DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YOU OR HETALIA.
The Italian quickly pushed you down onto the floor and stared at you with his cold, flaming eyes. You regretted watching what you had seen, since Feliciano seemed furious about that. He took your wrist and pressed them onto the floor with your body. You tried turning your head so you wouldn't meet his gaze, but his eyes wouldn't let you. You felt like it pulled you into him, closer and closer
You stammered, trying to stop trembling. Feliciano leaned closer towards you, breathing hot breaths on your neck. You shivered, and he swiftly shifted to your left chest and leaned against it.
"Does your heart always beat this fast?"
You shook your head, remembering the sight you saw in the blood-stained room. You felt a cold, electric wave down your whole body. You started to breathe very quickly, as though you were suffocating. You hadn't realized Feliciano was gliding his hand down your waist. He flicked a knife out of nowhere and cut your thigh. You felt pain sting and you screamed.
"I told you that you're going to have a punishment, bella."
You quickly felt a warm light pouring through the windows, and you found yourself back in bed, next to Feliciano. As you moved, the Italian woke up and smiled.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere. But can you please tell me who you are?"
"Do you really want to know?"
You nod, and Feliciano pulled you in closer. You didn't flinch. Then he whispered in your ears something you didn't expect.
"I am Feliciano's alter-ego. Feliciano Vargas' true feelings."