The next day, he was sitting at a meeting with all the countries. America, England and France were arguing as usual and Germany was getting irritated. Italy just stared at the table, not paying attention to anything. He felt a nudge on his side and he jumped. He turned to Japan, who was looking at him worriedly.
"Are you okay, Italy? You've been unusually quiet," Japan said. Italy faked a cheerful smile. He needed to keep better check of his feelings. It seemed everyone noticed he was going into a depression...
"Si, I'm fine. No need to worry about me!" Italy said cheerfully and Japan smiled at him.
The rest of the meeting progressed as usual. Germany got fed up and yelled at France, England and America and got the meeting in order. Finally, the meeting ended and now Italy and Germany were walking home.
"Ah... Italy why are you crying?" Germany asked. Italy looked at him in confusion and felt his cheeks. Sure enough, his cheeks were wet from tears.
"I... I don't know," he said honestly. Was it because of Holy Rome? Before he could rub his eyes, Germany put his hand on his cheeks and rubbed his tears away. Italy stared up at him, seeing Holy Rome's face. He gasped and jerked away.
"I'm f-fine... Really," Italy said as he rubbed his eyes. He never realized until now how much Germany looked like Holy Rome. But it was just a coincidence, right?
They continued their way home in silence.
That night, as they laid in bed together, Germany held Italy close to him. Italy was confused, but he cuddled close to Germany anyway. It felt familiar in a way. He was almost asleep when he felt Germany kiss his forehead. He blushed but kept his eyes closed.
When he opened them, he was surrounded by cold, barren walls. He knew instinctively this was a dream. He sat up and looked around the room. There wasn't much to it, except the chains on the wall. He heard Feliciano chuckle from behind him. He turned to face him.
"Are you just going to visit me every night?" Italy asked and Feliciano nodded. Italy sighed. He was a bit scared of Feliciano, to be honest. If he was his dark desires, that meant he could possibly be dangerous. Feliciano kneeled down in front of him. Italy saw anger in his eyes.
"Why are you letting him touch you? He has no right."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Italy asked.
"Germany. He kissed your forehead. Don't let him do that anymore. He isn't important. Only me and Holy Rome are important," Feliciano said, a lullaby of some sort. Italy felt like he was in a trance.
"Si... He isn't important..."
"Good," Feliciano grinned as he pulled Italy close to him. Italy laid his head on his shoulder and hugged him. Feliciano kissed his cheek.
"Remember... me and Holy Rome are the only ones who are important. Don't let Germany try to trick you. He isn't important."
The nights continued like that. Italy grew more and more distant from everyone. Germany was getting worried but Italy thought he was overreacting. He was fine, nothing was wrong with him. He got up and headed to the bedroom. He walked over to the mirror and stared at his reflection. His usually bright amber eyes were dull. He looked like a broken puppet, a forgotten trinket someone used to get amusement from.
His eye's flashed red and he saw Holy Rome's face in the mirror. His eyes widened and he screamed. He punched the mirror, shattering it. He fell to his knees and clutched his head, yet he didn't stop screaming.
"Italy!" Germany ran over to him. He saw blood all over Italy's hand. His eyes widened and he went to get the first aid kit. When he came back, he kneeled down in front of Italy and gently took his hand. Italy glared at him and pulled away.
"Don't touch him! You're don't deserve to touch Italy!"
"W-What? What are you talking about?" Germany asked, confused by Italy's sudden outburst.
"You don't deserve to touch him! Leave him alone!" Italy screamed at him. Germany once again reached out and grabbed Italy's hand. Italy's eyes widened as Germany bandaged his hand. His eyes turned back to their normal amber color. They both sat in silence as Germany continued to work on his hand.
"There. You probably shouldn't use it for a few days," Germany said. Italy just nodded.
"Are... Are you sure you're okay? I'm really worried Italy, you've been acting so strange."
"I'm fine. I'm tired, so I'm going to go to bed early."
Italy glared at him and Feliciano just smiled at him.
"You said you wouldn't take over unless I said it was okay!" Italy growled at him and Feliciano just shrugged.
"Sorry about that. I got a little jealous and upset when he touched you."
"Why did you get jealous?" Italy asked, staring at Feliciano in confusion. He didn't understand him half the time.
"Because I love you. I don't want him anywhere near you. You're the only one for me," Feliciano said, pulling Italy close and kissing him softly. Italy kissed back. He couldn't control his actions around Feliciano. It was as if his body reacted without consent, making him do things against his will.
He didn't know that was how Feliciano was gaining control over him, little by little.