Gier und Rache (greed and revenge)
Ch. 1
It's now been 2 months since Germany left to fight Russia. Stupid Russia started it. Germany also left Italy at his house thinking it would be better if he stayed home. It was late into the night but Italy couldn't go to sleep, he could hear something or someone outside Germany's house. It was a colder night then normal and Italy decided to go out and find what was making the un-ignorable noise. He went out the front door in his shorts and t-shirt and looked both left and right before walking out the door entirely. His arms quickly folded themselves with unbearable chills beginning to swarm his body. He could begin to see his now foggy breath. He went to the left of the house and made it to the corner, where he slowly stuck his head from the side to see, Britain! 'Britain!' Italy quickly swooped his head back around the corner. He had nothing with him to protect Germany's house. 'What do I do?' Italy then heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the corner he was hiding behind. 'What do I do?!'
The footsteps then stopped and the sound of a gun shot rang around the corner. Britain began to shoot out the windows of Germany's house. No matter how scared Italy was, he had to protect Germany's home, no matter the cost. He jumped out from his corner and socked Britain straight in the jaw, knocking both of them to the ground. That was almost the only good hit Italy was ever able to land on Britain.
"I'll show you to stay in your place you weakling."
With a dead look in Britain's eyes, he then began to beat Italy. With his steel toed boots, Britain landed kicks all throughout Italy's body. Italy curled up into the fetal position in order to protect his torso and chest. Britain was still able to land painful and lasting blows the showing parts of Italy's body. Cuts and bruises began to appear on Italy and when kicking didn't feel as if it was doing the job, Britain pulled out his pistol and aimed at Italy's head. He then knelt down to get a closer shot (as if he wasn't close enough already). With a last ditch effort, Italy kicked Britain straight in the face, knocking him down. Britain grabbed his mouth and aimed his gun back at Italy. He then looked down at his hand and saw blood…. Italy struck a hard nerve… but looking back at Italy beaten and battered, Britain had what some would call 'a change in heart'.
"Fine, I'll let this one slide… but the destruction of Germany will come soon."
Britain then turned his back to Italy and placed his gun back in its hostler. He then walked away holding his jaw. Italy couldn't move. It hurt to breathe and just to lay on his side and back, it meant he'd have to deal with even more pain.
"Germany, please help me…"
Italy then stared up at the sky and saw the stars were brighter than usual. Their glow was brighter and more mesmerizing than Italy had ever seen them.
"I-I need to get up and back in the house. I need to take care of myself."
Italy then looked to the left and saw the huge sycamore tree they'd always sit under and eat apples and take the longest of naps in the summer; and in the winter they'd always make a snowman right under the tree so when the sun came up to melt the snow, the snowman wouldn't melt. Germany would always leave a first aid kit outside over by the tree just in case someone were to get hurt outside. From where he was, Italy tried to find the little white box with a red cross on the top and sides. Next to the tree he landed his eyes on the box. The outdoor patio lights were helping plenty in aiding Italy in finding such a box on a dark night.
He then forced himself on his knees and crawled to the tree. Then he laced his back up the tree and grabbed the aid kit. He began to dress all of his wounds. Bandage covered his wrists and fingers, back and belly, legs and feet, anywhere where there was a lasting cut or a terrible bruise. Once he finished, Italy was satisfied with himself.
"I protected Germany's house, well a good majority of it and I did it all by myself. I did a good job."
The night grew colder and Italy had nothing but his shorts and jacket that now lay on his shoulders. His eyes started to get heavy and Italy soon fell asleep under his favorite tree…
Hours later into the night, Germany, beaten and battered just like Italy, came home to find Italy not in the house and his kitchen windows were blown out. Germany looked out the glass back window to see Italy lying under the sycamore tree with barely anything on. He opened the door and ran outside to see the full damage of Italy, he didn't even bother to shut the door behind him. He knelt down and placed his hand on Italy's shoulder. Italy's eyes squinted open as his blurry vision formed the person he most needed to see, Germany in his same green uniform with speckles of blood and dirt covering it…. Even in his weak painful state Italy still managed to wrap his arms around Germany.
"Germany, Germany you came back!"
Germany was mortified by all the bandage that Italy had around him and then immediately grabbed Italy and carried him inside. 'Italy is freezing cold and is injured, who did this to him? Whoever it was, I'm going to make them regret what they did.'
Germany then went through the open back door and closed it with his foot. Germany then carried Italy through the hallway and into his room, placing Italy on his bed.
"What the hell did you go and get yourself into?!"
"Germany, Germany, I protected your house. I fought off the bad guy and then I couldn't move so I stayed outside."
"It's freezing out and you're all hurt, you could have killed yourself!"
Even though Germany was happy to be home and not have a pile of rubble for a house but he wasn't happy that Italy went out of the way to keep his house almost the way it was when he left. "Italy I care about you too much to let this slide. Even though my house isn't completely trashed and yes you did a fine job, I never want you to do that again… you understand?"
Italy couldn't understand why Germany was so angry, he did everything Germany told him to do before he left off to the war, except… right, 'Germany told me not to get hurt or run away. Well I listened almost all the way.'
"I'm so sorry Germany, I tried to listen to you but if I didn't do anything Britain would have destroyed the house and hurt me too!"
"Wait, Britain did this?!"
"Ya but he's gone now and…"
Germany quickly grabbed on to the sides of Italy's arms. "Why didn't you tell me before it was Britain?!"
"Germany, Germany… I'm sorry, please stop you're hurting me…"
He then let go and looked down at Italy's arms, "I'm, I'm sorry." He took a better look at Italy's bandages and realized they were a mess. "Hey, how about I fix your bandages?"
"Okay."
Germany slowly took off all the bandages from Italy's body and then began to see the boot prints and bruises that covered most of his body. Then with a careful hand, Germany replaced all the bandages with fresh wrapping he grabbed from the first aid box in the closet over on the far side wall, across from the bed. Germany then began to feel very very guilty.
"It's all my fault…" Germany mumbled under his breath.
"Ve, what? Did I just hear you blame yourself...? Germany, it's not your fault I got hurt."
"Yes it is. If I wasn't gone you would be fine." Germany's face began to turn a faint red and his eyes began to look teary.
Italy placed his warming, cold hands on Germany's cheeks, "It's not your fault. It's fine. I'm okay."
Italy then began to smile. 'How can he still smile like that even though he's in pain… he's still smiling.' Italy then moved his hands to Germany's muscly arms.
"I've missed your muscles and you of course."
Germany gave a little chuckle, "Ya I've missed you as well Italy."
Italy then gave a long yawn and Germany looked over to the night stand next to the bed to see the time, 3:48 in the morning. "Well, best be getting to bed then."
"Ya, now I can sleep… Germany's home." Italy quickly laid down and fell asleep, finally. Germany had to cover him with the sheets and he too eventually fell asleep in his dirty uniform.