It hurt…everywhere. Am I bleeding, is this even my blood? I can't remember what happened and it made me angry that I couldn't. I tried to sit up but felt a sharp pain in my lower ribs. It was dark, but I could make out shapes. There was an unmoving body next to mine that looked about the same size as Italy…
"Italy!" I called out in an urgent whisper. He didn't answer so I gently rolled him over only to discover his shirt drenched in blood. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I felt his face that was covered in scrapes and scratches. Who did this! Who hurt him and why wasn't I able to stop them? As I further question myself a door opened and a small ray of light shone through. (End of Germany's point of view)
"Heh. So you're awake now. Too bad… I thought you'd died with him," a menacing voice spoke in through the now fully opened door.
"Brother? B-but how? Aren't you-"
"Dead! No West I'm not…well at least not to you anyway… Ya see, I wasn't ready to die just yet so I decided I'd preserve my soul in your body."
"Inside of me? You're inside of me?" Germany said while grabbing at his own chest.
"Well not for long. As you can see I've taken form at the moment, but I'm not completely whole. I'd have to kill you first and take your body! That way I'd reign again in my awesomeness!"
"But why did you have to kill Italy? He hadn't done anything…"
"Oh yes he did!" Prussia roared with fury "He took you away from me. As well as that damned Austria and Hungary! You were destined to rule with me… Instead you chose them, over your own flesh and blood…"
"Brother please stop this please stop… You have no need to go around killing others for your own misfortune, your time has long since passed. You must leave this earth at once or I shall have to force you to leave," Germany reached for his gun as he said this but Prussia saw his movement. In the blink of an eye he stabbed Germany's hand. His eyes turned a deeper shade of crimson and he laughed loudly.
"HA! You thought you'd be able to stop me! This is why you will die! You are weak West because you have sympathy for this weakling!" he pointed his sword towards Italy, "This weakling that shall be cut into pieces!" Just as Prussia swung his sword Italy spoke, no louder than a whisper.
"Don't do it… Don't hurt Germany..."
"Italy! Speak again Italy!" Germany shook Italy as tears started to flow down his face. He felt the adrenaline rush into him as he now realized his comrade was alive. He was completely fueled by relief and anger.
"How in the-" Prussia was cut off by a left hook in his jaw from Germany. As he rubbed his jaw he was taken aback by an uppercut and continued to be bashed around by his brother. Finally, he collapsed in defeat.
"Hey West, you're not going to kill me are you. I mean I'm your brother," Prussia pleaded in short shallow breaths.
"No, I'm not going to kill you. Not yet anyways. I want you to live on inside of me because indeed you are my brother. I understand your feelings of pain, but if you ever hurt Italy again I will desecrate you. No one will be able to recognize you," Germany said darkly. Foolishly he let Prussia back into his body, but kept him locked away in the deepest regions of his soul…
"Germany…" Italy's voice strained. Germany looked over to the fallen nation and carried him princess style out of the room. As he left the abandoned place he walked out into the sun.
"Um Germany…why are we bloody?"
"Oh well I had a little fight with my brother. You have nothing to worry about Italy because I will protect you and keep you safe."
"Ok. Say Germany, can we have pasta tonight?"
"He he. Sure Italy we can have pasta. We can have pasta whenever you want"
"Yay…" Italy said as he fell asleep in Germany's arms.
