AN: Hey Frea here. I know I should be updating my other stories, but I got these ideas and I had to write it down. So I'm working on one shots that have to deal with countries and there love ones. Freinds, family, or crushes they work together to make it through life troubles.
Setting: The Italian troops fall back after a major lost in North Africa.
The Italian troops were fleeing the battlefield while the Allied countries shot down the fleeing men. This was war; it was a fine line between victory and defeat. For the broken down Italian army it was a choice between life and death. Worst of all, it was a choice between staying with friends or leaving them for dead. Most chose the first of the two choices; they were willing to leave their comrades to die than risk their own skin to save the other. It was every man for themselves, everyone but the two personation of the country of Italy. They wanted to make sure none of their troops were left behind. Not knowing that it would cost them dearly.
Romano held his brother's hand like it was his only lifeline. He was struggling to drag his younger brother across the battle field to a safe haven. The only thing on Romano's mind was to find his brother a doctor. While he was out looking for any remaining member of the Italian army, he was shot in the arm by a stray bullet. Not caring that his screams could give away him and his brother's position, Veneziano cried for all it was worth.
"Damn it, Feli, Shut up. You are going to get us killed." Romano hissed at his brother. The younger of the two did not reply. He continued to cry his heart out.
"Hey, Iggy, I heard a sound over this way!" America yelled only a few feet behind them.
"Aw shit!" Romano grabbed his brother by the hand and ran for their lives.
His body no longer willing to keep up with his brother's haste, Veneziano crumbled to ground. "I'm sorry, fratello, I can't go any more." he cried as America and England were still hot on their trail.
"Come on, I can see a coast. Once we're there we'll be safe." Romano dragged his brother, encouraging him to keep going.
"È inutile," Veneziano cried in pain. "Just go without me."
Seeing no other option, Romano tossed his brother over his shoulder, "You'll be damned to Hell before I leave you as Grandpa left me!"
"How touching, but it's useless since we got you surrounded." England smiled at the two brothers with a gun in hand.
"Why don't you two just give up like you always do?" America added salt to the wound.
Romano sighed as he set his brother to the ground as he whispered words of comfort. "Fratello, forgive me," Romano gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, "but you must live and fulfill your goal."
"Lovi, what are you doing?" Veneziano looked at his brother in confusion.
"I, Romano Lovino Vargas, the human form of South Italy, hear by surrender as long as my brother can be taken to a hospital to heal and continue to fight another day." The three nations were surprised at Romano's words.
"Give us a minute," England pulled America to the side to talk about the event that just happened.
"And if you try to run we'll shoot you." America wanted to make sure they didn't get any ideas.
"No you can't!" Feliciano cried, "Please, brother, we both can surrender together."
"No, remember what you told me before this war started?" Veneziano nodded, "Were you the one who said that you wanted to become stronger just like Ludwig? Wasn't that your goal from the beginning?"
"Yeah, but it's not worth your life!"
"If it means I can save you and bring you closer to your goal then so be it." For once in Romano's life, he shut his brother up.
"You got yourself a deal," America picked up Italy to bring him to much needed aid as England tied a rope around South Italy's neck.
"You know this will only give your brother few days before we get him." England whispered to Romano. "Oh, I hope you like dark places, because you're going to be living in one for a long time." Romano didn't say a word. He just gave off an evil vibe worse than Russia's.
"Lovi, I changed my mind I don't want to be like Ludwig. I want to be more like you! I promise I'll come back for you a save you!" For one in Veneziano's life he saw his brother cry.
"I know you will!"
AN: I'm going to act like a Waitress on this one, you order it I'll make it. No really guys I needs more ideas than the three I got so far. So hit me up if you want a story.