1666 words.
I am fucking Hetalia trash. Germany X Italy is OTP. Here you go.
Contains
-Me being a asshole
-depressing stuff

I don't own Hetalia
Birdie= Canada
Pt. 1

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Feli/N. Italy POV

I stare at the dirty ceiling of my captures basement. Or so I believe. I've lost the will to live. I hope they'll end me soon, no one would care. I feel warm salty tears roll down my paler then normal face. I feel sick while I stare at my tight restraints that cause my pain to intensify in every move I make. I deserve all the pain. After all the stupid shit I do. I look down at my skinner then usual appearance. I'm glad no one will see me like this. My scars showing through my ripped sleeves. I hear the steps creak with the foot steps of my capture. I feel all the blood run out of my face. I stare at his sickening smile. As he reaches the bottom of the steps, he walks over to the table filled with various torture tools. My horrible anxiety mixed with depression filling up a worrying gap in my mind. I haven't had my medicine in what seems like forever. My demons voices along the cruel captures yelling, not helping me at all. "Hello Italia" the large male says to me whilst holding up a knife. I don't respond knowing better then to do that. The country-napper looks at me holding his knife, his magenta eyes flickering with delight. The magenta eyed creep grabs my arm, pushing up my almost non-existing sleeves to look at the scars some put there by myself. Some put there by others. My eyes water as the cold blade hits my skin. He pushes the knife in deeper. My eyes widen in shock as the blade digs its self deeper into my flesh. Tears roll down my face due to the amount of pain I've taken. Death is certain by this point. Blood gushes out of the cut, it rolling down my arm and falling onto the floor, causing a  large red puddle to form within a minute. Why won't they just kill me? Instead they love my suffering. How rude. The male pulls the knife out of my arm, causing me to cry out in agony. The male smirks, enjoying the cries from me. He crouches down and looks me in the eyes. I close my eyes not wanting to look at the person in front of me. The next thing I knew is that he cut open my stomach. I'm dying... But slowly and painfully. And there is a high chance of me surviving this. The man seems happy with the amount of pain he's given me, he walks away and goes upstairs. I let out a sob once the door had been closed. The sent of tears and blood are thick in the room. My red liquid all around me. I continue to sob. "Why do I deserve this?"

          Luddy/W. Germany's POV

      I am quite concerned. And kinda pissed on why Italy hasn't came to training for about 8 days.   Something may of happen to the small brunette. I soon become worried due to my own thoughts. I soon get feed up and go to his house. I knock loudly, and end up getting no answer. I sigh loudly and pull out the spare key that I have. I open the door to a house that depression has taken as its own. "How could the happy Italian live in such a depressing place.." I mumble. I walk into the kitchen searching for my friend. I notice many things when I walk into the kitchen. The scent of blood lingering in the room, cooked pasta on the turned off stove, and the worse of it all a bloody note lay eerily like on the table. I walk to the note, meet hand writing scribbled on it. Not Italy's. I pick up the note and read it quickly.

      'Who ever reads this,
  1. Why are you in this losers house?
2. Why is he a concern to you?
3. You won't find him easily.
4. Everyday you don't find him I'll up his torture each day
     2/20/16

   I feel as if I'd been stabbed the through the heart. He had been captured. My Italian has been captured. Wait why did I sat my Italian. I blush at my own comment. I grab my phone out of my pocket and call Kiku ((Japan)). The call answers on the second ring "Herro, Mr. Germany." Japan says almost sounding like a monotone. "I have found something that deals with Italy's  lack of coming to training.... Or anything..." I mutter "What do you mean Mr. Germany? Has something bad happened to Itary-Chan?" I sigh loudly. "Italy has been taken." I say clearly while searching through the kitchen for anymore clues. "Why would they want to take Itary-Chan?! What did he do?" "I don't know." I mumble in response. "I am coming over to tark about this. Shourd we terr the others?" He asks seeming very concerned. "Yes" I say while pulling out a questionable bottle. I pull it out... It's a bottle of anti-depressants. I look behind it to see a horrible sight of a bloody razor laying in blood. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I hear the door open to the kitchen as Japan walks in. "Mr. Germany?" I usher him over and point to the sight. He covers his mouth with hands in horror. Maybe the happy Italian isn't so happy..

           Feli/N.Italy's POV + two day time skip

     I feel as if every part of my body is becoming numb. I still feel tears rolling. The torture taking a toll on my physical, mental and emotional strength. I am stronger then I look. Even if I am crushed. I have been for awhile. But this is hell. I can't even attempt a smile even if I tried. My capturer has mentioned many things to screw with my mind. They've mentioned Holy Rome..., the house... ((it's from HetaOni it's not canon and is a fan made game but so sad and gives you a knew perspective of Italy. Cri)) and more things that killed me me just thinking about it. I want it all to end. I hear a sudden crash. Maybe my savior have came to my rescue. Wishful thinking probably. It is most likely my imagination toying with me. I feel my existence begin to fall into a slumber in which I'd wake up soon after. I can't die unless I am killed. Would this count as being killed. Is this my end? I soon realize that the capturer has made friends. Friends who will hurt me just as much as he does.

Luddy/Germany's POV

Me and Japan are still searching for the missing country. When I find the culprit I'll make sure they won't ever walk again. You see they've captured my Italian. I don't take to that kindly. I miss him. I miss him a lot. I never knew how much I loved him until he disappeared. Japan has resorted to calling me 'Mr. Yandere' whatever that means. We've been looking all over. I sigh loudly and slam my fist onto the desk. "I think you shourd get some rest. We can continue the search for Itary in the morning..." Japan says quietly. "He may be dead by tomorrow!!" Japan doesn't answer. My bedroom door opens to revel my brother Prussia. "What do you want?" I say harshly. "Calm yourself west, that was totally unawesome of you. I just came to ask if me and birdie can join your search." He says happily. "Who is birdie?" Japan asks before I could. Prussia points to smaller blonde male who was hidden behind Prussia. "Sorry, Birdie meet My brother and Japan. Germany and Japan meet Birdie" 'Birdie' nods, he seems shy. "Do any of you have a clue on where Italy has been taken?" I ask. The blonde nods slowly, seeming very nervous. I practically jump on him, luckily Prussia was in the way. "West chill that was totally unawesome" Prussia says. I roll my eyes. "Where is Italy then?" I ask calmly. 'Birdie' says something to Prussia quietly. I stare at them confused. "Follow me and I'll lead you to Italy." Prussia says loudly while gripping 'Birdie's hand.

Prussia's POV + hour timeskip

I pull birdie along with West and Japan following me. We have walked awhile. The awesome me doesn't care. They all look tired. Rightfully so, we've been walking for about an hour.

                  Italy's POV + 2 hours POV

        I feel tears and blood drip down my face. The group of people beat me continuously. I feel myself slipping away. Hopefully someone will save me... Or that they'll end it quickly. I can't help but let out a shaky sob. Please let it end. For I've given up hope on living. I feel myself get hit multiple times. I hear a large crash from upstairs and loads of yelling. I can hear some voices, they sound familiar. I see a few of the people in the group run upstairs. Maybe my imagination isn't messing with me. Maybe my savior has came. I feel more tears roll down my face. Clearing the blood on them. I feel hungry, I haven't eaten in a few days. I hear even more sounds, as things fall into the ground. I wince at the sound of loud crashing. The basement door is thrown open. A familiar face rushes down the steps. "Italy?!" He asks looking at my beaten form. "Ciao..." I mutter, tears still rolling, Germany walks forward breaking the tight cuffs on my wrists. I look up at him sadly, "I-I'm sorry.." I mutter he looks shocked, "Why are you apologizing?" He asks picking up my small body in his arms, I wince out of pain, causing a small whimper to make its way out of my lips. Germany looks down at me sadly. "You will be okay. I promise." He says placing his lips onto mine.