I don't own you or HETALIA
Your chestnut-haired friend, an Italian, had hugged you tight and gave you a kiss on each of your cheeks. Giggling, you had hugged him back. Feliciano invited you to his mansion in the warm country of Italy. Your driver who drove you to the mansion had smiled at your friend and helped carry your luggage.
"Your mansion is so beautiful! Oh, I can't believe I'm going to be able to stay here for one whole week with you!"
You exclaimed, and the sweet Italian smiled and hopped up and down, excited as well. The pasta-loving man had always been your friend and kept you great companywarm and kind like the country of Italy itself. The entrance to the mansion itself was amazing. You can see tall, white, statues right after you enter through the Italian-styled entrance gates. In the middle of the entrance was a golden fountain, surrounded by beautiful white lilies.
"Awww, _______, I can't believe it either!"
When the driver had carried out all luggages, he bowed and was ready to take his leave. You smiled at him and waved.
"Thank you for bringing me here, Lovino!"
"No problem, madam."
He seemed to have known Feliciano too, and had offered a ride to the mansion, and you gladly accepted. Then Lovino had whispered into Feliciano's ears, softly. At that moment, you saw a strange change in your friend. You decided to bother it, though. For a moment, you thought that Feliciano's amber eyes had turned into a mysterious violet. I must be tired from the trip, you thought. And when you looked back to that moment, you had regretted it. Everything.
"The mansion inside is stunning too!"
"Ve~, really? Thank you!"
The room was Italian-styled, of course, and it was simple, yet ornate. You breathed in a fresh smell of the mansion, making yourself feel comfortable.
"Oh, ________, I have some problems in my mansion, though. The balconies are still under construction, so all windows are locked, I hope you don't mind. Also, some rooms are kind of
well, private. I'd like to ask a favor to not wander around too much. I hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind at all! Also, I wouldn't want to be hated by my lovely friend! Pinky promise, I won't look through your things."
You held out your pinky and Feliciano gripped it with his slender pinky. He gripped it hard. You bit your bottom lip, trying to erase the pain. The Italian held on a little longer and smiled innocently.
"Promises are made, and should be kept."
You sigh as you look around the grand Italian room you were staying in. You had unpacked and organized everything, and just when you decided to lay on the comfy bed to rest, Feliciano knocked on your door and opened a little crack of it.
"Ve~ Dinner is ready, ________!"
"M'k, I'm coming down."
You said and he left the door, as you stood up and turned off the lights, rubbing your pinky. It was still sore.
"Bon appétit, bella!"
The alto-voiced Italian said, as you were shocked at the beautiful dinner table set out in front of you. There were candles set up for you, and you quickly took your seat that Feliciano had pulled out for you.
It was great to be with your Italian friend whom made silly jokes and conversations with you, and had made you laugh. But you found something very strange about him. He kept glancing at his wrist-watch, but you didn't mind asking why, because you found it quite rude. Then when you were about to thank him for the dinner, Feliciano's eyes flashed a magenta glow. A crazed smile appeared on the Italian's face, and he had rested his head on his two arms which his fingers interlocked and elbows rested on both table.
"It's 8:30, my dear bella, why don't you go to sleep?"
Before you could respond, you felt a chill up your spine, and felt your heavy eyelids close. You had fallen into deep sleep, and the last thing you remember was Feliciano come by your side to give you a kiss on your lips, muttering some words of love in Italian.