Ah, okay! I'm sort of excited to be writing this since it is a Hetalia fanfiction! I was initally a bit worried about writing a fanfic for Hetalia since there has been so many made and I may not know the characters as well as I think I do. I'm still trying this thing out and write, basically, a miniseries of stories for the Allies and Axis (a chapter for each with a crazyish plot), now that their lives rest with the new seasons and new material to come. Now, I'm not saying this is what should happen in season 5 or 6 or any future thing. I just think these would be fun adventures to think about under the title of the new season 5 series. Now, I hope you enjoy this as much as I will writing it! Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and its many series. It belongs to its rightful owners. If I did, well then what a treat that would be. = u =
Hetalia: The Beautiful World
Germany: The Good und The Bad
After joining alliances with Italy, Germany feels that even the simplest of things are beginning to crumble down. Will Italy be able to change his mind in the end?
Germany leafed to any given fate he would have in his morning's newspaper and nearly chocked on his light coffee when the pages stopped. Another report about Germany's economy dwindling to the point where all the other countries are making bets of his poverty. Perfect. All Germany wanted to do was get away from the many problems that have begun to surface ever since that bumbling idiot, Italy joined his side. Honestly, he couldn't hold Italy accountable for every misfortune he has slowly been enduring, but Italy was the root of clumsy mess ups that surely led Germany to where he is now. He had planned to, for once, have a peaceful morning just outside his house with a refreshment and a good read. The news was just not in his favor, clearly.
Germany nearly crinkled the article in his hands, but laid it flat on his coffee table and sat back in his chair, hiding numbly under the shades of trees, to contemplate. So, 'zings haven't been looking good lately. Depressions are rising, famines are climbing, und more citizens are growing divided by the harsh decisions and 'zere's nothing I can do about it. Germany folded his arms tightly, staring off blankly to the side of swaying bushes. He had big things to surmount and problems that couldn't wrap around his head. He had been trying for the past week to find another solution to how his home was going to ruins, but every time he does, he ends up concluding it to Italy.
"It's not Italy's fault," he thought aloud, wanting to confirm himself. He furrowed his eyebrows until they hurt when he kept thinking about it. Maybe it's because I don't treat him like a friend, so bad 'zings happen to me in return. That's wild talk, 'zhough! Germany pinched his creasing forehead lightly. That thought can't and should not be true as Germany remembers painstakingly his attempts to befriend and work with Italy. Each one turned out as a disaster:
"Ciao Germany! Buongiorno to you! How are you?" It was the first day of partnership with Italy and Germany was already annoyed with his voice and constant chit-chat. He barreling down his path right now, almost looking like he had no control.
"Ugh, 'ja, guten morgen, Italy," he replied back with a hint of cross for edge. Italy didn't pick that up, though. Germany had just been attending to his three rather large dogs and his little tabby cat when Italy came over. Usually, this is a time for leisure and get aways, so one could imagine that irritation gradually pumping through Germany's blood stream. The German eventually got up to his feet and patted away blades of loose grass from his casual pants. "Is 'zere something you need?"
Italy looked a bit caught off guard and almost took a step back, "oh, well I was hoping we could just chat, or something."
Germany bit back sudden words of insult to his new companion and motioned his arm to his animals. A strong arm, Italy had noted. "'Ja, well I'm kind of... busy right now."
Italy's eyes lit up, which surprised Germany because Italy's eyes actually flicked open and glittered at his animals. "Yeah doggy! Kitty!" Italy got to his knees and giggled as he pet Germany's dogs, ones that little kids in his home town feared (and would never become a grown up until overcoming that fear), and appeared undaunted by their large stature. Germany watched blankly as Italy played with Germany's cat and Germany was thrown in a funk.
"Uh, don't you 'zhink you should stay away from my animals, like display utter fear und torture in their presence?" Italy looked up at this response, Germany's eyebrow flinching dangerously.
Italy then smiled and toppled over the animals with a big bear hug, "no way! Your animals are so cool and cute!"
Germany grunted, but then sighed. It's okay, Germany, he is simply playing with your doggies, all's good, he remembered thinking to himself, after all, I do have to make friends wi'f 'zis guy.
Suddenly, Italy jumped to his feet with Germany's cat tucked in his folded arms. "Hey, Germany amico, do you have any other animals?" Germany hitched his shoulders in half surprise, half annoyance, but the starry-eyed boy was asking for it.
Germany stopped to think about the situation, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to introduce him to the farm animals. Germany pointed farther before him, "um, yeah, there are some herd of sheep 'vwe carry around for looks... and food sometimes."
"Oh, yay sheep! Let's go little Germany's kitty!" Italy cheered joyously and ignorant as he ran full speed to an enclosed field of white and black sheep. Sadly, it hadn't been Germany's intention to follow him. He just said it to send the dummkopf away.
Italy stopped almost over the fence when he arrived to the landmass of sheep, mouth gaping in awe. Sheeps from colors of white to black and shades in between herded in the fenced field, peacefully chewing on the grass. "Hey sheepys!" He called over the massive crowd, shaking the fence in excitement. The fence roused the sheep crowd, scaring some and angering others. Again, Italy didn't pick this up an continued on until his whole body was shaking erratically. *He gets far too excited... The sheep huffed slight and kicked up the grass from the ground until all began to cause a ruckus and rampage within the fence. Italy immediately stopped, wondering what was happening, then shrieked a squeal that rose all the way to Germany's ears and started speeding away when the sheep knocked down the wooden cage. "Germany!"
Germany slowly turned around when he heard the scream and took his time to stand up, automatically assuming whatever Italy wanted was pointless. "'Vwhat do you want now Ita- AHHHHHHH!" Beyond the field where Germany sent Italy off was a stampede of sheep chasing Italy up the hill in Germany's direction. "Shiz-" Germany jumped aside with his dogs at his heels and was slammed to the ground forcefully by Italy, who didn't bother to stop and help him.
Somehow, Italy did find away to avoid the sheep and the flock continued their frenzy by trampling over near by cottages and ripping out the earth beneath them. Before they knew it, the sheep all scattered out past the fields and their precious live stock was never seen again. His country didn't have sheep wool, or sheep meat for a very long time. Germany's country went deprived for that short period...
The picture of his yard came back to him in real time and he lurched upward. Germany beat his balled fist on the coffee table, slowly. Yes, he remembered that time. How much of a fool he felt for allowing Italy to rome off on his own. His people perished a bit and yet he felt like it was all his fault. He crunched his fist until his knuckles turned ghostly white. Such an easy, coincidental attempt und yet it was a disaster. Scheitern!
He took the time to unclench his eyes and fists from the thought only to stare back at the paper. At the horrific words it detailed. For poor Germany. The anger seeped through his blood stream unknowingly, but Germany wasn't done ranting on about all the screw ups Italy has caused. Und that one time...
Germany was conducting an army session one day for his new military, since World War ll was coming up and all fires were sure to aim at him. At first, Germany was kind of proud to be elected to take up the honorable job (Of course not showing it), but after meeting the imbeciles he had to teach to even hold a gun, he was now practically embarrassed. All his military men seemed like inexperienced dummkopfs who put Germany to shame. They were acting incredibly lazy, brainless, und slacker-offs who only wasted his time. It seemed that the only time the men ever exhibited energy and excitement was when they messed around with the guns and training equipment, doing so in a way that almost felt mocking towards Germany. What was wrong with those people, his people in fact. They are usually always so skillful and dead serious, so what 'ze heck was going on?
Germany only finally recognized the root of their easy-goingness when a new trooper appeared.
"Heya Kiya! I'm ready for training!" Germany hitched his shoulders and turned dreadfully to the too-preppy voice. Italy was running down the dirt road to catch up with his comrades, panting optimistically until the clumsy Italian slipped on his untied shoelaces and tumbled to the floor.
The other German soldiers stared at him with disgust at first, but when Italy picked up his face from the sandy walk-way, exclaiming his perky 'vee~!', the other men laughed and clapped in the most modest way they could muster. Germany quickly grew tempered and stomped his foot.
"Nein! There will be no tomfoolery today, so get your silly out now and be men!"
His soldiers immediately straightened, but snickered as Italy got on his feet and skipped over to Germany, who was massaging his forehead for an answer upon Italy's sudden appearance. "Gee, I can't wait to get going, Germany! What are we going to do today, huh? Are we going to be all sneaky or create menacing death traps?"
"Italy, 'vwhat are you doing here?" He asked, pinching his furrowing brows.
Italy twitched, slightly dispirited, but smiled once again. "Vee, my boss and your boss had a talk suggesting I come training with you, to better myself, I think."
Germany heaved a heavy sigh, "'vwell, I suppose you're 'vright 'zere."
"'Kay then! Let's a-go troops!" He chanted sprightly and marched on with no questions asked. Germany's men looked at him in confusion, so he nodded in Italy's direction reluctantly and they all marched behind the cheery fellow.
After a minute or so, Italy completely forgot where he was going and panicked, speeding back to Germany and coyly asking him to take the reigns. Germany adjusted his gloves, expecting that crossly and guided the young students to their destination, trying agonizingly to ignore their Italian related chatter he brought up earlier. The characters walked through the forest into a rounded area of sandy floor and trees guarding around. Germany stopped on his tracks there and turned stiffly to the other people. Italy made the inept mistake of bumping into him, and he scurried back to cower.
Germany huffed again, then cleared his voice to speak, "so, I have led you all to a natural looking part of the forest, correct?"
The german men nodded hesitantly, exchanging glances with others for answers, then Germany barked up.
"Nein! This area is actually quite dangerous, as it was set up with traps by other notorious countries. You weaklings must think to stealthily find a way avoiding it and disarming them!"
To start, the soldiers nodded in comprehension, then shrunk, befuddled. One raised their hand, praying they were bitterly wrong, "um, Mr. Germany, that's a joke, right?"
Germany sneered and sent the men shivering to the core, "No, this is all very real! We are in the middle of a battle field and you must give up your blood in order to survive! If you are caught, then you are immediately dead, and if to come out a minute late, I 'vwill kill you. Is 'zat clear?"
All the troopers were shaking in their boots, but being born tough and strong Germans, they weren't about ready to cave in. They readied their position, tightening their grip on their guns and bit their lips for luck.
"Alright, gehen wir, but we must sneak around quietly, or else 'zey'll detect us-"
"What about me, boss!?" Italy chimed like he was unaware of the reality.
Germany grunted as he turned back to face the flighty Italian. So many obstacles come to mind when he looks at him. Taking the clumsy dummkopf with him could give him up, but leaving him by himself or with other poor German saps will set off probably more attention there. He was simply faced with a lose/lose situation and swore under his breath.
He pinched his forehead in thought, "'vell... I guess you-"
All of a sudden, a bullet zipped past Germany and Italy and broke apart in a near by bush. Silence followed eerily as Italy gasped, tears already forming. They were exposed!
"Oh no! What do we dooooooo!?" Italy freaked out, the tears leaking from his closed eyes. Germany groaned furiously and seized the collar of Italy's loose, unformal-for-war shirt and hurtled to the grassy forest. Italy was jerked to the ground, releasing a painful huff and crawling on his knees to the ducking German, "is this real, hm?"
At first, Germany didn't want to waste his breath to answer, to lose his focus, but as he analyzed the area and detected movement from far away, he sprinted a few feet and muttered, "'ja, but we've been training for a while, so you should know what to do, 'vright?"
Italy gaped his mouth, scared and hopelessly confused. He gradually shrunk back, clogging the air with nervous tension about the situation and lied, "um... yeah."
Germany picked up on Italy's coyness but didn't have the time to deal with it as another bullet flew between the two, ramming into a tree trunk and lifting smoke to their hiding place. "Let's hurry und run!" He ordered sternly and jumped to his feet, running through the forest. Italy panicked as he scrambled to his feet and jogged after him.
"Germany wait!" He squeaked behind, slowly losing sanity at the bullets attempting to follow him. Italy started veering in and out of the trees, giving the enemy better chances at shooting at him and Germany halted and sneered back at him furiously. That dummkopf!
Germany suddenly had the impression to look around and noticed his other soldiers starting to fidget out and spring away from bullets unprofessionally due to their other captain of an idiot losing total control. "Every'vone, calm down, be totally a'vware of your surroundings and don't let the flying fire scare you off!" He ordered in the best supportive voice he could demonstrate and luckily got his men to calm down and stand their pace. "As for you, Italy-"
Italy screamed and tripped over a sudden, breaking twine rope hidden 'tween the trees, activating a looped rope near him to strike at his flying boot and yank him upside down. Germany stopped dead in his speech and stared as Italy swung clumsily upside down, his tears falling over him as he plead random Italian and wished for a white flag. The other soldiers quit scrambling and even the enemy took a moment to watch at the absurdity.
"Aiutimi, aiutimi! Sono spaventato!" He blubbered nervously, swaying his hands around frantically in a way of surrender.
"Alright, an open target!" An enemy chanted with twisted pleasure in his lips. "Come on, men, let's fire!"
Germany face palmed as they aimed their guns at the swinging axis character. 'Vwhy, 'vwhy did this have to happen? He had wondered as he tackled Italy from the trap and tried desperately to flee like cowards in their eyes.
Germany shuddered at the incident as he slowly came back to his senses. Gee, Italy really did screw Germany over, didn't he. All was just fine with Germany's life, he couldn't have complained or asked for more, but for some reason, Italy seemed to make things worse. He's loud, draws attention, he somehow finds ways to trip over everything, ruining whatever he could, and whenever he came over to Germany's house, he always brought the reeking stench of garlic into his home. Germany folded his hands to rest his elbows over the crumpling newspaper, dropping his chin to his overlapping fingers and slowly going into annoyance, one beyond just Italy screwing up. But probably the worst moment of all was when... The Berlin Wall incident.
"Attention all citizens of Germany," he remembered hearing from the speakers of the tall towers over the middle of Berlin. Germany had been taking a breather outside that day. He was overwhelmed with buckets of work to attend to and trying to keep bondages stable. It was grinding at his nerves and really throwing him off. It was unbearable, he had to walk his worries away. He plodded over to the streets of Berlin, always taking favor of the simple vibrance of the scenery. The troubles I'm facing, he recalled as he approached a barbed fence and rested his arms on it, being immune to the tiny spikes pricking into his skin. Particularly with that nuisance country Italy. I've already had enough trouble go and come, but hopefully nothing more is to come...
That's when the sirens blared, when the intercom screeched in feedback, and Germany snapped his head up towards the watching tower.
"Attention everyone, all citizens of Germany, 'vwe don't 'vwant to alarm you too much, but 'ze German Democratic Republic are coming!"
Germany scrunched his eyebrows, totally puzzled. "'Vwhat are you talking about? What business do 'ze have here now?" He hollered up at them, keeping a cool head.
"I don't know, but they're coming with large machinery, bricks, und some wrecking equipment," the guard from up above explained nervously.
Germany leered in the direction, but didn't find it necessary to strike fear into the other citizens, so remained calm as he shouted orders for the guards to round up all the citizens to see what it was all about. They did as they were told, but nevertheless, the people were suspicious and nervous with the oncoming vehicles. Kids hid closer to their mothers, men stood straight, glaring, and teens were silent to watch what may unfold.
Germany's boss also showed up along with Mr. Mikhail Gorbachev (who was visiting from Russia), knowing what will very well happen if they didn't talk cautiously, and waited at the peak of the towers for the tanks to roll towards them, a far, far distance from everyone else.
Finally, the tanks stopped feet from the heart of Germany, the sudden acknowledgement of uniformed men standing their ground like a fence in front of the tanks. Some men clambered out the tanks as the dust from the ground emerged slowly back. People Germany only faintly knew approached the two serious men, looking strict and angry as they held out a badge. It flashed Walter Ulbricht, they faintly noted. "We are from the German Democratic Republic, of course you must be aware of us," he heard the main man address rather sternly. No one made a gesture to comment, everything was still and quiet. The he carried on, normally, "we come with very important news for the country, Germany. Due to post World War ll status, Germany is concluded to be divided for ownership by the Allies-"
"'Vwhat is 'zis?" Germany's boss started, but his tone was neutral. "'Zis can't be right, all should return as normal."
Germany craned his head the moment he heard his boss pipe up. It was making him slightly anxious to be only able to hear muffles of the conversation. He cautiously decided to take steps forward, popping up more evident to the crowd.
"Don't interrupt! These are direct orders from others higher than you. Germany must be divided, and along with that, it has been decided that there will be a wall in Berlin to separate it by East and West, according to America and Russia and for the order of restriction of the Eastern Bloc."
Everyone lost it. The citizens began protesting angrily, although no one challenged to charge over. Germany's boss and Gorbachev also flinched a little by this as the uproar gradually grew louder and louder. Germany hesitated in the spot, instantaneously thrown in a loop of thought. Build a wall so 'zat isolates 'ozers?! How dare he 'zink!
Mr. Gorbachev shook his head, growing agitated by the second, "'vwhat, this just cannot be. We should at least talk this ove'r, there cannot be a right to-"
"It doesn't matter, it has been decided as such," The already detested man turned to speak to all the citizens there who had piped down, "don't worry about it too much, it is really not that bad, it is for the best."
Even so, Germany could sense the hateful atmosphere in the air, the grumblings and the adrenaline to storm up to the inconsiderate man. He wouldn't blame them. He was holding himself back not to say a word. 'Zen again, maybe I should, I am important after all.
Without thinking for a moment longer, Germany barked, "We can't just let you come in and cause dramatic destruction to our home! 'Zere are things that need to be considered! 'Vwe 'vill not stand for 'zis! I am 'ze country Germany, and I say nein!"
The German Democratic Republic spun in Germany's direction in a blink of an eye, glaring at him through the haze of the dirt. Now things were serious as actions were being taken into place. Germany's boss stared at him with a mixture of admiration and nervousness, while the German man in saying could feel everyones' eyes on him, through him.
"Mr. Germany, please don't fight," was the man's response. He tightened the black gloves pressing into the skin of his hands, making them tighter. Then he threw the hand up, "we are making this wall for your own good!"
He launched his arm back down and the tanks quickly started rolling over the gravel. The citizens automatically starting panicking, families running away from the scene while German soldiers finally went for the oncoming vehicles. Germany's boss and Gorbachev fell back to the control towers as quickly as possible, sending warnings all through Germany: "Attention all citizens, 'ze German Democratic Republic is taking over! Please take protection as soon as possible. Try not to get separated! Don't worry too much! Have hope!"
The Republic in question merely scoffed, amused, as the tanks rolled by him, just barely able to have heard the announcement over the machinery working up its chaos. He made his voice audible, at least to Germany, but kept a perfectly still frame, "I advise that no one go near Checkpoint Charlie where we intend to build, or consequences may happen."
Germany growled, a growl that rumbled almost louder than the machinery as he started yelling orders to soldiers who stayed to fight. "Don't give up! Try to 'vward 'zem off, but no violence... we need to try."
They nodded their heads, Germany secretly impressed by the hopeful glint in each one of their eyes and the faithful smirk playing on their lips. They ran across the dirt field, readying their guns, but also preparing for any trouble and retreats. In case of this, Germany, along with his other men, hurriedly built a trench feet away from the scene where his faithful men may take shelter just in case all else fails. He really hoped something good could come from standing up.
There he was then, in the middle of a treacherously close battlefield, the ground rumbling and noises vibrating in his head. He was going insane just standing there, taking in what would be, so he decided to stand up from the trench, just finishing its built, but then he heard it.
"Hey Germany!" The voice. The shrill, somewhat excited but mostly terror stricken voice, managed to reach his ears over the bedlam of it all.
Germany spun on his heels, kicking up dirt ferociously to the point of indenting 10 inches. He snarled more than ever for any human being or country on this Earth. "Italy!"
Being where he shouldn't be, yet here he was, fumbling over his untied shoes while Germany's citizens ran wild, starting to fire a bit, but some standing firm, still watching. Germany faced Italy's direction fully, ready to punch him in the gut when he came, but still paying attention from the side. The tanks crunched over the Earth, already passing the towers, ready to wreck havoc. Italy tripped just as he finally approached Germany, falling into his arms.
"'Vwhat are you doing here!?" Germany pushed Italy off, suddenly feeling a wave of nervousness.
Italy welled up with tears. He was looking around the chaos, shaking. Badly, "Germany! I came over to visit you, and mostly because my boots are untied again, but then I come to this scene from one of your horror movies! What's going on!?"
"Look, I don't have time, I-" an explosion tore through the dirt near by them and Germany pulled Italy farther into the ditch. He had to get out there quickly. "Italy, a division has occurred and 'ze German Democratic Republic is going to build a dividing wall, and obviously, we don't like this."
"Ah, but why such a war!" He cried out, quaking as the explosions were beginning to overpower their talking.
"'Vwe're trying to control it and keep calm, just-" dirt piled over them as another explosion burst near their area and Italy was starting to lose it.
"Ahhhh, I'm out of here!" He uncoiled and unnerved in the spot until he squirmed out of Germany's all tightening grasp.
"Ah, no, Italy!"
The Italian tried to scramble out of the pit, a bullet just flying past his ear.
"Nein! You'll give ever'zing a'vawy!" Germany pulled back from around his waist, causing Italy to cry more and claw dirt back. Dust clouds of dirt along with rattling explosions knocked Germany back and Italy was free to wobble off at an alarming rate. Germany swiped the dust from his eyes and leaped out of the ditch, turning to where Italy was going. He made a complete turn, strangely, he noticed. Italy was going!- The dummkopf was heading towards the way of war. He must have gotten disoriented from reality! "Italy!"
"Waahhh! I've got to get out of here!" The Italian cried, clearly unaware that he was throwing himself in the middle of bullets and exploding rubble.
The tanks were still coming on, firing mercilessly, crunching and tearing Germany's land. His citizens were still panicking in a frenzy, people now tripping, running over one another to find safety, other men yelling protests and bringing out more shots, fighting back. Everything was falling apart. A line was already being divided from West Germany to East. Germany blinked as it set in, then. Part of his life was being cut in half. His peoples' families would be seperated and society would be drastically changing. He growled as the tanks drew closer.
"Italy! Come back! 'Zis must end now!"
Italy's ears caked up with dust, dirt, and shots crashing all around him. He was so scared into confusion, eyes totally bleary, he was already in the course of its line. Another German solider, who was quite young for being one, had a sharp eye in noticing Italy in the way. He wanted to call out to get him to leave, but the tanks were already a good ten feet away. He was a dead man. The German solider sneered. No, he couldn't be, not with the control they must maintain. The solider jumped to his feet briskly and ran off to Italy, the ground still shifting terribly around him.
Dust clouds curled up from around Germany, finally, and he saw the young solider racing to Italy. He also saw the tanks right there. "No! Stop!" He cried out, quaking at this point. He started off running when he was caught back by another, great explosion, powerful enough to send him back on his feet. "Ugh! No!"
Italy had completely stopped at the line in where the wall was to be build. He was crying on the spot, terrified at the large tanks aimed directly at him. The German Democratic Republic noticed him and swung his arm out to him. "Italy, move away from the line now so we may proceed!" He dipped his eyebrows, seriously peeved. "You have nothing to do with this, I've ordered this to be done!"
Italy immediately paused and stared, almost like he was frozen, shocked. The Democratic Republic (of Germany) frowned and glared with even deeper annoyance. Too long, too late. The tanks chorused utters of fire and their first strike took off right where Italy was standing. Time felt unfairly slow as Italy bared the brunt of impact and two withering arms roughly push him aside, falling to the ground sharply on his hips. He was unscathed by the shot, by someone who couldn't say the same, who, saved him...
Germany looked on when he noticed silence fall and saw the horrific sight. Body splattered, contorted, blood spilling out and staining the ground; The severed body of his youngest solider, in an unneeded battle because of the sake of rescuing... Italy.
All of Germany's citizens watched his glazed gaze, staring in the direction of the Italian country, who had slowly rose to his feet, in traumatized state, beads of tears in those closed eyes, staring right back; so aghast.
Even the tanks stopped their gas, examining the scene. The Republic appeared shocked for the actual incident of a death, already, and glared in Germany's direction. Oh how you've done it now.
Germany looked around at the others whose faces bared mixed emotions. It had gone too far, but now what? What was Germany supposed to do now? He tried to keep things under control, but it was official. He was broken down. The German Democratic Republic took over, having built that wall that only brought more disruption, fighting, crying, and disaster; but how things could have possibly smoothed out had it not been for Italy's carelessness.
Germany opened his eyes, having felt that last bits of his memories and thoughts come out in word. He gasped. Is it really that true than? Was Italy the worst thing to have happened to his country? I tried to give him a break, thinking of 'ze times his come over normally, but I see every time he visits, disaster of any kind strikes and I have to clean it up. I've worked so hard, I suppose I never really did need Italy, al'zough he came and redrew our history like one of his old coloring books. Germany sat back down at his chair, after finally discarding the newspaper forcefully into a trash bin, hopefully to never see something along those lines again. Although he had strong feelings against that. He furrowed his brows, crunched his knuckles, and thought even harder about the situation. 'Vwhy, 'vwhy did 'zese 'zings have to happen. I've done so much und 'zis is what I get. I can no longer go on with that toddling sorry-excuse. He has done no'zine good for me. Even I have helped save his sorry hintern for 'ze silliest of reasons, und I get the sour end of the repayment...
Germany twitched his eyebrows, frowning deeply. He felt painfully conflicted. But yes, that's what I must do. I must end our treaty contract.
"Hiya Germany!"
His eyes dilated, simultaneously hitching. 'Zat voice again. Don't tell me, it's-
"Good to see you again, Germany!" Italy chimed happily. He ran over casually to his home, naturally without bother to tell Germany before hand. He simply spotted him what seemed to be 'enjoying his time' out in the yard and had to zip over.
Germany struggled to say anything for a moment, given what he was thinking and all, and passively responded with, "'ja."
Italy pulled up a chair directly in front of Germany and hopped down, gleaming at the German man. Germany was upset with him as it is, so he twitched under his unchanging gaze and asked him sternly, "'vwhat do you 'vwant, Italy?"
"Oh, well, I thought I'd come over to give this." The country brought out a white box with lacy, pink hearts- and a little Italy drawing he did himself- lightly decorated on it. He slightly nudged it over to Germany, who rolled his eyes with a sigh and opened it up. It was a special made lunch, filled with specially mashed potatoes, lines of impressively roasted wurst, plus other things Germany considered a wonderful delicacy; but he only happened to frown, puzzled.
"'Vwhy did you make 'zis for me, plus I thought you only knew how to prepare pizzas and pastas and other preppy Italian things..."
"Well, I'm kind of naturally good at this kind of thing," he smiled openly and Germany groaned, expecting that. "But... I wanted to make something extra special for you, to show my great appreciation for you."
Germany paused as he looked on on Italy. He looked a little nervous, like he was blushing. 'Zat, or he's frightened of me. "What kind of appreciation would you have for me, I haven't done anything but silly things."
"That's not true to me." He lolled his head to the side, a somewhat nervous smile fully crossing his features. "You've helped my country a lot, as a matter of fact, and you did it every time. If my silly shoelace needed tying, you would swoop in just to do that. If my army needed assisting, then you and your troops would come along, even if you didn't want to.
"Even if you know this or not, Germany, I know I can really be sometimes clumsy and goofy and get you into hasty trouble... economic, plummeting trouble; but no matter what happened, you rescued me through it all and even find it enough to forgive me, even when I knew you hated me enough to disown me off the map." Italy paused afterward, taking a deep breath ("more like he needed a brea'zer.") and gently opened his eyes up to Germany. His amber brown eyes that glittered earnestly. Germany had to bow slightly as to not break in any way. "I am very happy to have been partnered with the greatest country in the world, even though you may beat me up brutally sometimes."
Germany's face faltered when looking back up to Italy. I guess I hadn't realized it in 'zat 'vway. That he really appreciates me and looks up to me. Germany had to ponder on, even after Italy waited nervously for his response. Italy's literally been 'zere for everything, bringing more and more downfall to my land usually, but always unintentionally. He comes to see me with well meaning feelings, but noth'zing seems to ever work... yet, he's not as foolish as I previously judged. He realizes and tries to go out of his way to make it up to me, like now. He's al'vawys 'zere, no matter what.
Germany blinked back at Italy, he laughing cumbersomely. "Thank you Italy, I hadn't known..." Germany stopped and turned his head, his face flushing. "I 'vwaz in a rut with economic and country problems... it is kind of nice to know that there can always be a good thing from our alliance. No matter 'ze bad times, 'zere is always something good 'zere, for return."
Italy smiled widely at this and was about to say something. Germany shifted his head slightly, though, "but seriously, you need start working harder in order for me to fully forgive you, und a bunch of o'zer 'zings which I'm going to leave out for the moment."
"Yeah, okay! No problem, boss!" He saluted and Germany turned and gave a tiny smile. "Now, uh, do you think you can try your food?"
Germany slowly picked a wurst from the box after not responding awkwardly for a long while and popped it in his mouth. He chewed uncertainly, paused, and swallowed a slight grimace as the center of his face shaded blue. Italy was smiling on the other side, though, hopeful, so Germany cringed a crooked smile, eventually overcoming the taste and replying that it was good.
After chewing more bites, Germany concluded that it actually wasn't as bad as the first bite; neither was the initial thoughts of Italy's mishaps racing through his head earlier. All Germany was thinking about were the thoughts of when Italy got in the way and ruined everything. There had actually been much more decent, or if not, annoying memories of Italy's appearance. Germany really shouldn't have underestimated Italy, he is a country after all ("'ze descendent of the Roman Antique, even if he doesn't show it much.") that just needs more training. Germany couldn't end their treaty just because of history that happened in the past, as painful as it was. Germany had plans with the advancement of his country, and he has strong confirmations of success. All he has to do is look past Italy's silliness and recognize him for the best, because Germany has to coyly admit that Italy is one of the best allies he's ever had as well.
That's the end of the first installment of the Axis and Allies adventures. Too bad it couldn't have come out much sooner from what I had hoped.
Now, I would just like to say really quick that most of this story is not historically correct- minus the Berlin Wall incident (except for getting Italy involved and such, but with the dead of a young German citizen, that's certainly true.)- and of course most of the story is made up in Hetalia fashion. In hindsight, I would have definitely wanted to make everything about the plot more historically correct, but I had already shaped the story before realizing that, and I'm kind of upset for not thinking about it in the first place, and I thought of too much to change anything. ;-; I hope to improve it a little more (plus others) with correct history in future chapters! :D
I hope this story was enjoyable, but either way, I like writing it and I hope to release more chapters soon. Please review, favorite and anything else you'd like to do, I'd appreciate it a lot! (*Note*: Also, sorry if any German or Italian is wrong, I would be forever ashamed.)