Strange maze, what is this place?
Italy glared at the space around him. Who had lived here, exactly? And why the actual heck was there a MONSTER in someone's house? It didn't make sense...
I hear voices over my shoulder, nothing's making sense at all, wonder, why do we race?
To be honest, Italy wasn't sure why everyone kept running away. Couldn't they fight, or surrender? Surrendering would help... right? Then the monster wouldn't hurt them!
Plus, at this point, Italy was ready to give up. He was done with it. Wouldn't it be easier to give himself to the monster?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles, such a funny way to fall, tried to open up my eyes, I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright...
He flipped though the bloody and torn pages of the journal sitting at his feet. A few days ago, Germany had died. He should fix it soon, as soon as possible.
When I wake up, the dream isn't done, I wanna see your face and know I made it home...
He closed his eyes, but all he could see was Germany. Germany smiling, or yelling, or being sad - not crying, this is Germany we're talking about - and most of all, Germany dying. If he died... if he died, he could see Grandpa Rome again, and Holy Rome, and Germany... he picked up a pencil gingerly.
If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you...
Following an image in his mind, he quickly sketched a felicia daisy, his national flower.
Show my cards, gave you my heart, Wish we could start all over....
Truer words were never spoken. All he wanted was to start over, as many times as it took, until he got them ALL out. Even scary Mister Russia.
Nothing's makin' sense at all, Tried to open up my eyes, I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright...
When I wake up, the dream isn't done, I wanna see your face and know I made it home...
He curled up in a ball and sighed. He just wanted to see Germany....
If nothing is true, what more can I do? I am still painting flowers for you, I am still painting flowers for you...
I heard everything you said, I don't wanna lose my head...
"Italia! Pay attention!"
"Stop slacking!"
"Mein Gott, don't jou ever do anyzhing besides eat pasta and surrender?!"
Germany's voice rang through his ears, telling him to focus.
When I wake up, the dream isn't done, I wanna see your face and know I made it home...
Quickly, he opened his eyes, and looked around, but, as expected, Germany was nowhere to be found.
If nothing is true, what more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you, I am still painting flowers for you, I am still painting flowers for you...
Picking up the pencil again, and crying, he continued tracing flowers.
