciano, but there was some form of comfort from it. Like the evil was a caretaker in a sense.
Italy's reminiscing was interrupted by his former ally entering the room. The burly German was now more like a servant to him now, after being given a scar by the axis' new leader, awaiting for every order and always standing at the ready. "Didn't I tell you to knock before entering my office, Beilschmidt?" He growled. The other man stood tall before speaking

'There has been an...issue," he said, mumbling the last word. The uneasiness was obvious in his voice, making Italy tense. If Germany was showing any nervousness, it usually meant that it was something big.

"What kind of issue?" He questioned, eyes narrowing. Germany only backed away from the door, leaving enough room for Japan to walk in, also transformed. His red eyes stayed on the floor as he handed his leader a note. Feliciano's hand gripped the letter tightly as he scanned it. The farther he got into the note, the lower his stomach dropped. He sent the two other men away, wanting to be left alone. This letter was re-read several times over. Italy's eyes widened and began to well up.

"No...No, no, no!" He grabbed his knife and drove it deep into the desk, his grief began to give way to rage, "Lovino...You can't be dead...you're still part of this country..." His mouth curling into a deep snarl. As tears fell from his eyes he started to utter incoherent words in his native tongue. With tears pouring from his eyes, he gripped the knife and yanked it out of the desk...and began to spin it in his fingers. His breathing slowed and he just stared at the knife. Two bright eyes glared back at him, glazed in fury. He just glared straight back at them, scowling at the sight, disgusted with himself.

He stared at his reflection for what seemed like hours before tightly gripping the weapon. He began to smile. Not the same happy smile from earlier, but one of madness. His eyes seemed to be filled with a mixture of bloodlust, anger, and a tinge of sadness. He dropped the knife to his side before wiping his eyes, still smiling, he began to chuckle. "Oh mio fratello...I'll avenge you...I'll even make it the most painful death as possible." He vowed to himself before walking out of the walking out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "This. Means. War."
My first attempt at writing and the first thing I'm sending on DA for literature :3 Please tell me if you like it, I'm an amateur writer so please don't be cruel. >.>; I need a title. Can you help me out here?
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