Neither the Axis nor the Allies knew how to react when Italy walked into the meeting room with a smug look on his face and an evil aura surrounding him.(Though the axis adapted quickly)
Italy walked in, ignoring the fact that all eyes were on him, and sat in his seat next to Germany. With everyone staring at him, his smirk grew, "We have a meeting to get on with, si?"
"He's acting like you, aru." China whispered, tugging on Russia's sleeve. China had hoped that Italy hadn't heard him but his hopes were crushed when Italy looked at him.
"Why yes, we are very similar. But he uses a pipe," Suddenly there were three knifes in Italy's right hand and he looked at them like they were a piece of artwork, "I prefer knives, they make a lot more blood." The murderous tone he used set chills through all of the nations there.
"On with the meeting," Japan said hesitantly, tearing his eyes away from Italy. The others reluctantly did so as well and began discussing war matters. Even in war, the nations found something to argue about.
"Kiku, you're totally going to get it for attacking Hawaii." America ranted.
"That was a year ago." Japan answered calmly as ever.
"Kolkolkolkol~ Ludwig, tell Gilbert to get out of my country."
"Scared that he so close to Moscow?" Germany smirked.
All of the other nations bursted out in arguments, except for Italy. Italy simple sat in his seat, smirk plastered to his face, and watched the nations bicker.
Suddenly, a phone rang through the room, silencing everyone. Italy pulled out his phone and answered it. "Ciao," "Very good," "Make sure there are plenty of troops watching it just in case." "Ciao," Italy returned his phone to his pocket and rested his elbows on the table. After placing his head in his hands he smirked evilly.
"I'm proud to say that the Axis is now in full control of the Strait to Gibraltar." The allies seemed to be horrified by this while the Axis returned Italy's evil smile. "And that's not the only thing Italy is doing today." He said smirking.
That allies stared at Italy, pondering his words, when England fell to one knee and clutched his head. He screamed in pain while America and France ran to him. "Dude what happened?" The only response America got was england raising his head to glare at Italy.
Italy giggled, "That's my cue, I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere at the moment." He walked to the door but America got between him and it.
"You're not going anywhere, you're going to explain this to us. You're not supposed to attack during a meeting." America snarled.
Italy smirked and pushed America up to the door, America hit it with such force that some of the nations were surprised it didn't break. Italy held him there and looked him in the eye, "You better get out of the way America, I would hate for you too get hurt this early on in the game."
America tried pushing the small italian off but to his surprise, Italy was stronger than him, "When the hell did you get so fucking strong?"
Italy let him off the door an inch the pushed him back, effectively knocking the wind out of him, "When I got sick of being weak little Italy whose vocabulary consists of only Ve and Pasta." Italy pushed him to the side and continued out the door, only to have America lunge at him.
Then everything froze, the allies watched wide eyed, the axis smirked at Italy, and a knife was pressed against America's throat. "Feli..." America whispered disbelievingly.
"Hm... The name Feliciano has too much of an innocent ring to it. Call me Luciano. Well, ciao!" Italy left the room and the rest of the Axis followed his suit.
There was a deafening silence as all the allies could do is stare at the door. "I think we are in trouble, da?"
Tell me what you guys think, this is my first humor piece because I'm not very good at them so tell me if this sucks balls is is actually ok.
