Ok... Here's the chapter I've been warning y'all about.

With Italy.

And I'm going to do something awful to him.

I'm sorry if it doesn't live up to your expectations, cuz this gonna be hard to write. Feli (along with America and Iggy) is my favorite character. I cosplay and do impressions of him.

This going to be hard to write

But it must be done!

Sorry if it's awful....

America's POV

He came for him.

It was the middle of the afternoon(I think) when Luciano came after Italy.

I had been aroused from a fitful sleep when the opening of the door awakened me. Luciano stood, silhouetted in the door frame with a wicked grin. Italy scampered into a corner of the room. I could see him shaking.

"Little Italia...", The 2p called.

Italy looked over at me with wide eyes and mouthed the words "Help me!"

But there was nothing I could do.

Nothing.

I could only watch as my friend was dragged out of the room, kicking and screaming. He turned and looked at me, one last time before the door was shut, leaving me in the darkness.

I felt weak.

Helpless.

The exact opposite of what a hero is supposed to feel.

Omniscient POV

Luciano dragged Italy out of the room and into the adjacent room. He closed the door. The lock clicked, echoing through the cement-walled space. Italy scrambled away from him. Luciano laughed, a high cruel sound that had haunted Italy's many nightmares. The 1p visibly trembled.

"You are weak."

Luciano said as he pulled a knife from the his boot. It had a long, serrated blade that glinted in the rays of the setting sun.

Italy thought, What would Germany do?

Germany would be strong.

And in turn, so would Italy.

Italy stood a little taller and tried to be as brave as possible.

"N-no. I'm a-not.", the Italian said with a shaky tone. Luciano laughed and sprung on Italy, running the knife blade along the side of cheek, making a shallow cut. Italy bit his lip, trying not to cry out. Luciano leaned forwarded and whispered into the Italian's ear

"You are weak.

You think your friends love you? Germany? Wrong.

I know everything about you.

Your fears.

Your desires.

I know of the traumatic childhood, the loneliness, the abandonment. I a-know of the little boy left alone to his own devices. You smile because it hides the pain. If you close your eyes to world and act all a-happy, nothing can hurt you. But that's not correct, and you know that, Ve? The dark horrors of the world have more hold over you than many others."

Tears streamed from Italy's eyes. He couldn't help it. All of it was true.

Completely, utterly true.

Italy was forced to remember everything he had tried so hard to put behind him.

The feeling of uselessness.

The periods of time without eating.

The razor blades.

"I a-know what you fear and I know exactly how to hurt you.."

With that, Luciano brought the knife hard across Italy's face.

America's POV

Italy had been gone for several hours. It was night now. I could hear his screams echoing from next room, followed by long intervals of silence.

I didn't know what was worse.

The screaming.

Or the unknowing, haunting silence.

The silence had been longer this time and I feared for the worse. I could hear Luciano's boot clicks stride slowly towards the door. He opened it.

Praise god, Italy was with him!

I could barely see the Italian's face, he had covered it with his hands. Luciano threw Italy into the room and he landed on the ground, hard.

Italy did not get up.

As Luciano closed the door, he gave us a mock solute saying

"Until a-next time, weakling."

Italy didn't move for several hours. When he finally did, he sat up in seated position and hugged his knees into his chest. It was nearly pitch black other than a small shaft of moonlight.

I spoke, for the first time.

"Hey Italy bro... You okay?"

Italy took his head out of his hands and turned to look at me and I finally saw him. I took in a sharp breath.

His face...

"Ve..I'm ok. But.. America.. I can't see."

Sorry for the REALLY bad writing.

If y'all could tell me how I did, I'd be very grateful.