Taking Over Me Chapter 12

I sit in my room for hours on end, listening to the endless ticking of the clock.

Feliciano walked into Italy's bedroom. He had the curtains drawn and the lights were off. He was laying on his bed, his back to Feliciano. It had been like this for a few days now and Feliciano was getting worried. He walked over to the bed and sat down.

"Italy? Are you okay?" he asked, not receiving a response from him. He sighed and pulled the covers off of him.

"Italy! Come on, say something!" Feliciano growled, but Italy was still silent.

I've lost everything that even matter. My childhood friend, my playmate, my love. It's all gone.

Finally, Feliciano got up and pulled Italy up by his arms. Italy let out a small whine, but Feliciano ignored it as he pushed Italy against the wall. He glared at Italy as he slapped him. Italy didn't even react.

"What the fuck is the matter with you! There's no damn reason to act like this, and you know it! Stop being a baby and do something about it!"

Italy just stared at him with confusion. "Do something? Like what?"

"Revenge."

I know I shouldn't listen to him, but he's all I've got left. He knows what is right for me.

"Revenge...?"

"Si, that's what you want right?" Feliciano asked, in that sweet manipulative tone he had. Italy nodded, staring past him.

"Si... Revenge... That's what I want... What should I do?" he asked and Feliciano put a gun in his hand and let go of him. Italy stared at the gun for a long time, coming up with an answer on his own. He laughed, an evil laugh instead of a carefree one. He had an intent, a purpose and he planned to fulfill it. He was going to kill him.

You should have thought carefully about your actions. You're going to regret everything you've done to me. You're the reason I've become this way.