Well it started like any other normal day Italy acting goofy Japan sitting in hes garden thinking about the peacefulness and Germany doing paper work. Then everything changed. America Britten and China, since France was scared of Germany, had invaded Germany's house.
Germany was taken by surprise and didn't have enough time to get his silver revolver. America, whom was being cocky, pulled out one of his own silver pistol. Germany smacked the gun making it hit the wall and fire. The built hit Germany in the shoulder. The force of the impact made him stumble and hit his oak desk making him pass out.
Italy had heard the commotion and ran to Germany's office for protection. Sadly when he go there Germany was down with America Britten and China over him. They turned to him and ran out.
" please get up, please ,"Italy shook him."Japan! Japan! I need your help Germanys hurt!" Japan ran in assessing the situation and calling the hospital.
Italy felt something he'd never felt before. Anger. He was fine with everyone beating up on him yelling at him or treating him like a child but never EVER hurt his friends. The dark side of Italy, that Hungrys only seen once, came out. And he was PISSED!
America China Britten and France were freaking out. They had just SHOT Germany! Even if it was an accident. Suddenly the door was kicked in. They spun around expecting a pissed Germany. Not a sad looking Italy. His head was down and he was partly in the door way.
"Oh my gosh you scared me Italy! I thought you were Germany!"Amarica sighed thankful.
"Oh trust me you'll be wishing I was Germany,"his head snapped up. His pupils were dilated and his face looked crazy. Like he had gotten out of a mental hospital. He tossed a beat up Russia in the room. He was passed out and blood on his nice clothes.
Every one in the room looked at him fearful. Suddenly Italy was in Americas face. They froze, Suddenly Italy's head collided with Americas face. He stumbled back holding his nose. China got his famous pot and ladle and swung at him. Italy put up his arm blocking the blow. His other arm made a fist and punched him in the stomach. He stumbled back hitting Amarica, whom had just recovered.
France had become scared and jumped out the window. Britten was standing there waiting. For what he didn't know. Suddenly Italy was tapped on the back of the head. His eyes became normal and he looked around, Canada was behind him. He had thrown a pen at Italy's head.
"Wow guys what happened?"Italy looked around at the passed out body's of Russia America and China piled up.
"You dont remember anything?"Britten questioned.
"The last thing I remember was Germany was shot,"he admitted."Im going to go see if hes up yet. Hey hey mamma..."he mumbled skipping down the hall.
Britten breathed a sigh of relife. He was going to live. Well until Germany got out of the hospital that is.