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WARNING: CREEPY 2P ITALY AND MILD VIOLENCE


Italy.

That was the name he went by. No one knew his real name, save a few who could no longer speak, or breath for that matter. Under that name, he and his companions had terrorized the people of your small country for months, years even. You could no longer remember the first time he made himself known in your country. Ever since then, he had forbade anyone from entering or exiting the country. At first, a few tried to defy him. They were never seen, or heard from again.

You were a mere child when he first invaded your peaceful country, unable to understand the true implications of what happened. But as the years passed and you grew, you began to understand that life had not always been this way, with people scrounging for food and getting into deadly fights over a day's worth of rations.

Your mother and Father had died several years ago, after a particularly nasty incident when 'Italy' became enraged over a small rebellion in one of the cities, and as a result, sent his men tearing through towns, killing person after person. Only after a week, when the violence subsided, did Italy calm and cheerfully warn the survivors that this was merely a 'warning'.

So for several years, you had been alone, trying to survive as food and clean water began to run scarce. Even as you survived, however, with each passing year you had grown into a beautiful woman. It was for that reason that you had managed to stay alive this long. Most of your pursuers would hesitate, giving you the chance to scramble over a wall, vanish into the shadows, or run off into the night.

It was a harsh lifestyle, but it wasn't as if you had much choice in the matter. 

The only thing that gave you hope, that you managed to keep living for, was singing. Every day, somehow, you managed to let your voice ring through your small town. Whether sitting on top of the church, a building, or somewhere obscure, you would sing to your heart's content. You no longer remembered the words to any of the songs, just the tunes. That was all you needed. You didn't care if anyone heard you, or disliked you for that matter. All you cared about was the notes that would float over the treetops and buildings.

You weren't sure when it happened, but sometime along the way, 'Italy' learned about the mysterious voice in this town. About a week later, you began to overhear rumors that he himself was coming to the town. You were scared, but not scared enough to stop singing.

You had just fallen asleep one night in your meager room, tucked under a mess of blankets and clothes, anything to keep warm  from the biting cold outside. Outside, a soft layer of snow had fallen over the town. You were on the verge of sleep when a loud pounding woke you. 

"Wake up!" A voice yelled outside your door. "Get up and get dressed! There will be a mandatory meeting in the town hall in ten minutes. Anyone found outside after that shall be shot."

A burst of adrenaline shot through your system. You tumbled from bed and rushed in a mad frenzy to gather your clothes. if you hurried, you could be at town hall in five minutes. 

On the street, people yelled and shouted, shoving and pushing to be the first to get close to the town hall. You were helplessly swept along by the crowd.

Up ahead, town hall stood as a broken symbol of democracy. It's wall were long since crumbled, ivy had crept into the crevices and spread along the pillars. In between those pillars stood a figure, a figure that sent your blood running ice cold.

Italy.

He stood with his hands placed casually behind his back, weight placed evenly on spread feet. His violet eyes gleamed dangerously, and a triumphant smirk had crawled across his lips.

You couldn't help but stare. Here stood the man who had killed your parents, amoung hundreds of others, had terrorized your country with an iron fist, and killed without mercy.

Your thoughts were shattered as someone nearby shot a bullet into the air. People screamed and ducked. You covered your head with your hands and shut your eyes tight, expecting a bullet to pierce your shoulder or side at any second.

"Now-a that I have your attention-" Italy began, a cheerful smile on his face. "-You may as well know for-a what reason I have taken you from your beds at this-a hour."

Someone behind you shouted a string of explicitives at the Italian. Instantly his face changed from a sadistic smile to an expression of pure hatred. From behind his back he took out a knife. You watched with horror and fascination as it flew from his hand and met its target with a dull 'thump'. 

A dead silence fell over the crowd. No one dared even move as Italy took out a second knife and began to run it through his gloved hands. "Now then." he murmured. "I am merely looking for a person. You may of heard of them, or heard them at least. I have been told they have a wonderful voice. They can often be heard singing at dusk or dawn."

Whispering worked its way through the crowd. You fought back a silent scream. You. He was looking for you. A series of shivers trilled up your spine. No one knew who you were, thankfully. Yet you couldn't help but have a sense of paranoia. Surely someone must have seen you? You lowered you face so your hood covered it.

"No one?" Italy asked curiously. "Surely someone would step forward and take credit for this voice?" he strode down the steps of the building. With every step he took, you could feel your heart beat faster and faster. 

He stood directly in front of the crowd now, pacing up and down in front of them. Suddenly he stopped in his steps and looked down at something. For a brief moment a look of curiosity crossed his face, to be replaced by that coy smile.

He motioned to one of his men nearby, an Asian man with soul-less red eyes and a katana strapped to his side. The man stepped forward and yanked someone to their feet. Someone screamed. A little girl with a tattered ribbon in her hair shook as a gleaming sword was held against her neck. Another man, with slicked back blonde hair, held a boy about your age who thrashed wildly and yelled profanities at Italy.

Italy bent down in front of the girl, who let out a muffled scream as his eyes met hers. "Could it be you, bella?" you heard him murmur. "Let's hear your voice." He held up a knife to her cheek and pressed until a thin line of red ran down her face.

You watched with horror as the girl let out a wail of pain. Her brother screamed in pure rage and fought to free himself of the blonde man's grip. "This is my fault"  you thought to yourself. "People are getting hurt because of me." Before you realized what you were doing, you had bolted to your feet. "Stop!!" You yelled. People around you gasped. Several of those around you tried desperately to get you to sit back down.

Italy smiled brightly and stood, motioning his friends to let go of the siblings. The little girl fell into her brothers arms and shook with sobs. The brother was pushed to the ground and given a sharp knock to his head. He went limp, and you prayed he wasn't dead.

You felt people begin to shift around you. You looked up and barely had time to process two shapes on either side before you felt your arms seized as you were wrestled to the front of the crowd and pushed down onto your knees in front of the madman himself.

"Ve~ Bella, do you have something you want to say?" he asked with interest.

You were frozen in fear. You felt your shoulders shake under the hands of the men behind you. Dozens of thoughts ran through your head as you looked down at the ground.

Italy waited impatiently for you to speak, his boot thumping against the ground. After a few more moments of silence, you felt your hood jerked back, revealing your face.

A gloved hand seized your chin and tilted it upwards. You stared into a pair of violet eyes that were so intense you struggled to look away, but couldn't because of his grip on your face.

His eyes widened as your hood fell back. That familiar hesitation you saw in so many people's eyes became evident in his for less than a split second.

He mumbled something in Italian before tightening his grip. "Well, what do we have here?" he asked curiously. "Are you the songbird I am looking for?"

You bit your lip, trying to summon the courage to speak. ".....I am." You murmured at last.

Italy's eyes widened a fraction. "Oh? How do I know you are telling the truth?"

A ball of ice seemed to form in your stomach. You bit back a small whimper of fear.

You were yanked to your feet and turned to the crowd. You looked out upon dozens of fearful faces. He wanted you to prove yourself. You were terrified. If he didn't believe you, you would surely be killed. At the same time, if you didn't sing, these people would get hurt.

You mumbled the beginning notes of a song that came to your thoughts, looking down at the ground. 

"Louder, Bella."

You swallowed and let out a shaky breath. The words to a long forgotten song began to appear in your mind.

From my mind, deep inside the dark
Are my creations, born from a single spark
they come and fly on wings of glass, 
laying glowing trails as they pass.

Your voice floated out over the crowd. The silence of early morning seemed to surround you as each note echoed through the town.

Through poetry, songs, and stories not yet told
Their destiny was never one for me to hold
But when you dream as I do
They will pass from me onto you.

So I will follow them, waiting as days go by
until I find the one, my precious butterfly.

You shook as you finished. Faces of the crowd has turned from fearful to hopeful. There was complete silence for several moments.

Then someone began to clap.

You flinched. That sound echoed with finality through the square  The look of hope that had come across several person's faces vanished.

Italy's footsteps echoed behind you. He stepped up behind you, close enough that you could feel his breath of the nape of your neck. You shivered, but the Italian's hands firmly grasped your arms at your sides, forcing you still.

"So you are the songbird I heard that day..." he murmured in the shell of your ear. You bit your lip to keep back a whimper of fear.

You looked out over the crowd. Various expressions of sympathy and anxiety looked back at you.

A gloved thumb stroked down your bare arm. "How would you like to sing only for me, ve?"

An intense shiver ran up your spine. You looked down at the ground. A mumble escaped your mouth.

"Hmm? What's that?"

Your fists clenched. "Let go of me!" You yelled, twisting away from his grip.

The force of your thrashing caused Italy to take a small step backwards. For a moment, a furious expression crossed his face. You couldn't help but let out a tiny squeak of fear. However, he soon composed himself and gave you a cheerful smile.

"Bella, that wasn't very nice." he chided. "You should give more respect to your superior."

You glanced quickly to your left. Only two soldiers stood in your way. If you darted for it, perhaps you could escape. It was still nighttime, so you'd be able to blend in with the shadows if you tried. 

So concentrated on your escape did you not notice the Italian make a small gesture with his hands.

As you sprang towards your escape, a pair of thick arms fell around you. You barely had time to scream before your voice was muffled by a foul smelling cloth.

You thrashed wildly as you held your breath, trying to get away.

There was a small, sharp pain in your side that made you gasp. The smell invaded your nostrils and you felt a sort of fog fall over your mind.

The last thing you saw before you passed out was a pair of piercing violet eyes.






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never do I cease to surprise myself about how easily I can write creepy, twisted villians. This one just so happened to be 2P Italy.

Maybe I'll continue this, I wrote this today because i was bored and sick.

You belong to :icon2pitalyplz:
Hetalia belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:

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saydiee100 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Does anyone have a link for this song because I can't find it....
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FRANCEISWONDERFUL2 Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2015
Siren song- Yuki Kajiura

You probably can't find it because the words are not in English. ))
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saydiee100 Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
That would explain it but I've found it now so thank you!
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FRANCEISWONDERFUL2 Featured By Owner 19 hours ago
xD you're welcome ))
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Superdaughter2 Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2014
👍❤ your stories!! Keep it up!!!! 🐯😄
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2pJapan-BlackMails Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014
Confused Kirito (Speechless) [V1]  What just happened?
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unitato4321 Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:uhh: Eh.. whut did j00 sai? :uh: 
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emmalynncat Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Small country...?
I live in the largest country, after Russia.
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FluffLover69 Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014
I don't know what to say about this. This was so beautiful yet so terrifying. XD
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WayOfTheNinjaFTW Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
.... OMG..... ;v; that was just... amazing! *claps* XD
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warriorcatslover29 Featured By Owner May 15, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
He just gassed me! >/\< With a cloth!
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AnaisseSteighart Featured By Owner May 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
So effing awesome 
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RainbowSqueals Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Were those lyrics to a real song? If so, may I ask what the name of it is?
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Zephyros22 Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2014  Student Writer
Those were lyrics created by a user on youtube to this Yuki Kajiura's "Siren Song" I wish I could tell you which user, but I did not take note of it at the time. 
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jc24scuba Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2014   Artist
Bitch please, I'm a free songbird!!!!!!!!
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LunaAngel-Eclipse Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Well that was kind of rude, Luci.
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DigiOtaku123 Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
THIS STORY IS JUST SO OHMYGOAIWANTMOARNO- *shot*
I think I found my next fanfiction to obsess over.
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Kityluv Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
...ermagherd AWESOME!! :O
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RishiAmador Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
..... that..... was awesome o_o
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koyfish13 Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2013  Student General Artist
Shit sunnnnnnn this is magnificent
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Xyla-tomatoes-14 Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE

 

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1Julivia Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2013  Student General Artist
The fact that i myself love to sking makes this vey real to me. Beautiful prose, I love this!
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NadjaGreen Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Very original for a fanfiction :D well done!
The setting kinda reminds me of District 12...
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Zephyros22 Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you~!
and yes, that's what it is loosely based off of. :3
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NadjaGreen Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh cool :3
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Flying-Dutchmann Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
is there a sequel? :)
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Zephyros22 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013  Student Writer
There are more chapters, but there is not a sequel to the series.
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Flying-Dutchmann Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
oh, ok :)
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Artistgrl12 Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2013  Student Artist
One word, "Creepypasta". We need more stories on it! *throws pillow at you*
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goddessofadventure Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2013  Student General Artist
the strange thing is this would happen to me. and i mean like word for word acuracy...
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Zephyros22 Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2013  Student Writer
Hehe, really? :D
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goddessofadventure Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2013  Student General Artist
Yes.
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neigma Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2013  Student General Artist
I like singin, but... i can't do it alone... i need to be in a choir... the last two times i sang alone on stage, i shook like the baltics around russia!
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AmazingEmily9999 Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2013
Uhh, Italy? I can sing, just not in front of people. I probably would have passed out from stage fright.
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musicalraz Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
i do love to sing but that. was. TERRIFYING!
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Zephyros22 Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2013  Student Writer
Ehehehehe, perfect.
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musicalraz Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
lol
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Lady-Phantasy Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2013
This story is so worthy!
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TMNTMoonkitty Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2013
:iconscaredplz: Sweet pasta ITALY DONT! 
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IcyMassacre Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013  Student Writer
I LOVE THIS.
Jesus Italy, stop being so dang hawt. D: Love the creepy writing.
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Zephyros22 Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013  Student Writer
Daww, thank you for all your wonderful comments. :3
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IcyMassacre Featured By Owner Jul 7, 2013  Student Writer
You're so very welcome~!!
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Floradeluna Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2013
This is kind of odd to me... The song in this story is something I sang when I was little.

But anywho. The character you make the reader be is FINALLY what I would describe myself! Not beautiful though... I'm normal looking.... But I love love love to sing! Thankie for makeover this!!
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Zephyros22 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013  Student Writer
Thank YOU for all your wonderful compliments my dear! It encourages me to continue!
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Floradeluna Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2013
Makeing* damn iPad -_-
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XioItalyPruX3 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
TERRIFIED
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Zephyros22 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2013  Student Writer
:icontherethereplz:
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XioItalyPruX3 Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
 Thanks.
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Kolinopolis13 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
A little off topic, but I found this: "terrorized the people of your small country" slightly funny.. since I live in America. And America's not small.

Okay enough of me pointing out obvious stupid things that happen to spew from my brain.
This is awesome. 'Nuff said :iconsoulsmirkplz:
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guardianarchangel Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
thIS IS AMAZING
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