Summary: Russia is going to do it, he's finally going to make everyone become one with him! He tried asking, that of course didn't work, the only way he could actually make the nations become one with him is by force…bringing out another world war, a third one! Some join others fight back what is the outcome of all of this?
Warnings: Blood and Gore and…some pairings may pop up.
Rating is M mostly because of violence and Roma-Chan's mouth.
Prologue: Italy held in a breath as he walked by a rotting carcass, flinching every now and then as he heard bombs drop from a far. Quickening his steps, Italy carefully weaved his body around tree branches and thorn bushes being very careful not to trip and fall over the old tree roots that stuck out of the ground.
Walking around the pasta loving nation looked around the forest he was in, he was supposed to meet his brother here but Romano was nowhere in sight. Taking a deep breath, Italy rested his back on a tree trunk and slid to the floor as he patiently waited for his older brother. Italy never liked being alone but he was sort of used to it now, everyone had a job to do including him so he understood that he couldn't be with his friends and family all the time but that sinking feeling of being alone never left his system.
"Fratello, are you there?" Italy's head shot up "R-Romano?" shakily standing up, Italy slowly walked to where the voice was coming from, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw his older brother in the distance.
"Romano you're okay!" The younger cried running over to the elder and giving him a big bear hug. The annoyance on Romano's face quickly vanished when he felt his brother shaking, with a sigh he wrapped his slender arms around his brother's middle returning his hug "it's okay Fratellino, I'm her now" pulling away, Romano kissed his brothers forehead then took his hand.
"Come on, Spain and Potato licker are waiting for us." Italy chuckled at the nick name for Germany it seemed like his brother would never be able to say 'Germany' and was only capable of calling him 'potato licker' or 'potato bastard' and his personal favourite 'the potato who cried wurst!' Italy knew he shouldn't be encouraging his brother but sometimes the names Romano came up with were so ridiculous he couldn't help but just giggle.
Following his brother into an empty field that was once covered in flowers, Italy smiled when he saw Germany and Spain standing next to a helicopter. "Okay bastards let's get a move on while commie bastard is busy destroying the place!" The two other nations nodded then helped the Italians on bored, once on Italy's eyes widened when he saw Finland and Sealand but no Sweden, which was odd since Finland was always with Sweden especially in the toughest times. Deciding not to press on the topic Italy sat next the window not in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment.
As soon as the helicopter was in the sky the younger Italian couldn't bear to look out any more. His once proud country was now down in ashes and smoke, everything he ever knew was gone. His home was now ruined and he couldn't go back, with a shaky sigh the small nation rested his head on his older brother's shoulder falling into a light dreamless sleep.
A/N: I know this isn't much but I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Constructive criticism is welcomed, I want to become a better writer and that can't happen if I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Oh! Don't be afraid to tell me about the spelling and grammar errors, I will try and fix them as best as I can!
For now Hasta la Pasta!