{I don't know if it's because I'm stupid or if it's because I don't know when to stop, but I just CANNOTT go a one-shot, so here goes the first chapter...}

ZE TIEM VAS VURLHD VAR VON! ((Apparently, the time was WWI))


CRASH! Italy dropped a few plates. He was helping Germany with household things when he dropped and broke yet another thing that belonged to Germany. Italy started to panic over the broken tableware as Germany started to lash out.

"Can you do nothing right?" Germany – who was stressed out from other recent things – yelled at Italy, "I give you ONE simple task and you can't even do that! You're so useless, I can't believe I thought I could trust you with this simple task! I don't care anymore, get taken over!"

Italy began to tear up at his scolding from Germany as he continued continued to yell at him. He ran off, out of the room; out of the house.

Germany's words ran through his head over and over again, YOU'RE SO USELESS! Italy cried and hid inside a hole in the ground that he found. GET TAKEN OVER!

Italy covered his face with his hands, the tears were uncontrollable. His nightmares that he had every night finally came true; Germany hated him.

"But..." Italy sniffled, "I loved him..."

Italy hated himself. Germany was right, Italy couldn't do anything correctly and it showed all the time. What could he do? Would he somehow be able to get Germany to forgive him?

No... Italy thought, Ludwig isn't forgiving like me...There's no way he would forgive me after that...And if he did, he wouldn't admit it...

-Meanwhile-

Germany realized, to his horror, what he had done and quickly phoned Japan for help.

"What is it, Ludwig-San?" Japan's mono-toned voice answered the phone calmly.

"You have to help me," Germany said, trying not to sound desperate, "I yelled at Felicano, and I said horrible things to him. You have to help me find him, before he gets hurt."

"Do you have any idea where he is?" Japan's voice was raised a bit, in slight concern, but not much.

"Nein, if I knew I would have gone out to find him," Germany sighed, "Please, Kiku, you have to help me find Felicano."

"Very well, we will look for him together," Japan hung up to leave and meet Germany at his house.

{To be continued}