ItaPan Fanfiction and Doodle

//DISCLAIMER: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya and I own no part of it.//

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Germany, Italy, and Japan were visiting an abandoned mansion that was said to be haunted by ghosts and demons. There was no electricity in the building, so each of the Axis members had brought along flashlights.


There were many rooms in the mansion, with dark twisting hallways connecting them. As the mansion hadn't had visitors in decades, it was musty and old, with unstable floorboards and crumbly walls, but it could hold up for a while longer. Only a couple windows were built into the entire structure, so sunlight only pushed its way into a few dark corners.


Italy and Japan were wandering around the hallways, looking for Germany. An incident involving Italy getting scared in the dark and running away then Japan chasing after him had occurred earlier, and the two had lost Germany's location, and both their flashlights in the process.


"Nihon.... Are you still there?" Italy asked the darkness, his voice timid. He slowly walked forward, stumbling over nothing in the pitch black room, hoping he was keeping up with his companion.

"Yes Italia-kun, I'm still here..." Japan sighed, smiling a little at his friend's paranoia. "This is the sixth time you've asked me... Would you like to just hold my hand?"

"Y-Yes!" The redhead grabbed his friend's hand and held it tight. The warm hand pulled him along and guided where he was going, putting him at ease.

Japan somehow seemed to know what direction he was going; he hadn't tripped over or bumped into anything. His only mistake so far was going into rooms that Germany wasn't in.  He was as calm and relaxed as usual. Italy on the other hand, was trembling and whimpering, and he tripped over almost everything. He had walked into so many walls that Japan lost count. Maybe now that the two were holding hands, he would calm down, at least a little.


"…We're at another dead end. We have to go back to the main hallway." Kiku's footsteps stopped for a moment as he turned around. Italy continued walking after Japan stopped, and ended up stepping on his feet.

"S-sorry!!" Italy apologized quickly, jumping back.

"It's fine, Italia-kun. To the main hallway now…" He began walking again with quickened footsteps and his usual grace, Italy's fingers between his.


Suddenly, a loud crash like boxes falling came from across the room, in a corner to Japan's left. A loud scratching, scuffling noise followed, the shadows shifted, and there was a red glint of something in that corner. In a second, it was quiet again.


"EEEEEEEKK!!" Italy screamed, ripping his hand from Japan's and running as fast as he could down the hall they had come from, extremely scared and could only think about getting away from whatever was in the corner.

"Italia-kun!! Wait!" Japan called after Italy, beginning to run after him. That was only a small demon, but if he's not in my protection, he could get hurt by more powerful spirits…! "Italia!!" He ran faster, coming to the end of the hallway. There were three other directions he could go: straight, right, or left. The island nation felt his heart racing and started to panic as he looked around, trying to listen for Italy.

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Italy leaned against a wall, breathing heavily. He ran through so many hallways and went so many different directions that he couldn't find his way back to where he and Japan were, even if he tried.


The room the pasta lover finally stopped in was a light room, one of the few rooms with windows. The sunlight was golden; it was around sunset, so the mansion's room was tinted the same color. Cardboard boxes were stacked in the corners, an antique looking dresser pressed against the wall. The dimming room was so quiet and fragile looking; it somehow made Italy feel less scared and a bit more relaxed.


Feliciano sat on the floor and leaned against the wall, the sunlight flowing down to warm the floorboards that lay in front of him. He caught his breath and thought about what to do. If he left the room he was currently in, he would get scared and run back. If he waited for Japan to find him that might take a long time and he would get nervous again from waiting too long.


Italy's mind started to wander then, as he got distracted easily. He began to daydream, imagining Japan bursting through the doors of the room he was in, wearing an expensive, prince-like outfit. The imaginary Japan reached out his hand, and imaginary Italy took it and stood. The two of them jumped out the window (on the 3rd story of the mansion, mind you) into the sunlight. They landed in a field of flowers, perfectly okay and unharmed. Imaginary Italy then brought out everything he needed to make pasta from what seemed like thin air, and the two happily made pasta together.


Italy woke up from his daydream.


I guess I could just open the door and call him, right? He might hear me… Italy thought, getting up and walking cautiously to the door. He pushed the handle down and pulled it, opening it only a crack. Just looking into the darkness, he got scared again.

"N-Nihoonnnn!" He called, his voice shaking. That couldn't have been loud enough… "Nihoooonnnnnn!! Nihoooooooonnnnnn!" Italy heard his voice echoing through the halls. The voice sounded extremely scared. He shuddered and closed the door, then went back to his seat under the window. The stillness of the room began to get to him, and he eventually became very calm, almost sleepy…


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"ITALIA-KUN!!!"

Italy's head jerked up from its resting place on his shoulder. Apparently, the redhead had taken an unexpected nap. He looked up to see Japan towering above him with his sword drawn.

"EEEEEEKK! N-Nihon, w-why were you going to hurt me?!" He jumped to his feet and threw his hands up in surrender.


Japan stared at the redhead for a second, looking displeased and disgusted, like Italy had done something wrong. He remained like that for a few seconds, silent, with piercing eyes. Then Italy saw his expression change. Japan's eyebrows scrunched together, his lips began to tremble, and his eyes welled up with tears. He dropped his sword. It landed in a loud clatter of metal against the hard wood floor off to the side.


Kiku fell to his knees with a thud, his loose robe landing softly on his back. Slightly bent forward, his dark bangs covered his eyes. He hugged his arms to himself as if he were cold, digging his fingers into the sleeves' fabric. His shoulders shook, tears falling from his eyes. Italy could hear quieted gasps of breath escaping from his friend.


"N-Nihon…!  Ve?! What's wrong?!" Feliciano asked Japan, panicked. He quickly sat on his knees in front of Japan, reaching out a hand to put on his shoulder.

"…..W-what's wrong….? What's wrong?!" Nihon spoke in a low, quiet voice. Having trouble containing his tears, his voice was wavering very badly. "I…. W-WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!" Kiku yelled loudly, a few more big tears falling on the floor.

Italy sat with wide eyes, shocked at his friend's unusual loud outburst. "….N…Nihon…."
Kiku then began wailing, crying loudly and harder than he had in so many years. So many tears fell that after a couple of minutes, a small puddle was beginning to form in front of his knees.

Japan felt two arms wrap tightly around him. He was startled and began to quiet down. In a bit, his sobbing was reduced to gasping breaths and a couple tears at a time.  The dark haired man accepted the invitation and laid his head on Italy's shoulder, burying his face in his shirt. Unconsciously, he put his arms around Feliciano as well, grasping his shirt and bunching it in a loose fist.


The redhead held Nihon, who was still shaking visibly. His breath was hot on his neck and shoulder.  Italy didn't know what else to do. He had hugged him on instinct; his arms felt the need to reach out and embrace him.


"I heard… you calling me…" The island nation spoke softly, breaths shaky.  "You sounded… so scared… ……I thought… that you had gotten attacked by a demon or something…"

"I'm sorry…." Italy whispered.

"I panicked and began running through the halls, throwing open all the doors…." Japan continued.

"I'm sorry…"

"A-and then I found you here. Sleeping. I … was fully expecting a fight whenever I found you…" At this point, Kiku began to cry a bit harder again.

"I'm sorry….!!" Italy exclaimed, a pang of guilt striking through him. Suddenly, he felt a wet warmness on his right cheek. He had begun crying, realizing what he had done to his friend. "I was just trying to call you…. I was scared that you wouldn't find me before dark… And when I looked into the darkness outside the room, I felt so scared…" He sniffled, his nose running slightly from crying. "But Kiku, this room feels so peaceful to me, I accidentally fell asleep…"

"I feel the peacefulness as well, Italia-kun…"  Japan lifted his head from Italy's shoulder, drying his face on his long sleeves. "…It's okay… I know that you're safe now."

Italy placed a hand back in his lap, using the other to wipe his eyes. "Ehehe~ But… we're both okay now, right? We only need to find Doitsu, and then we can leave.~" A happy smile took its usual place on the nation's face. He stood up, reaching a hand down to help his friend up.

Japan took his hand and was brought to his feet as well. "Un." He smiled back. Looking down, Japan realized Italy was still holding his hand from helping him up and blushed. He stopped to think for a moment, and then let go of the hand and turned to Italy. Standing on his toes and putting his hands on the pasta lover's arm for balance, he placed his lips on Feliciano's cheek. He quickly turned his back to Italy, taking his hand again. His face was burning red, but he felt satisfied. I hope… that was okay with him…~
Italy stared at Japan's back for a moment, surprised.  He let out a sigh and smiled.


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"Italiaaaaa!! Nihoooonnn!!"

Japan looked at Italy, his eyes full of hope. "Italia-kun, did you hear that voice just now?"

"Un!! It sounded like Doitsu~!" Italy smiled excitedly.

Japan walked through the room's doors, pulling Italy with him. As they entered into the darkness, Japan could sense Italy's fear, so he gave his ally's hand a squeeze.

"Nihon!! Italia!" Germany came into view of the two, the dimming light from the room seeping into the dark halls through the doors.

"Doitsu-san!"

"Doitsuuuu~!"


The members of the Axis were all excited to be together again, happy that they could finally leave the mansion as it was getting dark.


"Ahh, but how will we find our way out of here?" Germany asked, scratching his head.

"Doitsu-san, I went around the entire mansion looking for Italia-kun… I believe I can be trusted to find the way out." Japan smiled determinedly.

"Alright, let's go then. Lead us, Nihon." Germany commanded.


~ FIN ~