The Allies had finally won. After almost 6 grueling years of fighting ,the final Axis power had been defeated. The call came down the line to allied Headquaters of the Unconditional surrender of the Germans and a few months later the Japanese surrended.
But they couldnt rejoice with their soldiers. For them it was just more Bad News.
One Of their Members was missing. One of the parts of a country . Which had switched sides in the then suffered the wrath of the Germans as Punishment. The one that cheered all of the allies up with his innocent demeanor and His pasta loving personality.
North Italy. Feliciano Vargas. The bubble-headed idiot. Probably the most cowardly personafied country in Europe was missing.
It was Romano's first words to them when they had finally restored the sabotaged communication lines to the Italian Front line. Among his usual String of curses , that seemed longer than it would be under Alternative circumstances.
SEPTEMBER 1944
"where's mio frattello, you british bastard! You told me he was on his way here 2 weeks ago! What the fuck happened to him?" Romano screeched over the phone to a extremely irritated England. A worried (and invisible) Canada who was helping his wounded Papa into the room.
"oi France did u send Italy to his brother? His brothers being a pain in my side" England siad to France. Francis looked over at Arthur Worridly whilst Mathew laid a blanket over his shivering body. Francis's body was a mess of Bruises and bandages and his once sparkling eyes were dulled.
"I dont recall zending Italia to hiz brother. Did 'ou zend him Mathew?" Francis asked Canada. Mathew shook his head.
As if to give the other nations a heart attack, America Burst through the door. His once neat and (if only briefly) clean uniform was now tattered and torn. His famous bombers jacket was riddled with bullet holes( the Bullets had apparantly missed him) and his glasses were cracked and missing a lense. It looked like he had run straight through a battlefield to get to the Allied HQ even though it was in occupied country.
His face was flushed and his breathing laboured. He took seconds to relax and yelled at the top of his lungs , so much that the frontline probably could have heard him clearly
"Italy's House is on Fire" His eyes were wide England span around to face him and dropped the phone, with South Italy screaming in the other end demmanding to know what was going on.
"Let's go ! Germany must be attacking directly at Italy's heart!" England
By the time they reached Italy's house on The wartorn coast of North Italy , the fire had become nothing more than a smoldering pile of destroyed Memories. The scent of Gasoline and the faintest of gunpowder hung in the air. Arthur and Alfred Steped out of their Jeep. The front bonnet was all shot up and the windscreen was missing.
"Feliciano! Feli! Idiota fratello say something! " Romano yelled as he lept out of his jeep when he pulled up 10 minutes later, flanked by his personal bodygaurd and an assistant from the Mafia. He turned to the assistant and he nodded.
"Scota, track him down!" South italy ordered. 'Scota' sprinted to the house and returned about half an hour later with a slip of paper in his hand . Scota whispered something into Romano's ear. Lovino's Eyes went wide. Scota gave him the note. Lovino's eyes skimmed the note multiple times before he crushed it in his hands. Scota walked over to the body gaurd and waited for Romano's orders.
Suddenly he grasped the material above his heart. It felt like someone was ripping his heart out and he knew something 10 times worse was happening to Feliciano. He felt a hand on his shoulder. A warm substance leaked from the corner of his mouth. He coughed up blood before weakly saying
"Germany has Him." With that he fell forward into Canada's Arms, blood leaking from his mouth. England, France ,America and Canada paled