AN: Warnings: mentions Adolf Hitler, uses human names, language
He regretted everything.
The day this all started. The day he went into that horrible place. The day he switched to join his brother instead of participating with him. He regretted it all.
Now the war was over. Almost. The Allies were close to winning and Germany was close to loosing. All the Allies had left to do was do a sneak attack, kill Hitler, and Germany would loose and World War II would be over. Easier said than done. The Allies still haven't decided exactly what to do for their sneak attack, so the plan may -
"Fratello!" Romano screamed at Italy, franticly waving a hand in front of his brother's face.
"Che cosa?" Italy said as he was pulled out of his thoughts.
"Stop worrying about the war. It's almost over anyway, just let the Allies do what they want"
Italy sighed, knowing Romano was right, and he should stop worrying. Especially now since they weren't a part of it anymore.
"Si. I know I need to stop worrying about it, it's just hard not to"
"I know, fratello. Trust me I know"
Romano's phone went off. He fished it out of his pocket and answered.
After talking for a few minutes he sighed and hung up.
"He got wind of the Allies planned sneak attack and killed himself"
"So does that mean...?" Italy asked as he turned to his brother, hope in his eyes.
"Si. The war is over and Adolf Hitler is dead"
AN: I'm back with another story! I know this chapter is short, the next one's longer I promise. If all goes as planned I should have updates every Saturday. I want to say that I'm not trying to offend anyone with this story, it just popped into my head and I wrote it down.
Translations:
Fratello - Brother (Italian)
Che cosa - What (Italian)
Si - Yes (Italian)