I don't own Hetalia

Italy was starting to get sick and tired of always being dubbed the useless weak one. People thought that they could bully him and get away with it. Okay so maybe he had a tendency to run away and his preferred weapon of choice was a white flag but really he did have an evil side! Just no one else had ever seen it (including himself). Well today he was determined; he would rediscover his evil side!

Italy peered through his high power binoculars he had swiped from Germany. He was currently balancing precariously on a branch outside Russia's house. Yes Russia's house. After thinking and thinking and eating some pasta and pondering some more he decided that he would learn from the best; Russia

Russia could make any country cower in fear. When Russia entered the room he had seen Latvia shake so hard that he would have put an earthquake to shame.

So he had set off to find him, and where better to look than his house? Italy had never really understood how Russia scared the living daylights out of everyone but here was his chance; observing the target in action.

Suddenly the branches beside his rustled and Belarus peered cautiously out. She was decked in what could be spy gear with a similar pair of binoculars around her neck. Upon noticing Italy she glared at him suspiciously

"What business do you have with brother?" she hissed menacingly.

"N-nothing" Italy stammered his self preservation skills kicking in "I'm so sorry please don't hurt me I'm not doing anything at all ve!"

"Then why are you in front of nee-sama's house, with a pair of binoculars?" she asked coldly.

"I u-uh I'll just be goin-" Italy caught himself before he could finish that sentence. He was here to observe Russia right? So for once he wouldn't run away

"I uh..."

"Spit it out"

"..."

Belarus was completely caught off guard with his response. It was almost cute; useless Italy wanting to learn from her nee-sama. It almost made her want to help him. Almost.

There was an awkward silence in which both Italy and Belarus watched Russia through their binoculars. Belarus finally gave in and spoke.

"Would you like me to give you some basic advice?" she asked vaguely "after all I've been near Brother all my life."

"Ve?" Italy looked up surprised "that would be great!"

Belarus nodded going straight to business "Well the first the thing I've noticed that strikes the most fear into anyone's heart is his kolkol-ing. You will have to master this along with a scary aura. Also the lead pipe he carries around as it is always good to be armed. You may also think of getting a long light brown coat..." she looked up from her speech to see Italy furiously jotting notes. She had never seen him like this. Seeing Italy a couple of times had made her conclude he wasn't really the type to stay focussed on something for long. He must have really wanted this.

She sighed staring off into the distance, thinking of her brother, not realizing she had suddenly fallen silent.

"Ve are you okay?" Italy asked?

"Huh?" she asked suddenly being brought out of her daze "I'm fine."

"Ve hug hug!" Italy said enthusiastically completely forgetting they were in a tree. Belarus dodged quite easily but Italy flew straight out of the branches landing with a massive thud on the ground.

Russia was enjoying a quiet afternoon. It was one of those rare days in which his sister hadn't stalked him so he was going to relax as much as possible. One found it hard to relax when there was someone breathing down your back chanting MARRIAGE MARRIAGE MARRIAGE.

All of a sudden a massive thud brought him out of his thoughts. Who was disturbing one of his rare peaceful afternoons? Donning his long tan coat and grabbing his pipe he went out to investigate.

Italy was sprawled on his stomach underneath a large tree with a pair of binoculars and leaves sticking out of his hair.

"KOLKOLKOLKOL" Russia chanted, a scary purple aura appearing around him, his pipe clutched in one hand at the ready. He had come out into the cold for this?

"Vee Belarus was right that's what makes you scary," Italy cried before beating a hasty retreat.

Russia straightened up watching the retreating figure kicking up clouds of snow. Italy was a strange little country. He turned to go back in.

"Brooootheeer~~" a creepy voice sang "did you finally come out to get married married married?"

And the day had started out so well.

Author's notes: hi this is my first time writing fan fiction :D

Please try not to flame too much unfortunately I don't have a fire extinguisher D: but advice and stuff is welcomed (:

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