Italy spun in his chair quietly staring at the screens placed in front of him. The cat leaped up and scratched Italy in the face and he pushed itself off of his lap with a gut holding push.
"Non mi piace! (1)" Italy yelled, seemingly falling off his chair, quickly, he regained his own posture and sat in his chair once again. Taking in an unsteady breath, he pointed to the world map with a ruler he got from absolutely nowhere.
"We-a should take the countries one-a by one; all-a at once-a would be-a rather difficult, seemingly Russia…" He mumbled the last part softly, softly running his ruler over the screen lightly to Russia.
"We-a will leave-a out fratello's (2) if you-a want; South-a Italy isn't a vital place-a to take hold of-a so he can be-a dismissed." Italy explained looking towards the map in a calculating gaze, evaluating any and all problems. "For-a now,"
"I-a realize a bit of-a defense would be-a good for my-a country, I-a can-a make out the drawings of-a mass war devises; we-a are wonderful artists after all-a." Italy smirked slightly, glancing towards America. He knew none would even dare to call him foolish after this.
"And the-a hero has to-a save the people; even-a from themselves, si?" Italy asked rhetorically. America nodded anyhow and leaned against the cold metal near the screens, scanning his eyes over the mass of information about the different countries on the others screens placed next to the map.
"I have the technology stored to the point where nuclear power and significant bio-warfare could be used." America stated running his finger over the keys typing in codes quickly he targeted two countries. Germany and England.
"Dude, you can take Germany right? Persuade him to drop his defenses?" The American asked, returning to the position he was in before hand, leaning himself on the cold metal.
"Si, of course," Italy reassured leaning back in his chair, relaxing a bit. "England though, I-a thought he-a does not like you-a very much?" Italy observed on the screen with all of England's data. Italian spies can be useful, especially when countries want information.
"He totally doesn't have the power to take us, and he's not really as smart as he says he is," America's eyes held a bit of sorrow and resentment as he said so.
Italy noticed this and cleared his throat loudly. "Anything else you-a want to discuss-a?"
"Oh yeah, dude." America remembered something at the moment; he briskly pulled out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Italy. Feliciano looked it over and smiled. "Where'd you-a find this?"
"One of my dudes, Ben Franklin, I think, gave it to me a while ago," Alfred shrugged lightly and Italy looked over the blue prints for something rather great.
"Do you-a realize what-a this is?" Italy asked, taking his eyes off the paper to glance at America quickly before returning them glued to the same spot on the paper.
"It's a mind-control device!"
I do not own Hetalia.
I didn't forget about this! No, my RP partner got a case of writers block. She's easily subjected to this writing illness so updates on this story are shaky. She also has a hard time writing more than 200 words. I said 500 words minimum. She wrote 502...
She wrote Italy with a ridiculous Mario accent.
Okay, the last line is spoken by America if that's not clear.
(1) I don't like
(2) brothers
