A few months had passed since Feliciano moved in with Romano, and he made it clear that he didn't like him. It didn't matter, Romano didn't like him all that much either. He had smacked him and demanded that Feliciano give control back to Italy, but Feliciano punched him and told him Italy didn't want contol. But for the past few days, that statement seemed to become false.
Feliciano was walking toward Italy in the dream realm, noticing he still had the same dull eyes. Felciano always found him like this, no glimmer of life or hope. So why was his control on Italy's body decreasing? He just didn't understand.
He kneeled down in front of Italy and tilted his chin up. Italy shifted his eyes so he was looking at Feliciano. He just smiled and gave him a soft kiss.
"Hello my dear Italy. You seem just as lively as ever," Feliciano chuckled as he pulled him in his lap. Italy laid his head on Feliciano's shoulder and sighed. He mumbled something but Feliciano couldn't hear him.
"Come again? You need to speak up."
"Have you killed him yet? Have you killed Germany?" Italy asked, a little louder this time.
"Not yet. I will soon though."
Feliciano froze. Did he hear that right?
"Could you repeat that? I don't think I heard you right."
"I said, please don't. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and it's not Germany's fault. If it was war, then he did it to protect himself. He had too..." Italy trailed off when he noticed the angry look in Feliciano's eyes. Feliciano growled and pushed him down, making Italy squeak. He pinned his wrist down and hovered over him, Italy looking up at him with scared eyes.
"So, you're taking Germany's side instead of your lost loved one? That's betrayal!" Feliciano growled. Italy squirmed beneath him, a few tears leaking out from his eyes.
"I-I know it is... But I don't want Germany to get hurt, he's still my-"
"Don't you dare say it! He isn't important, remember!" Feliciano stood up and jerked Italy up before pushing him against the wall and grabbing his throat. Italy began to cry and he grabbed Feliciano's hand, trying to pry it off his throat.
"Please stop..." Italy said, making Feliciano snap out of his angered state. He sighed and let go of Italy's throat. He pulled him close and kissed his forehead.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so angry."
"It's fine... I forgive you," Italy said. Feliciano let him go and ruffled his hair before walking away. He didn't notice that some of the life had returned to Italy's eyes.
The next morning, Feliciano was walking to Germany's house, a pistol in his pocket. He had to get rid of Germany quickly, otherwise Italy would demand control back. He couldn't let that happen, he wanted Italy all to himself, no one else could have him.
He walked into the house and closed the door quietly. It was still pretty early in the morning, so nobody was up. He walked up the stairs and went to Germany's room, pulling out the pistol and clicking the safety off. He walked in and over to the bed, pointing the gun at Germany. He breathed out slowly.
"Have fun in hell," he said, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, a sharp pain filled his head. He closed his eyes and held his head.
Don't do it! I don't want you to kill him!
"I-Italy stop!" he said loudly. Too loudly in fact, because he woke Germany up. Germany sat up quickly.
"Italy? Or Feliciano?" he asked as he watched him struggle with Italy. Feliciano shook his head and pointed the gun at Germany again.
NO! Feliciano, leave him alone! Leave him alone! Feliciano growled as he clutched the gun.
"Italy shut up, this would be so much easier without him!" he said.
Germany, run! Run, please!
"He can't hear you idiot."
"Feliciano, give him back control! You don't need to shoot me!"
"Yes, I do," he said, steadying the gun once again.
NO! DON'T DO IT!
But Italy's cries were barely heard over the shot of a gun.