Hey guys it's me with my first ever fanfiction! So because this story take place during World War II, I have some things I need to say.
1. This is a WW2 fic, so just keep that in mind when reading it./em/div
2. You may find some in accurate info. This could be because a) I couldn't find what I wanted so I made it up, b) it didn't fit with the story, so I tweaked it, or c) google doesn't know anything.
3. I'm a weird writer, and chapters=time skip. So if Italy and Germany are eating supper at the end of one chapter and suddenly on the battle field at the beginning of the next, that's just the weird way I write. There are a few exceptions, but I'm giving you the heads up so you don't get confused.
Thanks and I hope you enjoy!
"Italy! Wake up!" I shake the smaller country.
He lets out a happy sigh and turns over. I groan in frustration. Training was supposed to start 10 minutes ago. I warned Italy to set an alarm, yet here I was, 10 minutes behind schedule...again.
"ITALY!" I scream getting more irritated by the second.
Still, the Italian ignores me. Either he was the heaviest sleeper known to mankind or my attempts to wake him were not enough.
Time to play a little dirty.
"Hey Japan," I yell over my shoulder. "Dump out all Italy's pasta, he's not responding so I don't think he wants it."
"NOOOOOO!" Italy leaps out of bed and runs into the kitchen.
I follow him out of his room and find him hugging all of his boxed pasta and looking around panicked.
"Finally," I say. "you're up."
"FASTER ITALY! FASTER!"
"I'm going as fast as I can!" The Italian pants.
We ran-no, walked around the track. Are you kidding me? I've seen this idiot run for food faster than this. Italy takes small steps and pants heavily.
"I can't go any further, Germany." He says dropping to his knees.
"We just started!"
Italy moans and stretches out on the dusty track. "I'm tired though." He whimpers.
I sigh. This. Is. My. Ally.
I kneel down beside him. "Get up."
"Why?"
"Because its training time, not nap time."
"I don't like that reason."
"You don't have to. And, if you don't, we can no longer have pasta."
"No."
"Yes."
"You're lying."
"Are you really sure?"
Italy thinks for a moment. "No" he finally says.
"Then get up."
Suddenly the tiny Italian leaps up screaming and begins to run away faster than I've ever seen all while waving a tiny white flag.
Thought number 1: what?
Thought number 2: where does he keep those flags?
I turn around to see England peering through the bushes. He notices me looking at him and quickly bolts back into the woods. I frown. After World War I, the other countries seemed to have a difficult time trusting me. They took a great deal of my land and forced me to pay high reparations which left my county in poverty. Every time I turned around, some different Ally was watching me, making sure I didn't cause any trouble. It was infuriating. But I knew that they all wanted to avoid another fight as devastating as World War I, I knew that it would take a lot for them to join in another battle. I knew that I'd get back what was mine and more. Soon. Very soon. Well, as soon as I got this foolish Italian in somewhat fighting shape. If that day ever comes. Now to find him...
"ITALY!"
Comment if I should post more or not, so if you like it, let me know.