"'What' and 'if' two words as nonthreatening as words come. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if?" -Letters to Juliet

Dedicated to: @BandGeekClarinet

Chapter Three:

Japan:

I stared at the letter once more, I felt bad to not even understand what language was written on the paper. It felt Italian, but then again Spanish or French. I sighed and only stared at the initials marked on the bottom. The letter letter itself looked ancient-the paper was crumbled, and the words looked wormed out from the ink that was used.

But other than that, the only thing that came to mind were the initials. I know Italy was talking about someone important earlier...something about a boy I think...

I shrugged and left the note inside of a cupboard; hidden behind lots of different various of wine bottles. I didn't think the little Italian drank alcohol, but he only did on certain occasions. Most of which, were Italian wines that were at least forty years of age, and the occasions...well, they were mostly for parties or celebrations.

I shut the cupboard and began to make my back into the living room. Before I even touched the door, I heard a rustle in the bushes. I turned around and walked towards towards the large clear-viewed window. Nobody was there.

I shrugged it off and looked out into the scenery. Even though Italy was going through a lot, he had a beautiful garden that looked as if he worked on it every day!

Red rose bushes were up close to the patio, stalks of trees were lined up in a pattern of a way on how they are trimmed, but what caught me the most was how the water fountain was centered in the middle of everything.

The garden was amazing to look at. Every time the sun touched the fountain...everything just sparkled. I sighed dreamily at the view...it was perfect, but perfection doesn't always last forever.

I walked in to check on the two western countries, but no one was even in the living room.

That's strange, I only just heard them talking a few minutes ago...

I walked upstairs to hear shouting and screams. I ran up the stairs-hearing the voices come louder and horrifying. I stopped in front of a wooden door that looked to be Italy's bedroom. I didn't know what to do or say as I slowly opened the door.

The small Italian was in bed whimpering, and Germany was screaming at him to wake up.

I didn't know if this was some soap opera, but it looked like this was the reason why everything was a mess. He was trapped inside of his mind, and no one could stop him.

Germany turned and faced me with a bewildered look. He features looked like he was about to cry but also filled with anger.

Is it just me or was the world's strictest man...about to cry?

"Japan...I don't think he's...going to wake up..."

Italy:

I clenched and unclenched my fists, I gritted my teeth and held myself together before I made another crying shriek. I knew where exactly I was and why I was here.

I was dreaming again.

I looked around and saw the little room of that I thought was long gone from my memories. The same memories that I thought were giving me strength as a child.

The bed was neatly tucked in; it's violet covers matched the pillows and the mahogany wood. The room vanilla scented covers caught to my attention the most, however; I thought the smell came from behind me...

"Italy..." The voice cooed.

I bit my lip and felt a warm hand on my shoulder. It was him again, it had to be him...

"We need to talk...please..."

I sighed and looked up to meet his blue orbs. The same ones that looked awfully familiar on someone else I knew. "What do we need to talk about now?"

"It's about...my death." He said in a whispered tone.

I eyed him suspiciously but something cold came into contact to me. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself. "Wh-What was that for-?!"

"Italy...you've been asleep for two days, and I had to do it!"

"Huh?" I looked up and saw Japan holding a bucket in his hands.

"I'm sorry! It's just...Germany hasn't been well in the past few hours and I was getting worried for both of you!" He panicked before I could ask him anything.

"Doitsu isn't well? Wh-Why?!" I began to tear up.

"I don't know...But he won't come out of the guest room."

Unknown:

I watched as the only person awake in the house was Japan. The Axis Powers have no idea what was up in their heads. The other Allies told me to keep an eye out for them for the strange activities that have been happening. Mostly because the bloody American insisted on my 'magical' powers to make havoc in their lives.

But I didn't see anything wrong so far. Other than a bizarre force walking about, nothing was wrong.

I quickly jumped off the tree as I started hearing about Germany's illness. Of course, I didn't do anything to the man. If he ever found a trace of my finger prints or even a hair, I was goner. It was probably himself alone, he was so tongue tied when he saw Italy looking dead, it was almost hilarious.

I dusted off nonexistent dust on my coat and trotted off to my van about a few blocks from where the Italian's estate was.

The guys wouldn't wait to hear the news about this...

(( So there is Chapter Three everyone!! I typically don't just do this at night but this feeling only happens at this time...it's weird but it will do.

I dedicated this to @BandGeekClarinet because she inspired me to write this in the first place! She is also a great friend and a great writer!!

Everyone should check out her books, like SERIOUSLY!! :D

And did anyone figure out who is the unknown POV? It's pretty obvious if you ask me.:)

Germany's POV will be up in the next chapter.))