You hummed a little tune as you walked the path to your Italian friend's house, Feliciano, who represents Italy. He called you and told you he wanted you to come over to celebrate New Year, saying he had a surprise. He seemed pretty ecstatic about it, no surprise there – he always seems ecstatic.
When you reached, you knocked on his door lightly.
"Just-a come on in, (your name)! The door is not locked." Came the reply.
That's weird. Usually he would come out and greet you with a happy grin. That was one of the things you loved about him. Shrugging it off, you stepped in.
You spotted him in the kitchen, his back facing towards you. He was wearing a brown suit and a weird little hat on his head.
"Probably another one of his silly fashion sense." You thought, and noticed a bowl of pasta on the island in the kitchen.
"Just-a go ahead and eat the pasta, (your name). I decided to try out a new recipe, and I wanted you to try it first." He said, his back still facing towards you. Pouring wine, you supposed.
You sat on the chair and starting eating the pasta. After taking one bite, you furrowed your brows together. It tasted weird, unlike anything Feliciano usually prepared for you to eat.
"Feli, what did you put in this?" you said, while rolling the weird taste around your tongue.
"Oh, a little this and that-a. Do you not like it?" He said.
That's when you noticed that he didn't have the same cheerful tone of voice he usually has. Maybe he was sick? That's probably why his pasta doesn't taste the same as usual.
"Feliciano, are you okay? Do you have a cold or something?" You said, frowning.
You walked over to the other side of the island, where he was and tapped his shoulder softly.
"Oh. No, not at all. Why do you think so?" He turned around and you saw his eyes.
You gasped in shock. His eyes were magenta in color and red flecks surrounded his irises. Was he wearing lenses? But it looked so real..
"Feli..? Is that you?" you said, unable to tear your gaze from his eyes.
"Of course it's me, (your name). Don't you recognize me?" he purred and his eyes glinted.
"B-but.." You stuttered.
"But? What's wrong, bella?" He said and inched closer, eyes cold and lips unsmiling.
I swallowed, and I backed away. This wasn't the Italy I know.
"Who are you? Where's Feliciano?!" I said as my back hit the island.
"I'm Feliciano. Who else would I be? Oh, unless you mean that silly looking idiot. The other Feliciano." He said as his eyes glinted with hatred and menace.
"Where is he?" you said sticking my chin out, unwilling to back down.
He chuckled and placed both his hands behind you on the island, stopping you from going anywhere.
"He's not here. He ran off, to that German, I suppose. How very pathetic." He took a knife out from his pocket and looked at it with amusement.
"I've been watching both of you from a far for a long time. That idiot doesn't know how lucky he is." He growled. "It disgusts me that I envy him and the way he can make you smile like that… Won't you smile for me, mi bella? Hm?" he chuckled and placed the knife on my cheek.
"He was too much of a coward to confess to you all that time. Today he actually was planning to confess, but no, I couldn't let that happen, could i?"
You winced as you felt a sharp pain on my cheek, feeling the blade cut in your skin while he chuckled darkly.
"You have such soft skin, bella." He leaned closer, and licked the blood from your cut slowly. "And such sweet blood…" he moaned, his warm breath tickling your ear.
You blushed. "You.. Who are you.." you choked the words out as he placed his lips on the crook of your neck, making way his way up to your jawline.
"I'm a dark alternative version of that idiot, if that's what you wanted to know." He smirked and licked the shell of your ear.
You shivered and placed your hands on his shoulders. Something about this situation was exciting and exhilarating; you didn't want it to stop there.
"Such a pleasant scent..." he chuckled and pressed his lips on yours roughly.
You made a little gasp but kissed him back, both wanting to taste each other.
His hands slid to your waist and he hoisted you up on the island without difficulty. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him close. He smirked and pushed you down without breaking the kiss.
You clutched his hair along with his strange curl and tugged on it roughly, needing the air to breathe. Your breath came out as shallow pants when you separated.
"Fuck.. don't.." he growled as you pulled him away using his hair. You looked up in his eyes and saw that it glinted a darker shade of magenta.
Only taking one breath, he aggressively pushed you back down again, rougher and faster than before. He let out an animalistic growl in the back of his throat as you tugged on his hair again.
Finally, he parted away from you again, breathless. He looked down at you, his eyes piercing through yours and his lips tilted upwards slowly.
"You and I are going to have a very, very long new year." He smirked.
With that said, that was the very first day of the year and the beginning of our abnormal relationship.