To explain, I just had a strange urge to write Dark!ItalyXItaly while listening to the song Taking Over Me. I stuck Germany in there to make it work out, cause of the song. So yea, This is a GermanyXItaly & Dark!ItalyXItaly story. Dark!Italy has no feelings for Germany. And please don't mistake this for 2P. It's not 2P at all, just Dark.

Italy sat outside on the porch. He sighed sadly. He never liked to be alone for long. When he was alone for to long, he remembered. He remembered Holy Roman Empire. Those were the thought's plaguing him. He remembered dancing with him, teaching him how to paint...

And most of all, the day Holy Rome left him with the promise of coming back. How many years has it been? He should be back by now. He didn't want to think that Holy Rome had forgotten about him. Holy Rome wouldn't forget about him, right?

"Ciao Veneziano," he looked up at the sound of his brother's voice. He got up and smiled.

"Ciao fratello!" Italy said as he opened the front door. They walked in and Italy closed the door.

"The potato bastard not here?" Romano asked and Italy shook his head.

"No, he went somewhere with Prussia," Italy said as he sat on the couch. Romano sat beside him. They were silent for a few moments. Romano looked over at Italy, seeing the tears forming in Italy's eyes. He sighed.

"You're thinking of him again, aren't you?" Romano asked and Italy looked at him in surprise. He nodded and Romano grabbed him by the shoulders.

"You need to forget about him," Romano said harshly. "He isn't coming back!"


"No buts! Veneziano, if he was coming back, he would have been back by now. I'm tired of seeing you so upset by this! Forget about him Veneziano," Romano said and the tears spilled over. Italy just sat there sobbing, while Romano reached over and hugged. He knew he went to far, but Italy needed to let go and move on. He needed to let go of the false hope he has.

Italy was still sobbing, when Germany walked in. He looked at him and glared at Romano. Romano stood up.

"I guess I'll take my leave," Romano said as he left. Germany sat beside Italy and hugged him.

"What's wrong?" he asked and Italy shook his head.

"I-It's nothing. I-I just tripped and fell, that's all," Italy lied. He never told Germany about Holy Rome, and he didn't plan on telling him anytime soon.

"Well, okay then," Germany said as he stood up. He walked into the kitchen and Italy followed.

"What do you want for dinner?"

After dinner, Italy was taking a shower. His thoughts slowly floated back to Holy Rome. He gritted his teeth. Romano said to forget about him, but how could he just let go? It isn't easy! He pushed back the tears that threatened, and got out. After drying off, he got dressed and went to Germany's room. He walked over and crawled into bed with him. Germany smiled and patted his head.

"Hey Germany?"


"How do you let go of something you held on to for a long time? Like, a loved one who said they would come back but they never did?" Italy asked, looking up at him. Germany stared at him for a while with wide eyes. Italy just tilted his head.

"Something wrong?" Italy asked, and Germany looked away.

"N-No... I'm fine. I just don't know how to answer that," he said as he turned the lamp off. He laid down and Italy snuggled close to him to keep warm. They were silent. Italy was almost asleep when he heard Germany speak up.

"Hey Italy?"


"Why did you ask that?" Italy opened his eyes and looked up at Germany. He could see the worry in Germany's eyes.

"No reason. I was just wondering," he said. Germany sighed.

"Well, alright then. Good night."

"Good night."

"Holy Rome!"

Italy's eyes snapped opened. He sat up and noticed he was in a field of flowers. He saw a little girl in a green dress running toward a little boy.

Wait... That's me and Holy Rome!

He watched them play for a while and he smiled. He sometimes wished he could go back to those old times, but he knew it was impossible. His eyes saddened, and he looked down at the ground. He picked one of the flowers.

"Yes, that is you and Holy Rome. It happened so long ago, didn't it?"

Suddenly, the dream shattered. He was left in complete darkness. He stood up and spun around, coming face to face with red eyes. He took a step back. He was confused. He was facing an exact replica of himself, except for the eyes. He also had a more sinister air around him, something evil.

"Hello, Italy," his replica said and Italy cringed at how his voice sounded the same as well. Italy backed away, and the replica frowned. He walked forward and pulled Italy close. Italy tried to pull away, but he held him close. He nuzzled Italy and smiled. Italy breathed out unsteadily.

"W-Who are you?" he asked and the replica growled. He pushed Italy down and glared at him.

"I'm offended! You should know who I am!" he snarled and Italy flinched. His replica's face softened and he sighed.

"Anyway, how do you not know me?" he asked and Italy looked away.

"Ah... Well... You look like me, so... Are you me?" Italy asked hesitantly. The replica smiled and kneeled down. He cupped Italy's chin in his hand.

"Half correct. I'm your Dark side. You can call me Feliciano if you want," he said and Italy just stared at him.

"M-My Dark side?" he asked and Feliciano nodded.

"Si. I've been locked away for so long though. I broke out earlier today when Romano told you to move on."

"O-Oh..." Italy suddenly felt afraid.

"Don't worry. I won't do anything without your permission. In fact, I'll just visit you in your dreams. You can talk to me whenever you want. How does that sound?" Feliciano asked and Italy nodded.


"Good," Feliciano purred. He leaned over and kissed Italy.

"Ah!" Italy woke with a start. He put his hand over his chest. His heart was pounding. Had that really happened? Germany stirred beside him and looked up at Italy.

"Oh, good morning Italy," he said as he sat up. "Is something wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"No, I'm fine. I had a freaky dream is all."

"I see," Germany said as he got up. He looked at Italy and ruffled his hair. He got dressed and walked to the door.

"Get dressed, I'll go ahead and prepare breakfast."

"Okay," Italy replied as Germany walked out. He looked toward the window before getting up. He walked over and stared outside.

"It was just a dream... It was just a dream..."