Hetalia and all related characters and concepts belong to Hidekazu Himaruya and Gentosha Inc.

~Written by B.

Italy was waiting for his pasta sauce to be done when he heard a knock on the door. "Ve, someone's here! I wonder who it could be, has Romano come early?" He opened the door and was faced with beige fabric. Confused, he looked up. It was Russia.

The big man towered over Italy with a calm smile on his face. This did not seem to match the gun in his left hand. "Aaaah! Mr. Russia please don't hurt me," Italy babbled. "You're so big and I'm so small and you have a gun! Why did you bring a gun, guns are scary! Oh, please Mr. Russia, I don't want to be killed, I surrender!" he shouted, violently waving one of his signature white flags.

Russia gave a laugh. "Of course you do, small one," he said, patting the trembling Italy on the head. Where do those many white flags of his come from, I wonder? "I am not here at this moment to cause you harm," he said pleasantly. "I am through with my torturing for the day. You see, I am needing you to sign this." He brought a document out from his pocket.

Italy looked at the document with a dazed look. "But the gun... It's so scary I don't want to see it! Why do people have guns, I don't like it. I think no one should have them they suck! They're too loud and hurtful! Ve, without guns the world would be nicer I think..." he trailed off, then realized who he was talking to. The tall Russian was looking down at him with a frighteningly still face. "But I'm sure your gun is better than other peoples' guns, it's totally okay if you have one, come on in!" He jumped out of the way for the big man and shook as they sat themselves down in the den.

"Stopping with the worry, my talkative friend. I merely need you to sign here," he said, pointing to the line at the bottom of the page. "I have just brought the gun in the event that things do not go as planned. I am hoping we understand each other, da?"

Italy gave him a blank look. "Well sure, you have an important thingamabob you want me to sign! Let me see it," he said, grabbing at it like a child.

"Why is that?" he asked, cocking his head to one side. He held the document higher, out of the small Italian's reach.

"Uhh," Italy shrank back and looked sheepishly at Russia. "Mr. Germany always told me not to sign things until I read them! He was so nice to me, I should visit him again sometime. He trained me so good! So if I could see it..." he said, hesitating.

"Of course, comrade," replied Russia. He held the page out to Italy.

Italy took it and looked it over. There are a lot of big words here, it will take forever to read them all. "Uuuh so I totally read all of it but why do you want me to do...whatever it says here?"

"Oh," replied Russia, "See, I am in the market for a new summer home. Your beaches are quite nice and so I have decided to take them for myself." He smiled.

Italy returned the smile and signed the page. "Well why didn't you just say so?" he said loudly. "It's true the beaches are really nice and sunny and everyone is really happy there it's a great place to build you're new house! Vee, you're always welcome to visit here, Mr. Russia!"

"Well of course I am, I own you now," he said casually, stuffing the document back into his pocket. He ruffled Italy's hair and left, taking his gun with him.