Italy cried..He was afraid. Someone held him tight and a knife was pressed against his neck. The pain was sharp and warm blood oozed down his neck.
"Ger-Ger.." Italy tried to get the words out, but none would come..None.
"Heh,that bastard won't be saving you anytime soon me."
The cold blade dug slowly into his neck and Italy yelped out in pain. Where was Germany..?'He wouldn't let me die here...' Italy thought. Tears fell and the 2p Italy seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.
"Cry more...I want to see you suffer and that bastard will be next."
"N..N-no." Italy managed.
"Hm? What's that?"
"N-n-no..."
"Heh. Don't worry..The last thing he will see is you killing him."
Italy's eyes widened in surprise and 2p Italy's face broke out in an evil grin.
"Ve~ Isn't it wonderful!?" He said imitating Italy's voice perfectly.
"I believe that was spot on don't you?"
The 2p smiled and dug the knife deeper as more blood flooded out of the Italians neck.
"Heh. Too bad..You know what I mean?"
The Italian was losing more blood and his uniform was soaked with it.
"I expected myself to be stronger..But I come here and see this...I have to kill off the pathetic cowards...because after all I am the real Italy." He said with a grin and slashed across his neck.
Italy gasped and coughed as more blood poured out. It was a bloody scene.. His eyes closed and his body went limp. 2p Italy dropped the worthless corpse.
He smiled and said to the weak coward that had the nerve to call himself Italy,"Ve~You've just been replaced."