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Dark!Italy x Reader (Part 2)I DON'T OWN YOU OR HETALIA

Warning: Some violence

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Your eyesight was still weary and everything blurred. Trying to move, you realized you were strapped to the cold, marble wall.

"Already awake, bella?"

An alto voice snickered. It was Feliciano. He was sitting in a fancy chair, one leg crossed over the other, elbow on knee, head on palm. You shifted your eyes to see a small, sharp knife in his hand. A drop of sweat slid down the side of your head. His eyes. They were still glowing with that blood-thirsty maroon.

"What are you going to do?"

"Let's play a game, ________."

The Italian said, ignoring you. He slyly took out a deck of car

Dark!Italy x Reader (Part 4)DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YOU OR HETALIA.

WARNING: Some violence/gore and one bad cuss word

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"Bella, why don't you eat?"

You looked down at your plate, completely dazed by all the events that had happened in the past 24 hours or so. You blinked your eyes slowly.

"Answer me, or shall I torture you?"

"I don't feel good, Feliciano. I'm sorry."

"Eat. You need food. Or shall I punish you?"

You picked up your fork and forced yourself to eat the pasta laid in front of you. It should've been delicious. But in the situation you were in, nothing was working correctly. Even your taste buds.

"Did you really think that I put poison in your food?

Dark!Italy x Reader (FINAL)DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YOU OR HETALIA.

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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…

"F-feliciano…?"

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 leane

Dark!Italy x Reader (Part 1)I don't own you or HETALIA

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"Ciao, ________!"

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 company—warm and

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You were a mere child when he first invaded your peaceful country, unable to understand the true implications of what happened. But as the years passed and you grew, you began to understand that life had not always been this way, with people scrounging for food and getting into deadly fights over a day's worth of rations.
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Italy threw the curtain back in disgust, casting the room into darkness once again. Light and peace, that was the moral of so many that he had destroyed. He had bathed that moral countless times in blood. Darkness and Chaos, Blood and Evil. Those were his morals. He had never hesitated to hurt anyone who disobeyed him.
So why did he stop when you flinched away from him? He was perfectly used to it by now. He shouldn't even be surprised that you were terrified of him. Yet for a split second before his hand reach out, he felt something strange. It wasn't anger or frustration. It was a type of sadness.
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"Yes, I am sure of it. I checked her pulse, and it's still there at least."

"Oh butterscotch! Why did you brutes have to hurt such a sweet little girly?"

"Who gives a fuck. And blame asswipe Russia!"

"…What did you just call me?"

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You were both seated in the shadow of a huge towering tree. You watched as your mother sang a high, clear note that rose high into the branches of the trees.

Above you, birds chirped and sang the note to each other, until you could hear it in the highest branches of the tree.

"Try" Your mother told you.

Your brow furrowed with concentration. You took a deep breath and let out a note a little higher than your mothers. But halfway through the note you heard your voice crack.

This time, instead of mimicking the note, birds chirped and tweeted a series of broken notes to each other, making it almost seem like they were laughing.

You frowned and rubbed at your eyes. A gentle hand reached out and turned your face upwards.

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~ ~ ~

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"Of course not. I'm a little offended that you don't have faith in me Alessandro." Jason replied to the Italian.

"Oh? Then why is she still asleep? I want to hear her speak. Her voice has a natural melody to it." The Italian begins to draw little patterns on your soft cheek.

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"Itary, prease! We just need a rittle more time to make a pran!"

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"Mr. Prussia!" You called after him, making him turn around and face you.

"Oh, hey, you're zat cute little girl from yesterday! ______, right? Vat do you need?" His accent intrigued you, but you'd worry about that later. You wanted to make f

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"Hey, Romano! We came to keep you and _____ company!" A familiar Spanish accent called from the now open front door, waking you from your unconscious state.

"Damn it, why the hell did I give that idiota the key?" Romano grumbled to himself before shouting, "Wait, what'a the hell do you mean 'we'!?"

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Dark!Italy x Reader (Part 3)

by *CandyAppleKiss, Oct 1, 2012, 6:51:25 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Teen / Introductions & Chapters

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It was unbelievable how you were still alive after all the cuts the Italian gave you. It was surprising to see that you hadn't run out of tears.

"Eight of clovers, and..."

Feliciano said, grinning while he took a card from his pile.

"Nine of diamonds. I win!"

He picked up his knife and placed it on your cheek. You couldn't feel it at all. Your skin went completely numb after all of the cuts he gave you. Then he kissed you, trying to push his tongue into your mouth, and you let him. You let him because there would be no other way to stop the Italian from getting what he wants. Your eyes fluttered shut as you craved for air. The alarm went off, and he slowly broke the kiss, and almost glared at the clock.

"Let me see…"

Feliciano said, heading towards the card decks. He didn't need to count how many cards he gained to how many you gained. His pile was so thick, while yours seemed to have 10 or so cards.

"Is it my win or your win?"

He asked slyly and looked over at you.

"It is your win, Feliciano,"

You whispered, remembering the deal that was forced upon you. At that moment, you regretted every little mistake you had done in your life. You cried endlessly, and your heart beat faster and you felt your whole body clatter.

"Bella, you are mine, right?"

He asked while holding your chin up, examining your face. Every time you try to look into his eyes and see what he thinks, a light within you wilts like a flower with no water. You remain silent.

"Sei la mia per sempre, ________."

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Before you realized it, you found yourself in a warm, comfy bed with frail light seeping between the cracks of two heavy curtains. Your injuries were fixed with gauze rolls and other things you may find in a first-aid kit. Your body was still numb, but you helped yourself out of the bed to look outside. The sun was rising and the air was slightly cold in the room. You heard the sound of a door being opened, and you jumped and turned around to see… Lovino, the car driver?

"Come with me, ________, Feliciano wants you."

You stood there in shock, and tried to piece the clues and fragments of information together. Lovino. Why didn't you realize it? Sure, he was wearing a wig or something, but their faces were so similar!

"You're his brother?"

He smirked and grabbed your wrist. Now that you think about it more, you don't know much about Feliciano. Lovino stopped in front of a door and knocked on the door.

"I brought the girl here, stupido."

"Oh, fratello, stop acting so cold and come in."

The Italian tugged you in as he opened the door. It was the bathroom, and you 'master' was sitting in a tub full of bubbles, and you blushed into a steaming red.

"Leave, fratello. I would like spend time alone with ________."

He rolled his eyes and walked out while shoving his hands into his pockets. You glanced at Feliciano and stood there, hands gripping onto the nightshirt you were changed into while you had fainted.

"Come closer, bella, and I'll give you several minutes to ask questions, and I will decide whether I want to answer them or not."

The Italian beckoned you to come over by waving his slender index finger. You quickly skidded over to his side, and he permitted you to speak.

"W-who are you?"

"I am your master, bella."

"Why me?"

"Because I love you, and you wouldn't let me be yours, so I made you be mine."

"Is it because I rejected you?"

"Yes, bella."

He had confessed his love to you several months ago. But it wasn't because you like someone else. You simply didn't know if you loved him more than you do now. But after several awkward moments together, the two of you settled down as being friends once again. You fell silent. You felt that if you asked more questions, you would regret asking them.

"Judging by your pause and actions, I believe you have no other questions."

You didn't move a single bit, but your thoughts roared and swirled.

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You picked up the body washing scrub and dipped it in the warm water, then quickly scrubbed that on soap. You gently started to wash his back and he chuckled.

"You're so kind, ________."

You were still blushing, and you never dared to respond. You kept washing his back as gentle as you can be, and washed his hair next, after he ordered you to do so. After all of that you gave him a towel and looked at your feet as he wrapped it around his waist. There were no more tears in your eyes. No matter how much you wanted to cry, your eyes didn't let you.

"Remember, you are mine, and mine only."

Feliciano whispered in your ear before kissing you.

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Alright, yes, I finally wrote it.
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