The smell of blood reached him. The fire was burning all around him, some of it igniting the corpses around him, making the smell worse. The fire spread onto building and the landscape, engulfing everything that it touches, leaving nothing behind but ashes. It was a normal occurrence to war. Along with the sound of gunfire and bullet holes when weapons as such were first made. Which made war even worse then it had been. Though he didn't know how it was possible. War was always bad not matter how you looked at it. He personally thought that it never got worse, just that people started to get more creative on how to kill. He couldn't figure out if it was sick or not.
Italy looked around him. He didn't know who attacked, but it was obvious to him that this isn't the end of it. No matter how many wars end there is always another, no matter how much it was attempted to avoid. In the end there always was one. He personally didn't know how people got trough it without going insane. Especially the older nations like himself. His thoughts automatically went to Russia. Maybe not everyone escaped from the fate.
"Italy?" He heard a rough, yet gentle voice call to him to his left. He blinked and looked. He didn't know he entered a daze. He took another looked around and saw that the fire has died down a bit. He looked back to the person who spoke to him.
"Germany." Said nation looked at him with worry etched in his face. The blonde looked the Italian over. He looked like...to put it simply...like hell. His clothes looked like they went through the shredder as well as his body. The look of his eyes scared him the most though. They were empty, vacant of all emotion. The German walked up closer to him. He held out a hand.
"Come on, let's get you patched up." Italy's vacant eyes looked at the extended hand then back to Germany's face, but made no move to take the hand. "Afterward we can eat some pasta." Italy still didn't move. Germany started to get more worried. He has seen the same symptoms before, from his older brother, Gilbert, before he lost it all and faded away. Germany grabbed Italy's hand and did a gentle tug, but he stood rooted to the spot. Germany sucked in a sharp breath.
"Come on Feliciano, we need to go..."
Italy blinked at him. He heard his name and felt Germany grabbed his hand. He wanted to leave as much as he did, but his body refused to move. He told it multiple times, but nothing. Maybe, just maybe he didn't escape the fate after all.
Curse you Youtube and your Dark Hetalia vids! Anways as stated this came to me while listen to stuff on youtube and had to write it. I have no clue if I am going to expand on it, especially since I can't do accents at all. Well...See ya~