"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." -Edgar Allen Poe.

Chapter One:

I curled, hiding in my sheets; trying my best to forget that there were monsters in my bedroom. Funny, Germany or Romano would have noticed me acting this way-even with my nightmares and all, but Germany wasn't in miles of my country and Romano got the flu from Spain. I was told to not even come in his room or bad things would happen!

I peaked out of my thick white sheets and saw the sun's early morning rays poking out from my curtains. I smiled and stretched out from being under for so long. Yay! No more monsters and nightmares!

Speaking of nightmares...

Holy Rome...

Why was he in my dreams all of a sudden? What was he trying to ask me? Was it something bad? Why did he ever leave me so long ago?

Tears from last night's episode came flooding back. My eyes stung from about how much fluids I've probably lost and now probably even doubled. I ran out from my room and towards the bathroom. I couldn't take the stress, I couldn't take the pain. The misery. The loss.

I've lost so much happiness in those years, it took so many for me to be the way I am now, but why again? I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water onto my face. The cooling feel calmed my senses for about a few minutes.

I have friends, I have a home, and I even have my brother for goodness sake's!

I didn't need to be sad anymore.

I needed to be me.

I needed my pasta.

I smiled at myself in the mirror (no matter how bad I looked), and walked out-making myself some good warming homemade pasta.

The warm scent floods my nostrils as I start spicing ingredients to make it a bit more of an early breakfast style for me and my brother Romano. I wasn't going to leave him behind since he was my brother. Even if he is sick, I was still going to give him proper care and better food...not like the countries, (England mostly.).

After about fifteen minutes or so of making the perfect meal, the alarm on my microwave goes off. The helpful tea that Japan sent a few days ago to me was ready made and so was everything else. I put out plate of my special pasta onto a plate, some crackers, Japan's helping tea, and tomatoes-on a tray for Romano's get well breakfast.

I hummed to myself of a song I used to sing to Germany about our friendship in the good old days and I slowly balanced the food up the stairs. The food barely made any noise, other than the tea clinking onto the silverware, nothing was wrong.

I knocked on the door signaling Romano it was breakfast time for him. I heard him groan and muffle barely audible swears behind the door. Footsteps came to the door, but I rushed out before he could open it. I didn't want to catch a cold since one Italian was sick, it could bad thing if two were...maybe three.

"Ciao Romano!" I happily replied.

He looked at me and eyed me suspiciously. "Ciao." He grabbed the tray on the floor and slammed the door shut on me.

I sighed and felt myself melt into a puddle of sadness. I hate being alone. I hate it, I hate it, and I hate it. I mentally groaned and walked back into my room. For once, these dreams are just getting worse by the second. I mean, he keeps poking me everywhere I go, and it's driving me insane!

I haven't called the others about this, no one knows exactly who the Holy Roman Empire is except a few people...

As I walked back inside my room, I heard a faint crunch under my boot. I looked down and stared wide-eyed.

There was a bouquet of roses on the floor...and a note.

Was this a sign from someone? Was this someone who I have been trying to avoid for so long? Could it be?

Before I could hyperventilate and scream, I called Germany to come and get me.

This was by far have gotten too far, my room itself...felt as if it were cursed. It was as if someone was actually there...watching me...

I whimpered and grabbed the roses and the note. I barged out of the room and closed it shut. I didn't bother even going back in there. So many memories have made me think if Holy Roman Empire was trying to tell me something, or better yet what.

I ran down the stairs in tears and curled up on the living room love seat. For hours, I sat at a fetal position, the same position I used when I was taken into war with Germany. Those were scary times-everywhere there was blood, bodies, and even gun powder! Germany and Japan had to protect me through the mess, even though we lost, I was kept safe and unharmed.

I smiled as the memories came back. It was also a time when Germany was actually a bit nicer to us in an ironic way. He would always take a moment to check me if I had any wounds and if I was fed properly. I kind of felt like the Prince for all they've down with all the treatment.

I mean, I did feel bad since I was the weakest. Just look at me! I'm even crying over Holy Rome...Why is this so unfair for me?

As if on cue, a knock was heard outside. I uncoiled myself from the position, and opened the door. The first look on their faces was nothing I could have ever saw in my life.

"Italia? Wh-What happened? Why are you-? What have you been-?"

The German stood speechless in his old green military uniform and black combat boots. His slicked back hair and bright blue eyes stood out in shock as he saw the messy appearance of none other than me.

Japan stopped the German from continuing to make up a proper question and looked at me with concern. "Italy? Would you like for us to sit with you and have a talk?"

I sniffed and nodded; a warm smile appeared back on my face like nothing happened. I had company finally and I had my dearest friends to help me out with...

I looked back upstairs and shuddered.

The two men exchanged weird looked and shrugged it off to not ask any further questions. I let them both in and shut the door.

It was now or never I get to barge out the secret I've held for too long.

(( Yay! I finally got Chapter One up! So what do you guys think? Should I ACTUALLY make this as suspenseful as HECK! Because I think it actually is working..

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I don't know what exactly might happen next after a few explanations from the poor poor Italy, but let me know what your ideas are in the comments!

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