FIRST ONESHOT SO DON'T BLAME ME IF IT SUCKS.
P.S THIS IS MY VERSION OF EP 20 AXIS POWERE AFTER ITALY TOOK THE PIN OFF THE BOMB.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA
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( GERMANY POV)
"HOLY MERRY MOTHER OF GODDESS" Germany scram as he saw the active bomb ticking inside Italy's stomcah.
"Germany! Calm-a down, i did what-a you told me to, no?" Italy tried but failed to reassure his panicked German friend.
"Calm down?CALM DOWN! Zhere is a FICKEN BOMB IN ZOUR CHEST AND YOU VANT ME TO CALM DOWN" Germany half-screamed half-panicked thinking about how his friends body would be blown up from the inside.
" Relax-a Germany, a nice plate of-a pasta always cheers me ~~" Italy said with a dreamy look on his face.
" GIBT ES EINE BOMBE IN IHREM MAGEN UND SIE GEBEN NICHT EINMAL ZWEI SCHEIBT DARUBER! ES WIRD SIE SIE ARSHLOCH ZU TOTEN!" Germany screamed in fear.
"What did you say-a Germany? You sound-a like your saying i'm-a going to di-" Before the word could be said, a large explosion exploded at where italy stood 2 seconds ago.
Germany could only watch with fear as he looked at where his only-no best friend was standing 4 seconds ago.
"N..No...You can't be dead already. I protected you from France, England from invading your country even Bulgaria and he is in the Axis...Only for you to die by my hands." Germany let his tears loose as he rememberedthe cheerful times he shared with his pasta loving young friend.
"Hey-a Germany, I found-a some pasta. Would you like some?" A strange yet familiar italian voice could be heard coming towards Germany
" Great!Now i'm going insane, I'm hearing the voice of my dead friends spirit." Germany mumbled/cried.
"Dead? I'm not dead-a Germany, I just-a back from buying pasta." The voice was much closer now.
" I really am going insane too be imagining the voice of Italy." Germany continued to berate himself, unaware of the presense that moved in front of him.
Italy not knowing what had happened to his strong friend Germany moved in front of him to hear was he was mumbling about. Now knowing, he produced an evil unlike Italy evil grin and said in the most creepiest sound he could produce.
" Yes Germany, i am the spirit of ... I will haunt you forever if you don't give me pasta~~" Italy said with a ghostly sound.
Germany after hearing that stood up and had an extremly pissed off face.
" Oh hello Italy" Germany said his once thought dead friend's name with great distaste. " You would like some pasta, ya? How about you have one of Germany's most famous pasta" The more he said the more he gritted his teeth while he clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white.
"Eh...heh...heh come on-a now Germany." Italy said nevously as he could sense the angry aura coming from his friend. Taking a step back whereas Germany took one step foward. He sprinted behind him as an angry German holding an AK-47 while shouting for him to stop chased after him.
"GET BACK HERE! LET ME TEACH YOU MOHAMAD SKANDI ABOUT PASSIVE RESISTANCE." All throughout the day Italy was chased by a rampaging psycotic German unti they both retired to their individual beds.
THE END
WHILE READERS, THATS THE END OF MY FIRST ONESHOT AND IT WON'T BETHE LAST AS I PLAN TO WRITE MORE ONESHOTS IN THE FUTURE AND I HOPE TO SEE YOU GUYS SOON.
TATA