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“Bella, oh bella, come back to me bella, for I miss you so,” Luciano nearly sings in his admittedly incredibly alluring and smooth voice, but I’m not going anywhere. He’s tricked me once; that was how I got into this mess in the first place.

“Prego bella, I’m not going to hurt you,” he continues to speak sweetly. Oh no, he won’t hurt me. Yea, right. I’m staying here; you can say what you want.

“Bella, if you don’t come out by yourself, I’m going to have to play you a little song.”

Oh gods no! No, just no! If he starts playing-

“I know how you hate to lose to the music, so just come out willingly and I won’t have to play. Though it would be nice to play a bit on the old violin again.”

Oh, please Luciano, no! Maybe I should just come out from here. NO! I’d feel even worse if I did that. At least with the music I have no choice.

“Bella, I’m giving you a last chance here.” Go ahead, I’m not moving. He sighs.

“Have it as you wish bella, but don’t say I didn’t give you the chance to come out.”

Everything goes quiet for a short time, and I know it’ll only be for a short time; he’s never gone for long. But in this silence I have time to think. I could run, theoretically. But in reality, there has been spared no expense in making sure that I can’t get out, no matter how hard I try. All right, option one has been eliminated. Then what, scream for help? Not a good idea. Everyone within hearing range, if there are any, is a “friend” of Luciano, and they’d hand me over to him without a second thought. Option two: burned at the stake. Last option I can think of is “wait 'til he gets bored and hope he forgets all about you”, which is what I’m doing now. It isn’t going too well.

In the distance I can hear footsteps approaching and I curl into as tight a ball as I can, which is pretty tight in this kind of situation.

“Bella, this is your absolute final chance to come out and give me a big hug to say you’re sorry,” Luciano warns in a low tone of voice that wouldn’t be scary to anyone else, but to me… And he just had to add insult to injury; say I’m sorry. Never in a million years will I be sorry for this. Except I’m sorry I’m here in the first place.

I hear him sigh once again before a deafening silence ensues for only a few seconds. And then suddenly, the most addicting piece of music to ever have been played on a violin erupts through the entire house, I would imagine. Gods, it’s hard to sit still, but I have to! Or he’ll find me. And Luciano plays that instrument like a pro. I can’t find a single flaw in the melody that’s leaving his beloved violin. It’s fast-paced and invites you to dance along to the smooth tones; or more like orders you.

That stupid violin was how all of this started, and do I hate that thing! But at the same time I can’t help but love it. Until now it has brought so many melodies alive and made the notes dance together to make intricate and beautiful sounds.

If he keeps playing like that I won’t be able to stay in here for much longer. Which is why he’ll continue to play. He knows what that music does to me, hence the reason he uses it as “persuasion”.

As if he gets bored of just playing, Luciano suddenly starts to sing along to the melody just an octave down, smoothing out the melody further. Curse his violin; curse his voice!

And curse my body for not being able to hold itself back anymore, and my mind losing all control.

Suddenly, it’s not just Luciano’s violin playing anymore, but nearly an entire orchestra joins in, from nowhere; there are no other musicians around. I know the added instruments are just a part of the “magic” Luciano’s violin works on the mind, but with the added instruments, the grand piano in particular, the melody becomes ever the more addicting.

And I start dancing, coming out into the wide-open space of the ballroom I had been hiding in, to where Luciano stands dead in the center. I look at him for a short second, and I see a content and smug smile grace his, I’ll have to admit, handsome face. But it’s a special kind of handsome; an alluring, dark and dangerous kind, that must have drawn many a woman into trouble.

When I then look slightly down, I see his fingers and hands moving on the violin with such grace, that let alone they could have held me hypnotized for ages.

“Found you… bella,” Luciano whispers softly, but I can still hear it over the music playing.

He continues playing with the same smile on his face, his eyes closed in concentration and content. And I continue to dance, twirling around, my hair twirling with me, eyes closed in an attempt to hold onto the close-to-feeling of euphoria that the music induces.

And he plays and plays, until he suddenly comes to a halt on the highest note his violin can produce. All music stops at that point and my body immediately stops as well. No music; no reason to dance.

“My dearest bella,” Luciano calls out and I spin around to see him holding his arms wide open, a great smile on his face, “come to me and let me hold you tightly, to show you I have forgiven you for the things you have wrongly done.”

I slowly walk towards him, of course against my better judgment and will, my head hung low as if ashamed and apologetic. I know the smile that must be on his face is one of triumph and self-content. I would know, because I have seen it so many times before; too many times.

I halt about a meter away from him, my mind finally regaining some control, but this doesn’t seem to disturb Luciano, as he steps forward the rest of the way and envelops me in a large hug, that my body nearly instantly responds to.

“No need to be shy mia bella,” he coos gently and rests his face in my hair. So that’s what he thought happened. “I will never shun you, no matter what you have done. I shall treasure you forever, keep you safe.”

The next thing I know his face is gone from my hair and down at my neck, nibbling and kissing it gently, making me gasp in surprise.

“Come to me (y/n), come tonight, and I shall make you feel happiness and euphoria beyond what the music could ever give you. I’ll give you that tiny piece of heaven reserved especially for you, and make sure you never want to leave.”

Per dio, number four, and I'm still not done.
Now, it's 2P!Italy, that creepy ****. He's the only one of the 2P!'s that really scares me.
He's playing a violin because I think it fits him in some creepy way, and I know his way of speaking is a bit too theatrical, but that's only because he knows he has all the time in the world. 'Cause he knows he's gonna get you in the end no matter what.
I hope I got his personality right, and I'm sorry if I didn't.

I don't own Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does
I don't own you, 2P!Italy does
I own this stuff
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president-m-blue Apr 15, 2014  New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist
For some wierd reason I thought this was 2p Romano because it sounds alot more like him but amazing story :D
SuperQatarGirl Apr 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hm, perhaps. Though, to me, 2p!Romano would be a lot more "happy-go-lucky"
And thank you, I'm glad you liked it :)
Great work as always my friend~
SuperQatarGirl Apr 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, very much~
Your welcome~ I love 2p Italy!
SuperQatarGirl Apr 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It's rare I hear that, I must admit :)
XD no wonder, most of the Fics I've read of him depict him a sadistic guy. I think he's just a grump who needs a hug~ a damn good looking grump though... ;)
SuperQatarGirl Apr 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Correction: he's just an insane grump who needs a hug ;)
True that! Hahaha I also love 2p Canada (what is with me and the grumps?)
SuperQatarGirl Apr 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I think we all have a grump-lover in us, somewhere ;)
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