Taking Over Me Chapter 9

Bruised body, bloody scratches, screams so loud yet no one hears them...

Italy was sitting on the ground, crying. His hands were covered in bruises and blood. Feliciano just stood above him, smiling like a madman. He kneeled down and tilted Italy's chin up.

"You got to try harder. I'm not going to break your chain for you."

"I can't do it Feliciano! I'm not strong like you," Italy sobbed. They had been trying for weeks to break the chains. Feliciano just recently succeeded in breaking his, but he refused to help Italy break his. He didn't know what would happen if Italy actually broke his.

A slap, a strangled cry, these things never end...

"I can't stand being here with you... Don't you realize how miserable y-your making me?" Italy asked, not looking at Feliciano. Feliciano just stared at him with wide eyes, but he didn't say anything.

"I don't care if you help me or not! I'm breaking this chain! I know I can do it," Italy said as he stood up with new determination. He grabbed his chain and began to pull once more. He pulled as hard as he could.

All I want is a way out, to get away from you...

Suddenly, the chain broke, making Italy fall back. A strong wind flew by them, making both of them cringe. They looked at each other with wide eyes.

"W-What's h-happening!?" Italy screamed as the wind got stronger.

"I don't know!"

Suddenly, darkness crept out of the shadows. Feliciano stepped back and pulled Italy up. They both ran, trying to escape the cloud that loomed over them, but it was no use. It would catch them soon enough.

Will I finally be free from this hell you've put me through?

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Germany was burning up as he walked to the hospital. It was a ridiculously hot day as the sun bore down on him mercilessly. This had become a routine for him.

Has it really been a year since he went into a comatose state? Germany thought as he stopped and looked across the street. When Prussia shot Italy, Germany had rushed him to the hospital. They were able to remove the bullet and save him, but they were unable to wake him up. He has been sleeping ever since and Germany visited everyday, hoping he would wake up.

"Is today going to be the same, or is Italy finally going to wake up," Germany wondered as he began to walk again.

When he made it to the hospital, he went to check in with the nurse. She looked at him in confusion.

"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Vargas checked out earlier today. Didn't you recieve a call?"

He checked out?

"I didn't. What time did he check out?"

"About 8 this morning. He left with his brother. Somebody should have called you."

"I see. Thank you," he said as he walked out. He pulled out his cellphone and called Romano. It rang 3 times before the Italian picked up.

"What the fuck do you want, potato-eater?" Romano practically screamed. Germany sighed.

"Why didn't you call me and told me you checked Italy out of the hospital?" Germany asked. It was silent on the other end, so silent Germany had thought Romano had hung up on it. Then he heard him sigh.

"What are you talking about? I haven't went to the hospital yet. Don't fucking joke about something like that," Romano said before hanging up. Germany lowered the phone and stared at it in confusion.

"If Romano didn't check him out... Then who did?" he wondered. He suddenly got a very bad feeling as he began to run to Italy's house.