What's the difference between a Dark!Country and a Yandere!Country other than the spelling? Also, I'll be using a tiny bit of the plot from the story I was writing for my sister. She likes angst and gore. BUT I PROMISE YOU A HAPPY ENDING HERE!
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~•~Flashback Dream~•~

Stab. Cut. Slice.

"AAAAAaaaaaaaGgggggGGhhH!" The young (H/C) haired girl screamed, as the bloody scalpel was pulled out of her chest and placed near a large saw that was used earlier. Of course, the wound sealed right back up.

"The subject doesn't seem to be getting use to the pain, sir."
"It will eventually. It is made to replace soldiers, after all."
"But sir, she's only a little gi-"
"It is a weapon. And nothing more."

The little girl had tears streaming down her face. Her own blood was spilled on the floor, making puddles, but she was uncut. Her body was trembling. It was a miracle that she hasn't lost her mind yet. A man was unshackling her from the metal table.

"Get up." The voice of the man who watched the whole ordeal from afar commanded. She couldn't. Her legs were legs were still regenerating, and the muscle hasn't been developed yet.

"GET UP." He said, his tone rising. Suddenly, she was thrown across the room with tremendous force. Shakily, she got up, and was lead to the feild.

The walls surrounding her were stained red. They loomed over her, reminding her of every other memory she had in this hell she calls her 'home'. Others like herself waited at the start of a long track. She was positioned at the front.

The whistle blew, and they all took off. She was in the lead, her legs swinging at a rapid pace, her arms pumping at her side. Then, she tripped over something.

It was her arm. The other children ran over her fallen body, not caring. She cried in pain. She tried to pick it up with her other hand, but then, her hand fell off. It happened often when her limbs wouldn't regenerate fast enough after her 'sessions'. Not wanting to endure more torture, she got up and kept running. She ran, and ran, she was in front again. Just when she was about to make her fifteenth lap, her leg twisted. The flesh was torn from it, and the bone was visible.

She crawled. The harsh words of the others reached her ears.
"What a retard."
"She wasn't even processed right."
"She's better off dead."
"Why is she still here?"
"What garbage."

She cried. The man who threw her walked up to her.
"It seems that she needs to be put back in the tank. Better do it now." He smiled a sadistic grin.

She pleaded for mercy, but she was dragged to the laboratory once again.

That's when (Y/N) woke up.

•~•(Y/N)'s P.O.V.•~•

I woke up in cold sweat. Panting, I got sat up. It was only a dream. I think to myself.

I look over to the clock on the wall. It was still 3:56. Oh, well. Might as well prepare before Mr. Japan wakes up. I put on my uniform (Imagine Atsushi Nakajima's clothes) and comb my hair down.

You see, I'm Mr. Japan's bodyguard and servant. I owe him from picking me up from the streets and taking me in when I was left to rot by my creators after being deemed a 'useless piece of garbage and a waste of time'. I couldn't cook that well, nor was I good in cleaning, but my lifespan was expanded by another seven hundred years in the lab. I always kept my eyes closed around him and other people of course. I wouldn't want to disgust them with my hideous orbs. So I basically had Italy-eyes. Thanks to the sixth sense that I got from when I was made, I can see without opening my eyes.

I walk out my room to prepare Japan's breakfast. Today, he was going to another, probably pointless, world meeting. It was going to be in Italy, one of Japan's allies.

•~•The Time Skip of Gilbird•~•
~•~In ITALY~•~

Usually, during the world meetings, there would be no need for me to be there, so I waited at the enterance. I felt someone staring at me, but there were too many people to find who was.

~•~After the meeting due to the young universe's sin of sloth~•~

The feeling of being watched was unbearable. It's been going on for three hours already. Even now, when I was in Mr. Japan's hotel room.

I was allowed an hour to tour around by. As I walked around the city, I still felt like I was being watched. I'm not a damn goldfish in a tank, please just go away.

I wasn't watching where I was going, so of course I ran into somebody.
"Watch where you're going, stupido ragazza!" I recognized that voice.
"Mr. Romano?"

I met the fowl-mouthed, hot tempered nation a few meetings ago. We don't really talk to each other that much, but we talk. He usually complains that I remind him of Italy.

"(Y/N)? Of-a course it was you, stupid ragazza!" He said. He turned his head.

~•~Romano's P.O.V.~•~

I'm so glad that she couldn't see me blush. Today will be the day I will claim her as mine. But first, I want to see her eyes. I would wonder what color they were under her long lashes and eyelids. She always had her eyes closed. I had come to assume that she liked my idiot fratello.

But that's okay. I killed him just a while ago. Along with Kiku.

"(Y/N), why-a do you-a close your eyes all the time?" I asked without thinking. She froze. I froze. I messed up, didn't I?

She turned and ran.
"(Y/N)! Wait!" I ran afyer her. I managed to find her in an alley, a phone at hand. Her back was facing me.

"Honda-san, juwaki wa tore..." I sneak up behind her and grab her phone, wrapping one arm around her slim waist. I placed my chin on her head.

•~•(Y/N)'s P.O.V.•~•

"What the hell, Mr. Romano?!" He dropped my phone to cover my mouth.
"Ssshhhh... Call me Lovino." "U-um, Lovino...can you please let go of me?" His embrace only tightened.
"No. (Y/N), can't you see... ti amo."

My eyes nearly widened at the confession.
"Now, ragazza, can you please show me your eyes?"
Not wanting to lose his admiration, I refused. All the words of ridicule I've received just because of my eyes flashed through my head. I don't want to scare him away with my unsightly eyes.
"No."
"What?"
"No!" I pull out of his grip.
"I don't want to open them."

Unexpectedly, he made me turn to face him, and forced his lips onto mine. In suprise, I opened my eyes. Crap

He looked at me straight in the eyes. He was quite handsome, honestly. Realizing my mistake, I shut them again.

•~•Romano's P.O.V.•~•

(Y/N)'s eyes opened, revealing beautiful (F/C) (other than black for the edgy people) eyes. She had no pupil or white in them. It was all (F/C). It was enticing. She shut them after a few seconds.

She was crying into my chest.
"That was a lovely sight, (Y/N). Why did you have to close them, stupid bella?" She looked up at me. "A lovely sight?" "Yes. It just-a proves that you-a are perfect." I kissed her again. The moment was perfect.

Just wait until she finds out I killed every boy she was close to.

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YAY! You're still alive! But Kiku and Feli were killed here... I did say it was a happy ending, but I didn't mean for Japan and Italy.
But beware, I will kill you a whole damn lot.
Love you~