Today is a great day in the var. Today is the first day our new ally Russia spends with the Axis Powers. However, Italy and Japan do not yet know about his change of heart. I already know that his initial being here and introductions vill not end vell…
"Germany! Germany! Let's do something fun today, Germany!"
I don't know vere or how he keeps finding the key to my house, but there he vas on top of me
vile I was in my bed early in the morning. I knew I couldn't really get mad at him for vaking me up so early, though, because here I was sleeping in ven I always pushed being avake early…
"Italy… get off!" I got up to throw him off of me. "Today ve are training! Ve have a new ally to add to the Axis Powers, and he needs to learn how ve do things around here!" I really didn't like yelling at him, but I knew I needed to be assertive and loud towards him if I vas going to be taken seriously as a military power.
Italy only stared at me for a moment, then he grinned once more.
"A new ally? Who is it? Who is it?" he pestered. "Come on, Germany, you can tell me! We're friends!"
There he goes vith the friend card again. Maybe I could phrase it in a way he would understand?
"I vant it to be a surprise. You can tell Japan about our getting a new ally, but don't push trying to figure out who he is. He should be getting here at any minute now, anyway." I really don't know vy I didn't want him or Japan to know. Maybe I was telling the truth about vanting it to be a surprise, after all?
"Oh. Okay, then!" Italy jumped off of my bed and ran off to vake Japan. He was so annoying a lot of the time, yet there vas something about his vill to please that I liked. I mean, at least he's trying.
It vasn't for another few hours that someone knocked on the door. Almost immediately, Italy began to run around the house, happily shouting "Visitor~! Visitor~!" This shouting attracted Japan to the door as vell, curious to see the newcomer. I pushed past the two to get to the door and open it.
Once Russia's face was in view, all traces of happiness and giddiness instantly vanished in the cold vibe Russia gave off. Both Italy and Japan had expressions of shock and fear painted onto their faces at the sight of our tall, scarved new ally. Even I had to admit I was a little intimidated by him.
"Hello, Germany. I'm sorry I took so long getting here," he greeted with his soft, innocent voice and sweet smile.
"Germany… is this the new ally Italy was speaking of?" Japan asked timidly. He was shaking a little.
"Yes," I answered sternly. "Russia has recently left the Allies after being kicked out my America, and vishes to join us. The more allies for the Axis Powers, the better, so I couldn't refuse." I vatched Russia carefully as he valked inside and went straight for Italy.
"WAAAAH!" Italy screamed as he vaved his vite flag frantically in Russia's face. "Don't hurt me! I have friends in Moscow, you know!" Completely ignoring Italy's frantic screams, Russia took the vite flag and snapped the stick it was tied to with one hand. That was enough to stun me and send me into shock.
"I don't think Germany approves of you using tools like this in battle," he said in his sweet, qviet voice. "Maybe if you used real weapons you wouldn't be losing so badly all the time."
"Okay, hold it right there!" I snapped, stepping forward. "I don't know vhat the heiarchy vas like in the Allies, but here you verk under my rules, and only I have the right and authority to yell at Italy!"
Russia only looked at me, still smiling. "Oh. I apologize. I only thought I was helping. I'll be quiet, then." I blinked in surprise at this response as he stepped avay from Italy. Still, the Italian didn't put down his flag.
"V… very vell, then. Thank you." I cleared my throat to get the odd situation out of my head. Maybe all Russia ever needed vas some discipline, like an unruly dog? "Okay! Russia, I velcome you to the Axis Powers! But I vill varn you now that it vill not be easy living here! You vill be dealing vith harsh environments and your strength and intellect vill be strongly tested!"
"Sounds like fun. All the Allies ever did was have boring meetings that went nowhere," he ansvered.
I blinked in surprise again, then shook it off. "Vell, I suppose if you think training is fun, then that's a bonus for the both of us." Russia held up his hand in a salute.
"I won't fail you, I promise. I fight to win."
"Good… It seems you've taken longer to get here than I originally thought, so vhy don't ve all get to know each other better over dinner?" I suggested. At the mere mention of dinner, Italy was already bolting towards the kitchen, shouting "I'll make pasta! I'll make pasta!"
"I suppose I could make some roe, then," Japan added before following Italy into the kitchen. I nodded vonce and stood there in silence for a moment before an idea came to me.
"Vhy don't I make some vurst, too, so you can get a feel for the food of all our homes?" I asked Russia. I don't know vhy I felt so friendly tovards him.
"That sounds fun," he ansvered. "I can't wait." He valked off to the dining room and sat patiently at the table, and I vent into the kitchen to prepare my meal of vurst, potatoes, and beer.
"Wine and… PASTA!" Italy said enthusiastically as he set the plate and glass in front of our new ally. I suppose vhen pasta and people vanting to eat pasta came into the situvation, he knew no fear.
"Here is some traditional Japanese roe and some sake for you to try," Japan said as he set his dish in front of Russia. Then it was my turn.
"Here is some Germany vurst and mashed potatoes, vith beer to vash it down." I offered a bit of a smile as I set them beside the other two meals.
"Wow, they look delicious. None of you really had to spoil me, but I appreciate you making me feel like part of the family," Russia said vith his sveet smile. I paused after he spoke. A family? I never thought of us in that vay before. I guess it was true… in a vay. But it still sounded odd.
"Do not worry, please," Japan said. "Despite what the Allies always say, we're good men who mean well. We just have different ideals, is all." He smiled at Russia, vhich looked hard for. It didn't seem like he vanted to be nice to Russia at all.
"Pasta, pasta, try the pasta first!" Italy cried excitedly. Russia did as he vas told and popped a forkful of Fettuchene Alfredo into his mouth.
Then, suspense.
He vas silent for a moment as he chewed, and even after he svallowed he vas silent vith thought, contemplating the taste of the foreign dish. Finally, he grinned and raised a hand to declare his decision.
"PASTAAA!"
His joyful shout echoed throughout the house before he scarfed down the rest of the noodles. Italy was overjoyed to hear this, and began to dance around the room, singing "He loves it! He loves it!" Unfortunately for him, Russia didn't find vine all that tasty.
After finishing Italy's dish, he moved onto Japan's. Seafood didn't seem to appeal to him much, he had said, and claimed that the sake was bland. He vas very blunt about it, as if he vanted to make Japan mad.
Then it vas my turn.
Vithout a verd, just like vith the other two meals, Russia picked up a fork and started to eat. He said nothing as he moved on from the vurst to the potatoes. I don't know why I wanted to know vhat he thought of my food to badly, but I couldn't help it. I could rest easy knowing my food was at least considered better than England's.
"This is… amazing!" he told me. "Delicious!"
"R…really?" I asked in surprise. He nodded once.
"Very burly, and very warm," he complimented. "After tasting this, I can't wait to taste beer." He picked up the mug and took a sip. A pause. Then he gulped the rest of the mug down. After tasting the three three beverages, his face vas slightly red from the alcohol.
"Delicious! Beer is amazing!" he said, sounding slightly obnoxious from his drinks. "Why don't the three of you take a seat and have a drink? We can celebrate future victories of the Axis Powers!"
Unable to pass up an offer for beer, I smiled and agreed to this. Italy and Japan hesitated before agreeing as vell.
I can tell you now that that night was probably the most fun I've had since the var started.
Two days after Ivan joined the Axis Powers, we started our training with him for the first time. All three of the were lined up in front of me.
"Okay, roll call!" I shouted.
"Uno!"
"Ni!"
"Tri!"
"Good! Now today I—" I paused for a moment ven I noticed something odd. Very odd. Russia seemed shorter. I looked down at his feet to see that he vas sinking into the ground!
"What the holy Fuhrer is going on?" I shouted in shock.
"Oh, England must be trying to perform witchcraft again," Russia answered as if it was a normal thing. Before I could ask him vat he meant, he sunk right into the ground. I vas scared stiff by this, Japan let out a yell and froze, and Italy shrieked and ran off. It vas a few hours until ve saw Russia again, and the three of us agreed that it vould be best not to qvestion him about it.
"Roll call!" I shouted during training that next day.
"Uno!"
"Ni!"
"T…tri…!"
I blinked in surprise at Ivan's response and looked at him. His face vas red, and he vas sveating a little. He vas also in his complete vardrobe: coat, scarf, and all.
"Russia…" I started, feeling slightly vorried for his health. "Aren't you hot in that heavy jacket?"
"No… I'm fine…" he answered, sounding slightly out of breath. It vas amazing sometimes how he could keeo that smile on his face throughout all this. I decided to let him be.
Later that day, vile the four of us vere running, Italy came running up to me in a panic.
"Russia! He… he collapsed! I think he died or something, Germany!" he shrieked. This surprised me. Of course, I knew better than to believe his exaggerated ending, but something vas definitely vrong vith Russia. I made Italy lead me to vere he had collapsed.
Sure enough, there he vas, lying pathetically on the ground. Italy watched him for a moment, then poked his shoulder. He jumped when Russia twitched.
"Knock it off! He isn't dead! Only overheated. Running around in that giant coat and scarf can't be good for him out here," I told him.
Russia didn't vake back up until the three of us had dragged him inside and set a tovel soaked in ice vater on his forehead. At first he vas dazed, but the first thing out of my mouth voke him right up.
"That's it! That jacket is coming off! You'll die from heat stroke if you keep training in that thing!" His eyes widened almost instantly.
"No! You can't make me!" he vailed childishly.
"Take it off!"
"No!"
At our next training session, Russia was nervously trying to cover himself up vile in a muscle shirt. I never realized how self conscious he vas about his looks.
"Roll call!" I shouted.
"Uno!"
"Ni!"
"…Tri…!"
"To make up for lost time during the incident yesterday, today ve are vonce again vorking on cardio! Five laps, all of you!" I took off running, and the three followed. After about tventy minutes of running, I heard a loud shriek from Russia that made me stop in my tracks.
I couldn't help but to feel a little cautious now. After all, anything that makes Russia scream in terror is a formidable opponent indeed. I quickly drew my gun and ran to Russia's aid. It didn't take him long to find me and duck behind me for safety.
"R…Russia? Vat's vrong?" I asked in surprise. A hissing voice stopped him from answering.
"Come on, big brother… Stop trying to run from me! Let's just get married already…" The voman who owned the voice drew nearer and nearer. She resembled a demon faintly with her expression the vay it vas.
"Go away!" Russia vailed.
"But I love you big brotherr… When will you understand that?"
"Hey!" I shouted, obviously brought into this earlier by being Russia's meat shield. "I don't know who you are, but this is my property and I don't appreciate trespassers!" I pointed my pistol at her.
"I don't need another obstacle getting in between me and my big brother…" The voman grabbed the barrel of my gun and shattered it. Normally I'm not vone to retreat, but I vill admit that after that happened Russia and I both ran out of ther at full speed, eventually picking up Italy and Japan to drag avay vith us.
In the shelter and safety of the indoors, Russia took a few minutes to catch his breath before smiling over at me.
"Germany… Thank you. For trying to help. Unfortunately, my sister is a very determined woman," he told me. I looked back at him and blinked before returning his smile warmly.
"It vas no problem, really. That's vat allies are for, right?"
"…Do you think you could refer to us as friends instead?" This qvestion caught me by surprise as vell, but my smile qvickly returned.
"Of course. Germany and Russia are friends, then."
