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Chapter 1: The Attack
Germay lay in his bed with his eyes closed. Without looking he knew Italy was laying next to him. He could hear the almost silent breathing of the brunette as he continued to sleep. The blonde turned to his side and opened his eyes. He was greeted with closed ones. A smile slowly spread on his face as he watched. Even in sleep, the Italian seemed excited.
Without disturbing him, Germany got up and headed to the bathroom so he could get ready for the day. When he got back to his room he found Italy sitting up on the bed.
"Ve, Germany, I thought you left without me!" Italy exclaimed with a pout.
Germany merely smiled at this and dug through his dresser to gethis uniform. He pulled on his pants and shirt. Looking back over at the bed, he found the brunette staring at him as he finished dressing. He turned towards the wall to hide his blush from the smaller man.
"I-Italy, you need to get up too."
The Italy smiled and jumped off the bed. Quickly, he ran at Germany and hopped onto his back, wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck.
"Italy!... I can... can't... breathe!" Germany managed to choke out.
Italy dropped off his back. "Sorry..." he said quietly as he looked to the ground.
"It's okay, Italy. Please just warn me next time."
"Okay!" Italy looked up and smiled. Suddenly he started jumping up and down. "Ve, Germany, I want pasta for breakfast!"
Germany was startled by the boy's sudden outburst. He didn't know why it still surprised him when Italy did this. He should be used to it by now. Sighing, he finished buttoning up shirt and turned to the Italian. "Alright, but you're making it."
"No problem." Italy answered as he ran out of the room.
Withing minutes, Germany could smell pasta cooking in the kitchen. He couldn't help but let a chuckle escape his lips. The longer someone lives with another, the better they should know each other, but for Germany, he just seemed to keep finding more mysteries about Italy that makes him feel like he know's nothing at all. Finally arriving downstairs, he found the brunette sitting at the table with a huge smile on his face.
The pasta was served and they both ate in silence, which came to a surprise to the German. Italy had always talked excitedly at the dinner table, especially if pasta was served. This also concerned him as he felt that something bad was going to happen.
When the meal was finished both stood (well, Italy more like jumped) up and took their dishes to the sink.
"Italy, is something wrong?" Germany asked as he leaned on the counter.
"No I'm fine," Italy said with a smile.
Germany smiled back, but he wasn't convinced. As he turned to leave, however, the brunette cried out in pain. "Italy!" Germany ran to his side. "You're not fine!"
Gasping, Italy clutched his chest. "I-I think Rome is being attacked!"
The change in the Italian's tone caught Germany off gaurd. He sounded so serious and scared.
"Italy, I need you to breathe," Germany tried to say calmly.
The brunette's breathing slowed a bit, but he was still whimpering from the pain. Germany helped him stand and took him to the couch so he could rest. Once he was safely placed there, the blonde ran to his phone and organized his army and the Italian army to defend Rome. Once everything was arranged he went back to his ally and spoke. "Italy, can you stand? We need to go."
"Yes, I'm alright," Italy replied as he struggled to stand.
Germany and Italy both immediatly took off to the smaller nation's capital. When they arrived what they found was not what they were expecting. Rome was burning and both Germans and Italians alike were falling to the Allies. The smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. Germany was seething with anger as Italy fell to his knees in horror.
"Italy stay close to me!" The blonde yelled.
The brunette nodded numbly as he stood again and followed closely to his friend. As they passed their soldiers on the ground they checked to see if they were alive. None of the troops they found were alive having been burnt or shot to death. There were also no enemy soldiers around. Germany wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Had all of their forces been eliminated so the Allied troops moved on to another area? He hoped that wasn't true, but soon enough he saw that it was.
He saw France off in the distance shooting down the Axis forces. Italy began to cry. Why was his big brother attacking his home?
"Italy, this isn't the time to fall apart! Come!" Germany yelled and he started running towards France.
Germany was glad that the Frenchman was facing the other way because right then, he tackled him to the ground. France gave a startle yelp as he fell, face first, into the mud. He sat up with his face covered in wet dirt. "What the hell?" France sputtered wiping his face.
Germany grabbed the front of the Frenchmen's shirt and punched him. "How dare you attack here!"
Italy stood a few feet away from both nations as Germany began to beat France. Fresh tears roled down the brunette's face. His nation's capital was now in ruins. An explosion near by caught Germany off gaurd and he dropped the defeated country, or atleast he thought he was down.
Germany's head turned towards the sound of the explosion. Right as France hit the ground he reached for his gun and and aimed at the shocked blonde. He smiled as his finger tightened on the trigger.
"Germany!" Italy yelled.
Germany looked around frantically at Italy's fightened call but was tackled before he could do anything. A shot rang out as he hit the ground. He looked over at France, who sat there with a smoking gun and a panicked expression. Immediatly Germany looked at who was on top of him and saw Italy. He wasn't moving. Sitting up, almost too fast, he laid the small nation on the ground. His eyes opened, but they were unfocused and his breathing was extremely irregular.
"Italy?" It then dawn on him that he was shot. Looking around for the bullet wound, he found none on the front, but turning him over he saw that the bullet had pierced his heart through the back, or where his heart had to be. Terror washed over him and he turned him back around. "Italy... Italy, answer me!"
Italy's head slowly turned to his friend. "Germany," he said with barely a whisper. He smiled. "I had to protect you. You couldn't move in enough time."
Germany felt his heart sink. Guilt slowly rose in him. 'It's my fault that Italy was shot' he thought. "Italy you need to stay with me..."
Italy swallowed slowly and raised his hand to Germany's face. "Germany, I lo..." He let out one last breath, his hand dropping to his side. His eyes were still open, but there was no life in them. Italy was dead.
Germany pulled the dead Italian into a hug and sobbed into his shoulder. Throwing his head up and looking to the sky he screamed. A loud, long scream. After he stopped, the battlefield went eerily quiet. He set Italy on the ground and turned to France who was still frozen in shock. Just then, the German felt anger surge through him causing him to charge at the other nation. Once again, he grabbed the front of the Frenchman's shirt jerking him back to reality. Germany raised his fist as tears fell from the older man's face.
"Italy!" France yelled. "That shot was meant for you! You-you-you... Nazi!"
Germany snapped and brought his fist down hard, but right before it made impact, a bright light enveloped everything. The light suddenly disappeared and Germany found himself in bed. He sat up fast and looked around.
"Germany?"
The blonde look to his side and found Italy sitting up drowsily, rubbing his eyes.