In the Dark- Chapter 2

With his signature blue suit on, Italy admired himself in the mirror. It was his favorite suit that he wore all the time. It fit his figure perfectly to a T. Except now in some places it now hung loosely on him. This saddened him and made him reconsider what he was going wear. Until there was a knock on the door.

"Fratello, you ready? We have to go to another one of those stupid ass world meeting today," complained Italy's brother Romano. He had the same annoyed look on his face that he always had on.

"Ve, yeah we should get going, Lovino" replied Italy in a pessimistic voice not wanting to get his brother even angrier.  Romano took notice to his brother's uniform and commented.

"Feliciano, what's wrong with your uniform," he said then looked up at Veneziano's face.

"Oh mio dio! Fratello what is wrong with your face!? You look so pale."  Bellowed Romano, grabbing hold of his brother's face to get a better look.

"Ve, it's nothing. Come on we are going to be late." Veneziano said, avoiding the question. He seized onto Romano's hand and pulled him toward the door so that they could go to the meeting.

The meeting room was filled with people walking back and forth preparing for the conference. One citizen almost ran into Italy because he was carrying a stack of papers so tall he couldn't see over them.

Italy scanned through the masses to see if he could find Germany, who had left earlier to prepare. There he was in the very middle barking orders at everyone and anyone. Italy ran up quickly and gave the robust male a huge sudden glomp.

"Ita-Italy! What are you doing?!" shouted the German. He pushed the Italian away, blushing, and looked around to see if any of the other nations saw this.

"I just wanted to say buongiorno. We didn't really get to talk earlier." Whimpered Italy.

Germany looked at Italy apologetically "Sorry. Guten Morgen."  With this the Italian smiled showing that he had cheered up.

"Okay dudes, it's time for the world conference to begin. I will be talking first because that is what the Hero always does," said the American, who had already set up all the stuff that was needed for his presentation. America's speeches always bored Italy. Today it was especially pointless. Soon the American's voice began to soften and fade away. Italy didn't care. He had been plagued with nightmares all night long and some shut eye wouldn't hurt anyone. However it wasn't sweet dreams that filled his nap. It was relapses of scenes from his dream from the night before.  

He was snapped out of his nightmare realm by Romano shaking him awake. His brother opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the doors whipping open.

"Atenţie!" said the nation known as Romania. Italy had only seen him once before and that was when he was a small child. He and Hungary were having one of their rivalries.

He walked urgently to the center of the room and smacked down a stack of folders.

"I think you guys should see this" he spoke with a serious tone in his voice.  Everyone picked up one of the folders and began to flip through them.  Following everyone's example, the Italian started to scan through the information.

It was mostly just a bunch of pictures of weird creatures and a couple of documents which Italy couldn't understand because they were all in Romanian. In every paper there was a word that kept repeating itself: vampir. Everything in this folder was random and had no point so the Italian just kept flipping through it. That was until he came upon a certain picture that made him freeze. It was a photo of young dead girl in a forest. But it wasn't the fact that it was a dead body that made him stop. It was the girl's face.

It was the girl in Italy's dream.