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Oh Italy…. what have you done?
His fratello had agreed quickly. The second thing he needed to do was get another ally, one that would be just as willing to fight for the cause. Trembling, the small country knocked on Germany's door. As he expected, Prussia opened the door. The albino was taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Ita-chan!" he said, smiling at the nation. The normally cheerful Italian did not return the smile. Prussia invited the country in, and asked, "What did you come here for?" Italy flinched, but he explained everything. By the time the story was over, Prussia's smirk had been replaced with a serious, angry expression. "I'm gonna kill them," declared the former nation. Italy put a hand on Prussia's shoulder. "That's why I'm here." the small nation said, his expression and voice dead serious. "I'm here to offer you allies. Romano and I- and you." Prussia's expression, formerly horribly rage-twisted, went back to its typical smirk. "Great acting, Ita-chan," he laughed, ruffling the country's hair. Italy winced as the strong former nation's hand hit his curl, but he said nothing. "It's not April Fools, Germany!" called Prussia. "Great joke, though! I almost believed Ita-chan!" Italy's eyes slowly opened. Prussia stared back, and he felt all the true sadness and loneliness of what had happened to his brother. His grin fell off, to be replaced by the same hate-twisted expression. Prussia took a deep breath. "I shall join the- what are you calling the alliance?" Italy blinked, and let his eyes stay closed. He hadn't thought about a name. Finally, one came to him. "You are joining the Italian Empire."
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Of course, Prussia had a smart comment to that. "The Italian Empire?" he asked. "I'm not Italian! If we're gonna ally, we should be called the Awesome Invasion or something." Italy's eyes fell open into a glare. "No." "Aww," Prussia whined, but he didn't bother to press Italy more. The expression the nation was giving him was making him nervous; he didn't know what the small country was willing to do. He finally noticed something wrong about Italy- his hair curl had flattened, and was facing the opposite way. Prussia wanted to fix it; the Italian didn't look right without the hair curl, but he knew how badly the two brothers freaked out whenever someone touched the curl. Finally, Prussia had a question. "Who are we gonna invade first?"
Italy was ready. He was ready to invade Luxembourg, his first target. He wanted to start small; as Germany always said, there was no harm in preparation. If he started with someone too strong, he'd fail. He smiled his new smile, a smirk based off Prussia's. He was no longer Hetalia- he was a dominator!
What has Italy gotten himself into? I don't know. *cries*
Japan had gotten worried. Italy had excused himself, so he could sleep, and never returned. He assumed that the nation had gone off to think and regroup, but it was now dinnertime, and the country had been gone all day. Japan went to cook rice, saw a container full of Italy's pasta, and decided to eat that. It would be faster, the nation thought. He needed to check on Italy. When Germany woke up and learned the small country was not there, he would be angry, and he might hurt something or someone. As Japan unhappily ate the tomato sauce-covered noodles, he called Italy. A second later, he heard a song that was all too familiar-
Italy's ringtone for him. He followed the noise, and it lead him to the room they all slept in. His heart pounding, he thought he heard a scuffling noise inside the room. "Italy!" he said, sweeping the door open. When he looked in, however, the only sign of the country was his phone, buzzing slowly across the dresser. Italy was gone.
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