DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YOU OR HETALIA.
WARNING: Some violence/gore and one bad cuss word
"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?"
"I would never dare let that thought cross my mind."
You looked down at your maid-outfit and clenched your jaws, feeling some sort of rage boil within you, but kept it in, knowing that you shouldn't dare go against your master's orders. After eating, he sent you to your room. You ran through the halls and skipped steps on the staircase to get to your room. After slamming the door closed, you flopped onto your bed and buried your face into the pillow. You cried. Several minutes later, the door clicked open, and you saw
Lovino? He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door. Through the open door, light gathered and lit your dark room.
"You know, fratello is worried."
You said with a cold tone in your voice, and shot him a glare as you showed him several of your cuts and bruises all over you. He sighed and shook his head.
"You call thisworried?"
He left right after you said those words, and left you all alone in the room and you bit your bottom lip in rage. Your body felt tired, and you quickly changed into your nightgown and slept.
"________, sweetheart, wake up."
Before flicking your eyes open, you felt that same, cold knife slide down your cheek. And when you opened your eyes in freight, you saw Feliciano on top of you with a knife in hand. Your instinct made you run away. Quickly sliding under Feliciano's body, you opened the door and ran through the halls. But you kept stumbling, and Feliciano quickly followed right behind you. But he was walking quickly, rather than running. Then, making your worst mistake, you opened a door and tried to lock yourself in that room. But as soon as you locked the door, you smelled a horrible stench.
That stench was almost as if it came straight from hell. Like the mixture of the worst urine and old vomit. You immediately put your hand over your and nose, and searched for the light switch.
Corpses. Blood. And several things that you have identified as organs. You thought you were going to faint. You had never seen something so horrible. Bones were scattered around the floor, and crimson blood had splattered all over the white walls. There was a click behind you. Before you could turn around, a knife was against your throat.
"Bella, dear, I thought we promised to not go through each other's personal belongings."
The Italian whispered into your ear, and you had thought you were going to faint again. From the sight, the smell, his voice. It was all far too horrifying. Did Feliciano kill all these people
"Ever since you rejected me, all I have been desiring for is blood, as well as you."
"W-where are you taking me?"
"Punishment, of course."
He grabbed your head and slammed it on the wall of a room that you think was his. He then swiftly grabbed both your wrists and put them against the wall. The Italian forced his kiss on your lips that trembled as he put his leg between yours. He let go of you and your lips, and you slid down the wall, panting for breath. This time, he kissed you with his tongue slipping into your mouth. He then gently bit you bottom lip and started to kiss you sweetly. Soon, you fell asleep again, and you wondered why he didn't slice you up into pieces again.
You woke up from the sound of someone calling your name.
"________... ________, what happened? Are you alright?"
It was Feliciano, shaking you awake as you fluttered your eyes open. W-why is he asking that? Why is he crying? You mind twirled as you opened your eyes fully. Then you heard him scream. A hand had shot out through a mirror, grasping Feliciano's neck and strangling him.
I thought I had locked you away in that abyss for good! Go back to where you belong!"
It was Feliciano. Two Felicianos, one chocking the other to death. You gasped and tried to let go of the grip, but it was no use.
"You stay out of this bella, you are mine!"
Then the crying Feliciano stumbled to his side and turned into ash. The cold-eyed Feliciano glared at the pile of ash and stepped out of the mirror. What was going on?