Warning: This could be the deepest thing you've ever read with Italy involved. Italy is EXTREMELY OOC! If you want to make it even more heart wrenching I suggest listening to 'Carrots and Sticks'. Yes I'm serious Ukraine & Belarus' theme song makes it like 10 times as sad.
"Ready?" Romano shouted from behind the brigade of pinstripe suited men. Several guns were loaded.
"Aim!" He commanded, the fedora donning men clanked their guns on the hay bales perfectly synchronized from right to left.
"F-fratello," Italy stuttered "do we have to do this?"
"Our army is useless," Romano answered coldly smirking at the next part "But our mafia can stand its own. You may be helpless but my army can fight!"
"FIRE!" Romano ordered. Italy covered his ears as a round of shots was fired.
"If they decide that were helpless," Romano muttered smirking "then we show them the underworld. The only part of our culture that's respected by war generals. No one cares for your happy-go-lucky citizens fratello, we need to show then that they can't just kill us off for our land."
"FIRE!" Romano ordered again. Italy hung his head and stepped through the rain.
"Kill all you like fratello," Italy murmured "it's not going to end this war, no amount of blood shed will end this. Only peace could fix this and I doubt you can see that." Italy walked off crying. Giving up wasn't going to help either. That's all he was good for, pasta, giving up, and the most convincing fake smiles you'd ever see. So many times during World War II when his country was close to ruin he'd just smile even though he was on the verge of tears for his dying country. They weren't taken over by the end of the war but people had died and families were broken. Nothing could fix that, nothing. For a moment Italy thought about giving up, but not in the normal Italian way, with a straight face, one with no regrets, fear, or worry, no more faking, it was over, Italy was going to fall, and he had a good chance of going with it if he was colonized.
Italy's back hit a wet wall and he slid down into a sitting position. He sat silently sobbing for hours. Italy was dead, so in turn, so was he.
Deepest freaking thing I've ever written. I really shouldn't listen to Carrots and Sticks while contemplating the Italian mafia. This was prompted by my teacher telling me Italians were scary to her because of the mafia. I'm sorry for the mention of character death, brotherly betrayal, and a non-existant war that I used. The Italians were never attacked because somebody thought they'd be easy to take over and Italy was never caught in a 1 vs. world situation.