Germany's POV
Italy ran over to my house one day, excited. Well, more like he was shipped back. In a box. From the Allies. Again. But he was still excited, to say the least.
"Doitsu, Doitsu! Look what England gave me, Doitsu!"
Not again.
"What is it?" It was a square box, but it was too flat to be anything I could think of.
"It's a game! Let's play the game, Doitsu! Please?"
I invited him into my house, not that he needed invitations. He really needs to learn about personal space. He already scared Japan twice this week. Oh well, it's better than last week. Still…
We opened the game. Well, more like he almost destroyed the thing before making me go find the scissors. Prussia keeps stealing them to go "execute his awesomeness", which mostly consists of him trying to make paper snowflakes. How "awesome" of him to leave the scissors outside for a week. Now they're rusted shut. Perfect.
Italy finally managed to get the plastic wrap off the game. It was his favorite board game, down to the detail. He's made me play it so many times; I'm surprised he still likes it. But something seemed wrong. Then, I found that particular something. On the back, there were sloppily written runes, not unlike the ones I'd seen in England's spellbook that one time.
The game pieces were different as well. They were pawns taken from a chess set, one white and one black. Pawns… seem like England's style. He does like chess, right? What am I roping myself into…?
I sighed in boredom, or was it anxiousness? At this point, I was pretty much ready to play and get whatever England tried to do over with, but then Italy noticed a new space on the board. It sported a clock as decoration, unlike the other spaces' pasta. He landed on it first turn, so I went through the rule book to find the new rule. It was on the back of the book, in England's handwriting. Definitely suspicious.
We had to do some kind of ritual-ish role-play thing. How coincidental. I really didn't want to do it, but Italy kept giving me the puppy eyes. Oh well, I could always keep my guard up. What's the worst his spells can do, anyway?
After Italy poked my shoulder concernedly one too many times, I realized that I had zoned out. And with that, we began.