a GerIta fanfiction... this is my first fanfic so dont be too rude please..
Italy has been with japan for some time and I can't help but say that I'm beginning to become jealous. Italy has been showing Japan a lot of his culture and Japan is always so fascinated. I mean this gnawing feeling in my gut is getting stronger. Maybe they haven't said anything to me because they have gotten captured or something. Oh God, I hope not. I almost want to call Italy to see if he's alright. I mean it's been about two weeks since has said anything to me. It's been peaceful… but painful at the same time. I never would have thought that I would have said that about Italy. I need to call him or im just going to get worse.
I dial Italy's number into the phone. And I wait for a bit. I hear someone pick it up. "Italy?"
"Ve~Germany! Germany! I don't think I have long! Please! Someone really scary is at my house and I could hear Japan scream downstairs. Plea-!" Italy hung up. Or someone did. Damn it! Why didn't I guess this? It's probably England or America. I go out to my car and I start it. I drive over to Italy's place. But I guessed wrong. The entire place is destroyed. Damn it! Damn it! Italy is in danger for real this time and I'm not sure what to do. I have no idea who took him but I sure as hell will kill them when I find them.
Should I continue this story?