Italy then woke up around 8:30, with no one next to him, alone like always. He immediately sprang from Germany's bed and ran down the hallway to see, Germany. One big weight lifted itself from Italy's chest, 'I thought he was gone, again.'
"Germany, what are you doing? Aren't you tired? I know I am."
"You shouldn't be up. I bet even you have a fever because of the cold. let me see." Germany then walked up to Italy and placed his palm up to Italy's head. "Just as I thought, of course you have a slight fever but I don't think it should bother you. Take it easy today."
"What about training? Don't you want to see how fast I can run from Britain today?"
"There is no training today. Instead, it's relaxing time. That's what today is. Nothing more." Germany then looked out the french back doors and stared at the sycamore tree. He then quickly swiped Italy off of his feet and carried him out the doors. The warming air of the fall day hit them both in the face with a smell of fallen leaves and semi-warm air.
Italy was more than surprised, "What is with you today? No training and now you think I'm a helpless bride. You do know that this kinda hurts."
"Yah? Well deal with it." Germany then sat down under the tree and placed Italy on his lap. "I think I'm just going to stay here all day."
Italy couldn't even begin to explain his happiness, 'Germany never acts like this. What happened to him while he was gone? Did he really miss me that much? I can't believe that.'
"You can't stay here all day Germany. What about breakfast and lunch and doing things today?"
Germany looked at Italy, "I don't have to do anything today. That's why I want to spend it with you."
As touched as Italy was, he didn't feel like doing any of the things Germany wanted to do. If anything, he wanted out of the house, "Germany I want to go out and do something with you."
"Not with your condition. How 'bout you and I stay home until you're mostly better?"
Inside Italy was screaming at Germany, but he agreed, "Ya, sure."
A few more days past and most of the bandages had been taken off of Italy's body. His fever was gone as well. Germany had decided to take a nap and left Italy to finally leave the house.
He opened the door with his brown fall jacket on and decided he needed to get Germany back for all that he did.
"I'm going to give him the best bouquet of flowers I can find. I'm so happy Germany finally left me alone. I love him but as of right now, he's too helping. It's weird. I wonder what happened while he was gone."
On his walk to the farmers market, Italy kicked through piles of leaves and splashed in small puddles left behind when it rained, though the last time it rained was before Germany came back. He finally started to see the small shops and the signs for the market.
"And now all I have to do is find the flower shop. Hmm maybe I should get some treats too. Yummy, that candy shop is in here too and I'd love some fudge right now!"
As he walked into the market, he found the flower shop with the same middle aged man that always worked there. He put a few untrimmed flowers on the counter as Italy came up to it.
"What can I get for you this time?"
Italy smiled, he did come here a lot, "Well, I'd like your biggest bouquet if that's not too much trouble."
"Ah no problem." The man turned around and looked for the best and biggest one he had. He pulled a beautiful bouquet out of its vase and handed it to Italy has he reached into his pocket for his wallet. "'Ey, it's on me today. If it's for the one you love, then you really shouldn't have to pay for it."
Italy smelled at the flowers as the man said that, "They are and he's done so much for me in the last few days."
"Then it's on me. Have a nice day."
Italy began to walk away and turned around waving his free hand, "Thank you so much and you as well!"
Italy decided he'd do some shopping while he was there, "Treats for me!"
Back at Germany's house, it was not as happy and cheerful as Italy was. Germany had gotten out of bed and decided to make something for him and Italy. He didn't even notice that Italy had gone off. Britain had gotten news that a German had come back from his little plunder with Russia. This time, Britain was going to Germany's house to kill him. He had brought a few troops. They stormed into Germany's house and found him in the kitchen. The troops shot at Germany and hit him four times, the last one knocking him to the ground. Then they surrounded him as Britain walked in and found his troops. He walked up to Germany, knelt down and grabbed him the collar.
"What the hell is your problem Britain?!" blood was coming from the sides of Germany's mouth as he spoke. More blood began to pool up under him.
"Oh nothing, just the fact that I hate you and all."
Germany's eyes began to gloss over and shut as Britain spoke.
Britain noticed, "Well since you're just going to bleed out and die anyway, I'll be on my way." Britain stepped up and turned his back to Germany. Germany took out his hand gun and shot at the troops that surrounded him. All of them fell to the ground with blood going down their foreheads.
Britain turned back around and grabbed Germany's collar again but this time had his gun aimed at Germany's temple.
"Do it. The only person who would care that I was dead is Italy and you've already beat him up for no good reason so."
Britain couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Pft the one that would care? You've got to be kidding me."
Germany was now struggling to get his words out, "Ga, the only one that cares about me and he didn't even get to say goodbye. You know how sad that little Italian would be? You know what's even more ironic is that I promised I would always protect him but you had to come in and almost kill him. How does that make you feel?"
Britain lowered his gun, "Ha, I hate you. You make me feel like the bad guy but I'm not. You are."
"I don't understand how I am, I've done nothing wrong. Russia and I fought and then it was over. It had nothing to do with you. Why do you hate me?"
"There is no reason, I just hate you."
Germany closed his eyes, "Huu, whatever you say…"
Britain was bored at this point. He wasn't just going to shoot Germany and walk away. So instead he just walked away and let his enemy bleed out on the kitchen floor. Blood covered the floor and Germany couldn't stay awake anymore, it was too hard. The amount of blood loose was just too much and his skin began to grow pale and cold.
It was only minutes after Britain left that Italy came though the opened front door to see something lying on the floor. He noticed it was a foot and ran over in panic. The bodies of British soldiers and then, Germany!
"Germany! Germany!"
Italy's flowers and candies hit the floor as he ran to Germany and picked up his head and put it in his lap. Italy felt for a pulse and any sort of life still left in him.
"Germany?! Wake up! Germany!"
He found a slight pulse and then saw a pale hand lifting up to his face. A soft voce spoke, "Hey, what would really help is if you'd call 911."
Italy dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone dialing those famous three numbers, 911. They picked up, and he immediately started talking, "Please help, my best friend has been shot and I don't think he'll make it! Please hurry!"
He couldn't think of anything else to say so he just listened. They came in a matter of minutes. Two paramedics came through the door with a stretcher and a medical bag. They both started to work on Germany. One of them had to keep Italy back as they loaded Germany on the stretcher and put him in the back of the ambulance. Italy tried to get to Germany but was held back again by the paramedic as they closed the back doors and drove off with lights flashing.
Italy, in a state of anger and shock, looked behind him to see his flowers, soaked in the pool of blood they had fallen in when they fell. He picked them up, crying with no end.
"G-Germany's flowers are ruined…"
The blood had soaked into the pedals and ruined them. He dropped them back on to the bloody floor. Italy had blood on his hands and lap thanks to him holding Germany in is arms, maybe even for the last time.
Something then sparked deep down in Italy. He was angrier than he's ever felt. He looked down at the floor and saw Germany's gun off to the side. He picked it up and looked to see that there were a few more rounds left in it. He put it in his jacket pocket and walked in Germany's room. He opened the closet door to see a large gun case. He pulled it out and laid it on the bed, unlatching the case. He opened it up and revealed a fully automated Kalashnikov AK-12 assault rifle, already loaded with an engraving on the side, "Ludwig Beilschmidt, hope you like this one. Prussia and I got it for you. ~love Italy."
"Rot in hell Britain. I know what this gun can do and I hope you're ready for pay back. No one hurts my Germany…"
He walked out of the house with Germany's gun by his side. Blood still covered his hands and clothes but that wasn't going to stop him from killing that bastard. Once he made it to Britain's house, he opened the door and stormed in, to find Britain lying on the couch, watching TV. Britain sat up quickly and pulled out his gun from it hostler.
"Hey it's the little coward. So did that German give up the ghost? That must be why you're here, am I right?"
They stared at each other, neither one moving or staying another word. Tears slowly moved down Italy's face as he tried to be the strong man Germany wanted him to be.
