RINGRING. CLICK.
"GERMANEEE! Help me, help me! I went to go and buy pasta, but the Allies were there! Also, someone bought my pasta and now there isn't any left! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
"I'm coming Italy." Germany put down the phone and rubbed his eyes wearily. Japan sighed silently, just as Germany stood up. "Come on. Let's go and bail Italy out."
"G-Germany!" sobbed Italy, waving his white flag furiously. America held him around the neck, grinning triumphantly. "Japan!"
"HAHAHAHA! The Allies win!" declared America.
"Yes, aru!" China cheered, actually high fiving Russia, who was surprised but pleased at the inclusion. England smiled proudly (he was secretly pleased at America) and France danced around.
"What do you want America?" Germany muttered, thoroughly annoyed and embarrassed at Italy being caught again.
America's grin grew wider. "Hold him!" He shouted, handing Italy to Russia. Italy quaked in fear, while Russia grinned creepily.
"We will become one, later, da?" he whispered in the smaller nation's ear. Italy wailed in terror. Japan made a move forward, but found a gun pointing at his head.
CLICK. "Don't move, axis of evil!" France smirked, holding a gun to Germany's head. Germany and Japan exchanged glances.
There was no way for them to escape. If they turned and ran, they'd be dead before they made it around the corner. If they tried to get Italy, the Allies would kill him. If they stayed where they were, they'd be dead anyway.
"What are you doing?" hissed Germany. America smirked, leveling the gun between Germany's eyes.
"Today, your reign of terror ends! Today, the Allies WIN!" shouted America, and before Japan could move, America had pulled the trigger. Japan screamed.
"GERMANY!"
There was a blur of blue and red, and suddenly America was staring in bemusement in at Germany, who was lying underneath Italy. America looked over at Russia, who was scowling angrily and sporting a broken arm.
"Wha...?"
Italy got up, picking up his white flag. Calmly, he ripped the bottom part off, pulling a long, steel sword from it and pointing it at America. Japan saw his chance and rushed over to the shocked Germany. "Germany-san, are you okay?"
"J-ja..."
France looked angry. "Hey, stop!" he yelled, and he and the other allies began approaching.
SWISH. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Italy remarked casually, pressing the tip of his sword hard enough into America's throat to make him bleed. America yelped in pain and fear. England clenched his fists, watching in horror as blood trickled down America's neck and onto his shirt. "Stay away from MY Germany."
"W-well there's 5 of us aru and only 3 of you!" China declared. "What are you going to do?"
"Italy... Maybe we should leave..." Germany started, coming over, Japan following.
"He's right, Itary-san. Ret's reave."
And that's when Italy opened his eyes.
Madness. Utter madness lay in the brown-reddish eyes. Hatred, cruelty and hopelessness and so many other negative emotions swirled around in the pits of his eyes, but madness stood out. Italy growled in a non human like way, forcing America to take a step back as he pressed his sword even harder into his throat.
"No. Nobody threatens MY Germany and gets away with it. Nobody scares MY Germany and gets away with it. Nobody hurts MY Germany and gets away with it. NO ONE!" he screamed suddenly. His left eye twitched and a mad grin spread over his face. "I'll kill you. I"LL KILL YOU!"
All of a sudden, he lunged for America, trying to force his sword through his neck. Japan, quick as ever, grabbed Italy's arms, and held him back as the red haired nation screamed and struggled and thrashed wildly, sword in hand.
"Italy! Calm down!" cried Germany, trying to reach his best friend- the one who was not the utter despair and horror that this being was. Italy screamed even louder.
"NO! I won't let you take MY GERMANY! NOT THIS TIME! NOT EVER AGAIN! He's MINE, MINE, MINE, UNDERSTAND? MINE!" Italy tried to get to America again, who was wide eyed, staring at Italy. England tore past the American nation, grabbing Italy by the hair, and forcing him to look up.
"STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY FROM MY GERMANY!" Italy growled like a wolf, baring his teeth at England.
"Italy, Italy, it's alright, nothing's happened, not for years..." he muttered, casting nervous glances at the other nations. "We're not in there anymore, Germany-"
"Germany?" Italy paused, staring at England. "Germany?"
"Yes, right here!" England gestured desperately at Germany, who moved forward helpfully. "Look see, he's not dead! He's alive!"
"Germany!" Italy cried, ripping himself from Japan's grasp (how he managed to hold on that long he would never know) and flinging himself at the blond, shocked and scared man. He closed his eyes, once again becoming the happy hyper nation he was. He wrapped his arms around Germany, hugging him. "YAY!" he laughed. "PASTAAA!"
England sighed in relief- just as Italy turned back. "~Ve~ I'm so sorry, Iggy! I didn't mean to have a breakdown!" He gasped, seeing America's neck through his partially closed eyes. "Oh no! I didn't hurt anyone did I? It's just all those un-nice memories came back of everyone dying and the Thing-"
England immediately looked scared again, and began trying to shut Italy up as he blabbered on. "-And it wasn't very nice at all, but luckily we managed to- Mpnf!" England clapped a hand over Italy's mouth, and he laughed. "Oopsy~ve~ Sorry Igirisu!" he shouted joyfully, hugging England as well. "It's nice to talk about it and eat pasta again, ~ve~ that's all!" he twirled around, sliding his sword back into his white flag and waving it.
Then he saw the other Allies. "WARGH! Germany! Germany! Heeelp! The Allies are here! AHHHH!" Italy screamed, and he took off, blubbering and screaming. England yelled out angrily and raced after him.
"... What was that?" breathed China, who was still by Russia's side, helping him fix his arm.
"I don't know..."
"That was strange..."
"Italy..." Germany said. He knew that his view on the sweet little nation would be changed forever. Now he knew why Italy didn't open his eyes for anyone- but what were these mysterious memories?
"Did Itary-san say Igirisu?" Japan asked suddenly, looking up from where he was on the ground.
"Ja," Germany replied, turning his back on where America had burst into tears and France was fussing over him, "Why?"
"Werr... An ord Japanese word for 'Engrand' is Igirisu... But I can't imagine where Itary-san courd have heard it from, even I don't use words rike that anymore..." Japan replied, tapping his chin and looking at the other nations.
"Angleterre..." France said, looking over at where England and Italy had disappeared around the corner. "What was he talking about...?"
"Do they- hic- know something we don't?" America asked, wiping his eyes. "And Iggy isn't big on the old words... even if he is a gentleman..."
"I'm so sorry Igirisu... I didn't mean to have a breakdown..." Italy groaned. He was slumped behind a convenient pillar on the outside of a grand house. England sighed, and handed him a drink. "Fuck... They're going to suspect now..."
"You think?" the other muttered, swigging his own drink. Then he sighed. "Look, I get it, OK? Being stuck in that mansion with those motherfuckers... And you..." he trailed off, looking at the Italian nation, who had opened his eyes the moment they were out of sight of the other nations. His red hair fell over his face, but it wasn't long enough to disguise the sadness in his eyes. The vengeful madman had gone, forced to back of his mind. "Itaria..." he started, laying a hand on Italy's shoulder.
Italy shrugged it off and stood up. "No. Fuck this. Fuck that mansion! And that stupid reality!" he crouched down again, glaring straight at England. "We have to do everything we can to prevent that from ever happening again! Because it's only you and me, Igirisu. We need to protect the others!"
England hauled himself up. "Yes, you're right! We've been given another chance with our fellow nations... Let's not fuck it up!" he declared, and the two grabbed each others hands. England gazed into the eyes of the bravest man he'd ever known, but the saddest.
And Italy stared into the eyes of the wisest man he'd ever know, but the most broken.
"Never again..."