The brunette haired man walks stealthily forward, his prey within sight of him. So many chances, so many times he had to witness his fellow nations—NO! Brethren get killed by this thing that he loathed with every fiber of his being. As he balanced his wooden stick in one hand, he prepared himself for one of his greatest accomplishments.

He was no longer afraid.

"So YoU hAvE cOmE tO dIe, FoOLiSh TrEsSpAsSeR," the thing growled at the Italian. Italy said nothing, only focusing on the magic that England had taught him. Without waiting for an answer, the creature started to speak. "So Be It."

The lithe man smiles, casting an enchantment that would aid him in battle, an American rock song.

Waving his flag without a care in the world, the wimpy Italian began to attack.


Cookin' stuff, wavin' my flag

Went to war, took my chances

Made some pasta

I've got a full belly

Silly nation willing to not fight~

So many times, I eat way too fast

I trade my poor fight for pasta

Won't lose the grip that I got on salsa

Have to fight to keep my food inside~!

It's the flag of the Italian

It's the stealth of a wimp

Cookin' stuff before surrend'ing

To my boss

I'm the last known nation

Stalking his sauce 'fore flight

And I'm still running with the flag

OF THE ITALIAN~!

Flag to sword, out in the house

Stayin' low, keepin' hungry

Steve stacks the odds

Yet, I bring back my friends

But I'll make him go bloody

My flag has the will and skill to fight!

It's the flag of the Italian

It's the stealth of a wimp

Cookin' stuff before surrend'ing

To my boss

I'm the last known nation

Stalking his sauce 'fore flight

And I'm still running with the flag

OF THE ITALIAN~!

Cookin' stuff, wavin' my flag

Had the noodles, my dinner

Made some pasta

Now I'm not gonna stop

Grown up nation willing to—YES!—fight~!

It's the flag of the Italian

It's the stealth of a wimp

Cookin' stuff before surrend'ing

To my boss

I'm the last known nation

Stalking his sauce 'fore flight

And I'm still running with the flag

OF THE ITALIAN~!

The flag of the Italian

The flag of the Italian

The flag of the Italian

The flag of the Italian


"NoOoOoOo! AmErIcAn RoCk MuSiC, mY oNe AnD oNlY wEaKnEsS!" Steve cried out in pain as the last of guitar riffs fades into the distance.

"Se termină acum," Italy cried out in delight. With one swift movement, he brought one side of his flag and stabbed Steve through the heart.

With the flag of the Italian, one can never lose.


Face it, the Eye of the Tiger is awesome and so is Italy. Besides, wouldn't it would be awesome to have a showdown with Feliciano and Steve and the song came on (with these lyrics!) *is shot*

*Sighs* Awesome enough that I'm stalling to not study for exams. Read, enjoy, and review.

Se termină acum—It ends now.