Jekyll and Hyde-Italy

Jekyll and Hyde-Italy

"______! ______! You have to help me!" This was the first thing you heard as you picked up your ringing phone. “Italy? What’s wrong? Is Britain chasing you again?” You asked in annoyance. Though you greatly loved your Italian friend, it grew old very quickly to have to go and ‘save’ him when someone else was picking on him. “That’s just it! I don’t know what happened! You have to hurry, ______, I don’t know if he’s going to make it!"

Now you were worried. Italy was worried if Britain was going to live? “Where are you?” You asked quickly, throwing away annoyance and formalities. “Umm, w-we’re in my yard! Please, hurry!” You hung up quickly and gathered your things. For a long while, you had been caretaker and doctor for sick and injured nations-treating wounds, caring for nations that caught human illnesses, and on the rare occasion performing surgeries.

Once you had left the house, your (h/c) hair pulled back out of your (e/c) eyes; it took all of a few minutes to get to Italy’s place. Upon arrival, you found both Italy and Germany-whom Italy must’ve called directly after you in his distress-helping Britain stay awake. As you got closer, you realized that a knife was pierced into him dangerously close to his heart and you ran the rest of the way to meet him. “______! I’m a so glad you made it!” Italy said, worry lacing his voice. “What happened to him?!” You questioned, instructing Britain to breathe deep and slow and to keep awake. “I-I don’t know! He was just chasing me for a while around my house, and I knew I couldn’t take him on alone so I was going to run to Germany’s place, but…everything went black then, and the next thing I knew I was standing over him and he had a knife in his chest!” Italy explained frantically.

“H-hold on…y-you don’t r-remember…?” Britain asked weakly. “Save your energy, Britain. You’re going to need it for when we get this knife out of you…I’ll have to treat you here-there’s no chance we can get you to my place in time now.” You told him. You had Germany help you get Britain inside and had Italy get a large bowl of water and some clean towels. After giving Britain some anesthetics, you removed the knife and cleaned the wound. Once it was properly wrapped, you sighed and sat down in a chair, letting Britain sit up with Germany's help.

“So, what do you remember about when you were attacked?” You asked, now genuinely curious. If Italy doesn’t remember attacking him…what happened..? you thought quietly as Britain gathered his thoughts. “Well, I remember chasing Italy; I had been trying to capture him to lure out Germany and Japan. We were rounding the house for about the third time, but in the second I lost sight of him…well, I’m not too sure what happened. At first I just thought that he was just another Italian soldier, but he looked too much like Italy to just be a soldier.”

“Hang on, what did he look like?” Germany asked curiously. Britain stopped to think again. “He was just as tall as Italy, but tanner and his hair was slightly darker like Romano’s….and his eyes were purple I think. Aside from that, the uniform was different. It was tan instead of blue and he wore a hat…” Britain told them. “Somehow, that sounds in appearance more like Romano than Italy, but both of them are cowards. I don’t think either of them would stab you that way.” Germany pointed out. “I wasn’t stabbed.” Britain told them, earning odd looks from the other three. “He threw that knife at me. After I collapsed I didn’t see where he went…I closed my eyes and when I opened them again this idiot was screaming at me asking what happened.” He pointed his thumb at Italy who jumped at the sudden attention. You only sighed. This wasn’t getting anyone anywhere; neither of them knew who attacked Britain. The description didn’t match any of the other countries, but you doubted any normal person could do that much damage just by throwing a simple knife.

“Alright…when you’re able to walk again I’ll send you home. For now, Germany, you go home. I will stay here with Britain and Italy. Something tells me that whoever did this to him meant to kill him, and will come back.” You told them. You had never been afraid of fighting countries, and this was no different in your eyes. “If what you say is true then I should stay as well. In his condition, Britain would be just as useless to you as Italy.” Germany pointed out. “I can take care of myself, Germany. If I couldn’t I wouldn’t have this job.” You told him. He didn’t seem convinced, but after a while of arguing he finally left. You got Britain to finally sleep and sat beside his bed, examining the knife that had pierced him. Italy had said he was going to make some pasta for you to eat, so you weren’t surprised to hear a few sounds and the occasional crash.

However, when the sounds stopped you suspected Italy would soon show up with a bowl full of yummy pasta. The door did come open, but when you turned to greet him you were faced immediately with violet eyes and an eerily cheerful grin on tanned skin. You stood quickly and took a step back away from the intruder. “Aww, don’t be afraid, bella. I was just here to finish off that meanie over there.” He told you. Your (e/c) eyes went wide; that was Italy’s voice! “I-Italy..?!” You questioned, taking another step back. If possible, his smile grew. “That’s right! Surprise!” He said happily. He reached into his pocket and took out a blade identical to the one you now held and took a step towards the bed. “Now step aside, otherwise I’ll just have to cut through you!” He said, still smiling.

"W-wait, how are you Italy? You look completely different!" You said worriedly, taking another step back and running into the bed. Italy paused and seemed to think on it a minute. "I don’t think I asked about the way I look. Move, or I’ll make you.” He said, suddenly very close to you with the knife under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You opened your mouth to say something further, but suddenly the knife he had hit the ground. He seemed to be in some kind of pain, gripping onto his stomach and gritting his teeth as he backed up. As he fell to his knees you rushed to his side, watching as slowly but surely his skin paled to its normal color, his hair brightened, and the tan uniform became blue again when the hat seemed to dissolve into nothing. You stared in shock as Italy looked up, his eyes their normal amber hue. “Hey, how did I get in here? I was just about to serve the pasta.” He said before noticing your shock.

“______? What’s wrong? Did that scary guy come back?! He didn’t hurt you did he?!” Italy asked, now worried once more. You shook your head and knelt beside him. “No, he didn’t, but…the one that hurt Britain was you, Italy.” You told him. His eyes went wide as he looked around him, spotting the new knife beside him as he quickly backed away. “I-I…couldn’t! I wouldn’t do that! I can’t even throw a knife!” He frantically defended himself. “Italy, calm down…something happened to you. I could tell you weren’t yourself.” You looked back as you heard a groan from the still sleeping Brit. “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen. We can have some pasta, and then figure out what’s going on.” Italy nodded, though not quite getting excited over the pasta as he normally would.

You two went to the kitchen, eating the pasta in awkward silence as you tried to contemplate what had happened in the bedroom. There is almost no way that was Italy…but I saw it myself! What on Earth would’ve cause such a change in someone…physical or mental? He wasn’t anywhere near his normal self! Your thoughts were interrupted as Italy set his bowl in the sink. “I…I never meant to hurt anyone, ______...you know that, right?” He asked his voice laced in sadness and fear. “I know, Italy. Just tell me something-has anything strange or different happened at all lately? Anything at all?” You asked him. He seemed to think a minute, looking out of the window over his sink. The sun had long since set and stars speckled the night sky in beautiful light. The scene seemed to spark a memory in the Italian. “That’s right… a few days ago Germany got really mad at me for missing training again. I saw a shooting star that night and I wished that I could be a better soldier that way I could help Germany and he wouldn’t have to come and save me all the time.”

“A wish on a star..?” You asked aloud as you began to think. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time one of his wishes came true…maybe that’s what caused so much of a change in him. Either way, there’s no chance of anything man-made doing this to him "So…if it really was me, what do we do now?” Italy asked as he sat back at the table with you. You gave a sigh. “I know you guys are trying to beat the Allies now, but all we can do is have them come and get Britain back home. After that, someone is going to have to keep an eye on you until we can figure out how to reverse this.” You told him.

And so it all began…