HetaOni {Italy x Reader} Prologue

You had been having strange dreams lately.

Really, Really strange dreams.

You dreamt of a Mansion…A huge mansion, deep in the mountains.

You couldn't usually feel anything in your dreams…But in these ones you could.

You felt nothing but cold. It was so cold…

There was always something weighing you down…You couldn't move…

These dreams were weird…

You saw yourself…In what you guessed was the mansion…

You were sprawled awkwardly on the ground, dry blood staining your hair, your eyes closed…

It would change every time in this dream...

You didn't know what, but something was after you.

Sometimes you would see yourself…Dead…Alone

Sometimes you were dead, but others were with you…Mourning over you…They cried…They screamed…But every time Italy would always scream the loudest…

…Then there were times when everyone was dead…Everyone except him…

You didn't mind…If he was ok, then you were ok…

…Italy had to stay alive…You didn't care if you died…As long as he was ok…

…But tonight, this dream was by far the strangest.

You didn't dream of Italy, or The Mansion…You dreamed of you…But it wasn't you.

She had your face…and that was about it.

She wore a black military uniform, completely identical to yours, except for the colour.

Her hair was scruffier, messier than yours, a slightly darker shade then yours. She didn't smile, she only scowled…Her eyes too…Instead of their regular (e/c) colour…They were a deep, ominous shade of red.

She scowled.

You didn't ask who she was, because you knew who she was…She was you…Wasn't she?

"You're an idiot" she hissed

You felt your heart beat faster out of fear.

"You have to stop dying, stop being such a wimp!"

"What?" you asked

You surprised yourself. You could never talk in your dreams.

She glared at you. An ice-cold glare.

"Stop. Fucking. Dying" she said slowly

You didn't know what she was talking about. You didn't want to know what she was talking about, you wanted to know what the hell she was. Taking advantage of your knew ability to speak in your dreams, you parted your lips.

"What are you" you asked

She scoffed "That's offensive. Its not 'what' its 'who' are you"

"But you-you're me…aren't you?"

She just glared "…Kind of, I am you…But different…Think of me as…A Second Player"

"What?"

"I'm another side of you. I'm stronger than you. I'm tougher than you, and in my opinion, I'm better than you…But I'm still you-and unlike everyone else, we are closer together than everyone else"

"Wh-what?"

She sighed in frustration "Everyone has a reflection right? So everyone has a second player…But no other person in my world is closer to their first player than I am, when you die, I die, when you get hurt, I get hurt so if you get us killed again im going to kick your ass in the after-life"

You didn't understand any of this. You didn't understand.

The cold started to lift, and you felt warm, and hot…Everything started going hazy, she started to fade.

Everything was all muffled, you saw her…One last time…

She mouthed the words 'Don't Die' before everything went black.

Everything was warm, but you couldn't move…You had to open your eyes…

Open your eyes.

You had to.

You sat up. Straight up in an unfamiliar bed, sweat clung to your forehead and you struggled to breathe. Gulping down breathes, you noticed you were shaking.

You noticed you were wearing your normal military clothes.

You noticed Italy beside you.

"I-Ital-"

"Mi Bella!" he exclaimed, cutting you off with a hug.

You felt him cry into your shoulders.

You noticed Japan, Germany and Prussia too.

Then You noticed the Bandages around your waist, you noticed the pain in your side.

"W-what happened?" you asked, trembling.