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Taking Over Me Chapter 4

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A few months had passed. Italy was sitting on the porch, staring at nothing in particular. He was in a state of nothing, he barely responded to anything. Germany walked over to him and sat beside him. Italy looked at him with dull eyes.

"Italy... Please tell me what's wrong," Germany said but Italy just stared at him. Italy shook his head and got up.

"I'm going for a walk," Italy said, walking away. Germany sighed in frustration and got up. He went into the house and called Prussia.

"Hello, it's the awesome me!"

"Prussia, can you please come over? It's Italy. He's withdrawing himself, I think."

"Hang on. I'll be over in a moment."

---Two hours later---

Italy was walking home. He had so many thoughts on his mind. He closed his eyes, sighing softly. He was so close in just giving up. He was tired of everyone telling him the same thing over and over. How did they know that Holy Rome was gone?

When he walked in, he saw Prussia and Germany talking. They immediately stopped talking when they noticed him.

"Hallo Italy," Prussia said as he stood up. Italy didn't even acknowledge him. He went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. A few minutes later the front door opened and closed and Germany walked in to the bedroom.

"Italy? I'm really worried," he said, walking over to him. He kneeled down and put his hand over Italy's. Italy looked at him, but he didn't pull away.

"I... I called Prussia over here to talk about you. He said that you lost someone important to you. Is that why you're acting like this?" Germany asked and everything was silent for a moment. Then Italy let out a low growl.

"It's none of your business. I should kill him for telling you," Italy said angrily and Germany's eyes widened in surprise.

"W-What are you saying Italy?" Germany asked, cupping his cheek. Italy slapped his hand away and stood up. He backed away from him.

"Don't touch me!" he screamed. He ran out of the bedroom and left the house. He heard Germany following him, but he continued to run from him.

"Italy, stop!" Germany yelled, but Italy didn't listen. Suddenly, he got a sharp pain in his head. He fell to his knees and clutched his head.

"Ah..."

"Are you okay?" Germany asked as he kneeled down beside him.

Let me take over , he heard Feliciano's voice. He clutched his head harder, tears streaming down his face. Germany put his hand on Italy's shoulder, but he barely noticed it.

Let me have control, Italy. I will find him for you. I will find Holy Rome.

"Y-You promise?" Italy asked and Germany gave him a confused look.

Yes, I promise.

Italy screamed loudly, making Germany flinch. Italy leaned forward even more, his eyes turning red as he let Feliciano gain control. He soon stopped screaming and he began to breathe heavily. Germany noticed he calm down a bit.

"Italy?" he asked, and Italy glared at him. Except it wasn't Italy anymore. It was Feliciano.

"I want to punch you right now, but you're Italy's friend. I'm sure if I hit you, he'd be upset."

"What are you talking about?" Germany asked, narrowing his eyes. Feliciano shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Nothing," he said as he stood up. Germany got up as well. He was confused by Italy's sudden behavior change. What was going on? Feliciano huffed and began to walk home. Germany followed. He wasn't so sure this was Italy any more. He reached out and pulled him close in a hug. Feliciano yelped and struggled against. Germany turned him around and noticed the red eyes. He let go of him.

"You aren't Italy."

"Really? I guess you're not as dumb as I thought you were," Feliciano grinned and Germany glared at him. "Anyway you're half way correct. I'm actually Italy's dark desires. You may call me Feliciano."

"Don't give me that crap. Where's Italy?"

"Safe inside, somewhere. I haven't had time to figure out yet," Feliciano said.

"Give him back control. I'm sure he didn't give you permission."

"That's where you're wrong. He gave me permission, and now I have a mission to fulfill for him," Feliciano sighed. He walked into the house and Germany closed the door. He didn't really trust Feliciano in his house, but he didn't trust him alone with Italy's body either. He would have to find a way to get Italy to take back over.

---

Feliciano was searching for Italy in the dream realm. He had to be here somewhere. Finally he saw him, chained to a wall. He grinned and walked over. Italy looked at him, a bit terrified.

"W-Why am I chained here? I'm scared..." Italy said and Feliciano cupped his cheeks.

"Don't be scared, my dear. You have to be chained so I can keep control, since I'm only a subconscious," he said, trying to soothe him. "It's only for a little while."

"O-Okay," Italy said, calming down a bit. Feliciano smiled and kissed him.

"Ti amo."
:iconmingtrollplz: Feliciano has control now!

Germany, Italy, & Prussia belong to Hidekazu Himaruya
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This is beyond awesome, good work! Clap