Thank you for the follows and the reviews for the last Chapter! I got some reviews giving me ideas and pointers for the last chapter, so the following things have been updated from the original document:

1) I have a teacher who isn't very good so she told us when the Berlin Wall was built that West Berlin was the Capital of West Germany. Thanks to fereve13 for telling me that it was in fact Bonn that was the Capital. Merci!

2) A Guest Reviewer asked if I could put which Capital came from which Country at the top of each Chapter so the references were easier.

Note: I am using the English Dub, but when I cannot understand what they are saying, I use the English Subs instead.

Both have been updated in the last Chapter too.


In order of appearance:

Bonn- (West) Germany.

Rome- (North) Italy.

Paris- France.

Residenz- Holy Roman Empire.

Naples- South Italy.


THE TIME WAS WORLD WAR ONE!

Bonn found herself in what most people would call 'A Situation'.

She eyed up the Tomato Box carefully. "Weird, why has someone left me these tomatoes?"

Using Herr Stick, she tapped the box lightly. Well, lightly for her, almost breaking some of the wood in someone else eyes.

"Ah!" Someone yelled from inside the box. Bonn jumped back in shock, putting her hands up ready to defend herself. "Hello to you, I am the box of tomatoes fairy! I came here to be friends with you! Let's play with each other!"

When she realised it was probably some idiot just playing with her, she walked back up to the box. "I think someone's inside!"

"You're wrong, there's no-one inside!" At this, Bonn knew that whoever was in there just didn't want to be caught so started opening the wooden box. "Don't open the box!"

After several seconds of trying to open the box with little to no success, she muttered, "Darn, this is heavy!" Her fingers going red to white with the strength she was pulling at.

"Why are you ignoring me, what point is there in seeing a tomato box fairy, it's hard! What good will my internal organs be?"

Bonn carried on trying to open the box, which was slowly starting to make noises to show it was opening. "Something is definitely in here! Show yourself!"

After a couple more seconds, the pressure she had been using to try and open the box meant she went flying backwards and fell on her butt. Never minding about her sore ass, she peeked her head over the piece of wood still in her hands to have a look at who it was.

Standing in the box was a boy physically around sixteen years, the same age as herself, with auburn hair and strangely two small curls on each side of his head. Not as large as Veneziano and Romano's, but they resemble Rome's. She couldn't see his eye colour due to his eyes being closed, but he was wearing a light brown outfit, almost similar to her green one, but his had pockets and he had no weaponry while she had a bayonet. It seemed he was crying, and to Bonn's disgust, he was also drooling.

This is definitely Rome. Though I expected more for a Capital, even if he is Italian.

"I'm so sorry! You were right, I'm not a box of tomato's fairy at all! It was all lies! Lies! Please don't shoot me I'm too young to die! And what if I don't die but I'm just mortally wounded and forced to lie in misery in a pool of my own blood! Please, I'll do anything! Well, I mean within reason, I don't want to dieeeeee!"


[INSERT HETALIA: AXIS POWERS OPENING HERE]

"Please, seriously, I'm a virgin, who would want Virgin Olive Oil? Anyway, it's no fun to shoot a virgin, I'm pathetic enough as it is! Sorry for the lie, I really am a good Rome, I swear! You're Bonn, right?"

Rome continued babbling on, but Bonn had shut him out. She had her eyebrows furrowed the whole time the Italian spoke. At least there was something good for her- He would be easier to catch than a baby. Is this the guy I'm supposed to be fighting? I heard that my find is a descendant of the great Rome, but…there's no way it could be this guy, right? I mean, they look alike, but I wonder who he really is…

"Let me ask you a question. You wouldn't by chance be related to the Great Rome, would you?"

At this, he suddenly stopped crying and even started smiling at the German. "Wait, you're telling me you know my Great-Grandpa Rome? What a fantastico coincidence! Isn't it amazing we share the same name? Especially for this poor pizza and pasta lover~ You had me completely fooled, I thought you were really mean and scary, especially for a bella! So we can be friends, right?"

What kind of a joke is this? Bonn thought carefully, before suddenly getting a sense of realisation. Mein Gott, this is a trap! He's pretending to be harmless and then catch me off guard! Sneaky bastard!

"How fun to have a new-" The Roman boy was suddenly cut off by having a fist meet his jaw.

"I will not be tricked! Go to hell you pasta-loving bastard!"

Bonn knew that the Roman was pretty selfless (well, at least he was acting to be), but she didn't expect him to roll around on the floor crying like a toddler who had fell over learning to walk.

At that moment, I never realised the extent to which this encounter would change my fate. Although, I do not believe in such things.

To be continued.


[INSTERT CHIBITALIA OPENING]- My name's Leona Jasmin and this is the worst word I know: No-Pasta-For-Italians (It is now one word). What is the worst word you know?

Despite Paris constantly bullying Rome, he still cared for his little brother. Especially when other Capitals harassed him.

"You know what, Residenz?" He started. "There are lots of people to chase after than just Rome!"

Young Rome stood by his elder brother, almost clinging onto his leg. However, he knew Paris was after getting him to join as part of France, so he decided not to. However, almost immediately afterwards, Residenz came up behind him, giving him a cold stare.

"He chases me because I am scared of him." Rome admitted.

Residenz burrowed his eyebrows. He had a reputation for being persistent and really grumpy if he didn't get what he wanted. "I'd quit if you just come over to my place."

"But Great-Grandpa said I'm not supposed to go." Rome said quietly. He really didn't like having Residenz right behind him. If he was any closer, Residenz's chest would be touching his back.

Residenz thought quietly then for a second, before flooring the Italian and grabbing his ankles. "Then I'll make you!"

The Italian boy cried out for help, while Paris sprung into help him. "Did you listen to what I said to you?!"

Residenz practically didn't care. He turned around to face the Frenchman in a stance ready for a fight. Paris reacted by getting into his own position, before wielding a sword to the Holy Roman, while the smaller male had nothing and just stood there looking like a fool. Rome watched them both to see what would happen.

However, before anything actually happened, Madrid came up to Rome, a large plate of fresh churros in his hands.

"Hola señora, you would like to have some churros, no?"

"Sí!" The Italian grinned. He knew that the Spaniard wanted him to join Spain as well, but at least he gave him food instead of just fighting over him.


HOW ITALY BECAME A VICTIM OF BULLYING:

After the Roman Empire died, Italy became an assembly of small countries, each with different capitals. In those days, Rome and his brother Naples had everything, fertile land, mild weather and a rich history full of art and religion. It was a rather attractive place, naturally the other Capitals started to get jealous.

However, Rome and Naples were weak. Even back then.

To the other capitals, no capitals was such good prey as Rome and Naples. Paris started the national trend by charging into Rome first. Then, other strong and incredibly rude capitals invaded from the sea and took parts of Rome, Naples and other parts of Italy for themselves.


AND ONCE AGAIN, IT WAS WORLD WAR ONE

"And so once again, I captured Rome, but the only thing I hear from him are the singing, the laughing and the weird accents. It's like he doesn't want to escape from me at all!"

Bonn watched Rome doze with a book still half open in his hands. "Why don't you try to escape?"

Rome was obviously in such a light doze he was wide awake already. "Why? As long as I'm with you I get fed and nobody picks on me~ I like being here!"

Bonn didn't like that answer. "Nein, that attitude is unacceptable. If you're a soldier, even if you're French, you're supposed to try very hard to escape captivity!"

The Italian had almost gone to sleep again already and was sprawled across the German's lap. "You're the most pathetic excuse for a capital I've ever seen. Are you sleeping on me right now?!"

The German flipped him off his lap and stood up to open the door. In a more friendly tone, she said "Hey, look at how the door just opened! You could totally escape right now if you wanted to!"

Rome pondered on the idea, before going out. Bonn sighed in relief the Roman had left, but when she heard him say "Ciao, ladies! You're both very pretty!" Before reverting to Italian, then came back with a dreamy look on his face, she mentally facepalmed.


Both Bonn and Rome are very similar to Germany and Italy, so their script has hardly changed. Paris will change a bit as will Madrid, so their script will change more later on.

I will update as often as I can. School finishes on the 18th, but I am going on Holiday from the 23rd to 27th, last time I went I had WiFi but this time I don't know. When I am not busy (which can vary a lot), I will try to update daily. Ciao for reading!