Waving Flag
An Axis Powers Hetalia Fanfiction
Prologue
They were on the training ground again. Germany and Italy, although working together, had lost another battle to the combined forces of America and England. As usual, Italy was all smiles, frolicking about and thinking about pasta, but Germany was tired of it. He had been doing all that he could to ensure their success in the war, and he would not let his effort be wasted by a single person. His ally, of all people. He would not stand for it.
Thus, another hand-grenade throwing session was born.
"Alright, Italy, for the last time," Germany had been saying, the words only slipping through his gritted teeth but still completely audible, "throwing hand grenades properly is a very important skill on the battlefield. So we're going to try again and we'll see if you can get it right this time. Okay?"
Everyone, even the people who weren't there, knew that Italy would, in fact, not get it right that time, but the Italian himself was still sparkling with enthusiasm. "Yes, sir!" he cried, gripping the said weapon firmly in his hand.
Germany decided to trust him for the time being. Maybe belief was all he needed. "Right. You may start. Oh, and remember: you throw the grenade – the bigger part of it. Don't bite it," he added quickly.
"Yes, sir! You can count on me, captain!"
"I certainly hope so," Germany muttered bitterly, but then held his head up high and looked competently at Italy. "On a count of three. One, two..."
He yelled three, and surprisingly, Italy bit off the pin and successfully detached the grenade from his hand. The man fell over, sure, but he had done it. Germany had never beamed at Italy so much in their lives together. He raised his Observation Diary, uncapped a pen, and began to take notes immediately, subconsciously waiting for the large boom that would resound far away. Italy's first successful hand grenade.
Italy could not share his joy, because unlike Germany, he had seen where the grenade landed. Germany was so distracted, writing on his log notebook, that he did not notice the tiny green death machine right beside his left foot. He could only stutter out an, "Uh...G-Germany?" before the boom came.
It was not as far as Germany expected it to be.
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A/N: Eghm. Hello, I'm back with another weird piece of literature (if you can call it that). If you've read another story of mine, 'Italy's Gone Wild', you'll notice that what just happened here in this story was kind of similar to what happened there, and that's really how it's supposed to be. I call it: 'Other Version of the Fanfiction'. Wherein Italy takes what had just happened more seriously than he did before. Yeah.
Oh, and I'm not sure if I'm the first one who had this sort of idea, so if it's unoriginal or something, I'm sorry. D: I just really want to get writing again.
So...enjoy, I guess? I hope? orz