Taking Over Me Chapter 13

Italy and Feliciano were walking to Germany's house. Italy was staring at the ground, the gun clenched in his hands. The house soon came into view, looming over the two. This was the time to leave emotions and regret nothing.

They soon were in, after Feliciano picked the lock. What they weren't expecting was for Germany to be standing there, staring at them. He glared at Feliciano.

"Why the hell are you here? You already took Italy from me, haven't you done enough damage?"

"Oh no. Truth is, it's going to end here. Right Italy?" Feliciano asked as he turned to Italy. Italy nodded and raised the gun up, pointing it straight at Germany. Germany's eyes widened.

"Italy, why are you pointing that gun at me? I'm not the enemy here!"

"Yes you are. You forgot about me! How could you do that!" Italy screamed, tightening his grip on the gun. Germany sighed and looked away.

"I didn't chose to forget you Italy. Hell, I even wish I could remembered what happen. I would like to know what my childhood was like and everything. But that isn't possible..."

"Don't listen to him Italy. He's trying to trick you," Feliciano said and Germany sent another glare at him.

"Shut up! What the hell do you know!"

"Shut up, both of you!" Italy snapped, earning shocked glances from both Feliciano and Germany. "I'm the one with the gun, so I'm calling the shots. And you want to know something?"

"What?" Germany asked softly, taking a step forward. Italy smiled sadly and looked down.

"Ti amo... Germany..." Italy said, before turning the gun on Feliciano. Before he had time to react, Feliciano had a bullet shot through his heart. He fell to the ground and looked at Italy.

"You... idiot..." he breathed out, his breaths coming in short and shallow. It took a few minutes before his breathing stopped all together. Germany walked over.

"Italy.... You-" he stopped short when Italy fell to the floor, unconscious. He could see his breathing was low, which meant he had to act quick. He picked him up and ran out to his car.

"Italy, please don't die on me! I can't lose you!" Germany said as he put Italy in the car and drove to the hospital. He wasn't going to lose him, no matter what.