the rhythm of the war drums

by SovyetIvan

You thought you had an insane girlfriend well wait until you see this little Italy. But... Is this the real Italian? Or is this the 2p? Did he went insane or is this all an act made up by magic? Germany is wondering that himself as well. Now he is locked down and getting tortured by the Italian. Would he be able to release himself? Or Die in the Italian amrs? Warning Yaoi In it

1. little italian hell

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"NEIN! I Will never surrender!" the German yelled. He was locked up. On his wrists were robes. On his faces were scares and his hair was messy. "I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!" a whip hit his face and a stream appeared. "Tell me please… You are going to stop this all." "NEIN! Das wann Ich NICHT!" The whip hit the blonds stomach and a grown of pain was heard. "Stop it all Germany… Just stop it all." "NEIN SHOW YOUR SELF!" a little grin came out of the shadows. All the German could see was some strange figure holding a whip. But when the figure came closer it was nobody else then the North Italian. "I am sorry Germany." Again he gave him a hit. "I am going to protect you from yourself." He said with his eyes full tears. While the German looked at him with hate. "Italy… Let me go now" But the male shacked his head. "we could be so happy." Then he opened the jacket of the male. With a little knife he took off the tank top. The German was getting mad and unsure what was going to happen. With his heavy army boots he kicked the Italian back into the shadows. "You are not going to rape me…" His teeth were tight on each other and he showed him as a warning. "This is not you Italy!" some coughs went out of the Italian mouth but he went back to the German with more robe and tied him up around his feet to the wall. "I want to save you from your mistakes Germany." He smiled and grabbed the Iron Cross. "nein! Nein Italy stop this!" he tried to bit in his hand but the Italian already took the Iron Cross off his neck. "Prussia doesn't exist any more… So you don't need this… It's all me Germany… We are safe here now… We will be forever together. The blond looked kind scared at the Italian. The wars had made him insane he thought. "I-Italy j-ja it's over… now let me go." But the Italian had a small smile and gave him a kiss. "no Germany… I have to do something now. I will bring you lovely pasta soon" He stood up again and left with the Iron Cross. "ITALY! ITALY UNTIE ME! ITALY!" The German went yelling and tried to free himself. But all his weapons were away. They were all laying on the table that he could see because of some light that was falling on it. The German smiled couldn't believe Italy was that stupid. But first he had to free himself. He was struggling, turning and twisting around. But nothing helped. This time Italy had him. He couldn't believe that the Italian made those robes so tight. Even when he doesn't even can tie his own shoes. He went twisting and all got some dust and sand over him. Some footsteps were getting close. Closer and Closer. "Italy Show yourself!" And the Italian did that indeed with a plate of pasta. "here Germany have some nice pasta…. You look all dirty what have you been doing." "Italy get me out of here!" but Italy didn't listen he rolled up some spaghetti on his fork and forced it in the German's mouth. "This will be good for you." To bad for the Italian the German didn't swallow and spit it out. "Go walk to hell!" "T-that is mean Germany! Eat.. I made it with love" But the German went mad about it. "NEIN! Go away!" A smile went on the Italians face as he took the pasta away laying it on the tables where the German gear was laying. Then he turned back to him. "He grabbed his hair and with his free hand he formed a ball and hit it hard on the German left eye. He let the head fall and kicked in the stomach multiple times. "I. . .GO!" The Germany coughed some at the last kick and looked mad at the Italian. "You are not my Feliciano"