Finally! I finished writhing the second chapter. Sorry it took so long. First Microsoft wouldn't work then my computer destroyed itself, and finally when I got a working computer... I had writers block. Bleh. Thank you to anyone who is reading this for being patient with me. Though the way this story is going it may be longer than a three-shot. Well, I am sure you guys are sick of my rambling so onwards to the story!

Edit: God Dammit! Forget to add one small thing and the entire future of the story could be changed!

Germany's P.O.V

"Italy!" I yelled up the stairs, "Wake up!"

I had gotten no response. Not like it was a shock, that Italian really hated waking up. With a sigh I headed upstairs to wake him.

"Italy it's time to get up…" I said opening the door to my room… only to see the bed was empty. That was unusual. Normally he would be in my room. I figured he was probably in his bed… for once.

Just as I closed the door to my room, I heard a blood curdling scream… coming from Italy's room! I very nearly broke the door down in my haste to get to him. I swore if anyone was hurting my Italy there was going to be some blood spilt.

When I got into the room gun ready, I can't even remember grabbing it, all I saw was Italy staring at the wall in shock.

"Italy," I said gently, as to not scare him, walking over to the bed slowly, "what's wrong? What happened?"

"(1) Mi hanno attaccato... Stanno andando a prendermi... Aiutami ... mi aiuta! io non voglio morire! NON VOGLIO MORIRE!" he cied as he through himself at me, barrying his face in my chest.

"Italy you know I don't speak italian. I can't do anything if you don't tell me so i can understand," I said, rubbing soothing circle on his back. Thank god I read that manual on how to deal with people who are having hytarics.

He just kept making wimpering noises. I must have sat their for an hour before he calmed down and then it was as if he just snapped out of a daze.

"Ve~ Doistu?... Where did you come from?" he asked me, a look of complete confusion in his eyes.

"What do you mean 'when did I get in here'?" I asked him, "I been in here over an hour trying to get you to calm down."

"Ve~ realy... I don't... remeber that at all. Why were you trying to calm me down?"

"I came in here after I heard you screaming bloody murder." I told him, starting to get annoyed, "What do you mean you can't remeber?"

"I don't!" he cried, starting to get upset, "I realy don't! Ve~ the last thing i remeber is crawling in bed for my siesta."

"Alright, alright. I believe you... just don't start making this into a habit." I told him with a sigh. "Now that your awake, I believe it is time for supper."

Italy's P.O.V

"Yeay! Time to eat!" I yelled in excitement, causeing Germany to flinch at the change in volume, "Can we have pasta? I really want pasta, Germany!"

"Nein. We had pasta for lunch. We are having Königsberger Klopse," he told me.

"Ve~ but Doistu," I said with a whine in my voice, "I don't like your meat balls or potatos!"

"To bad." Wow. He must realy be annoyed with me. Normaly he gives me a lecture, but it's not like I'm going to complain; if I can get out of a lecture I'm not going to push it.

"Then I'm not hungry!" I said... just as my stomach chose that time to growl.

"Realy..." Germany said dryly, "then I guess you don't want the cake I plan on making eather."

Dammit... I can't say no to cake! "I'm suddenly hungy again! Lets go eat!" I said as I ran out of the room.

*the next day at the training ground*

"Doitsu," I whined, "are we done yet?"

"Nein!" He had me running laps, doing pushups, and anything else he could think of. He was also planning on trying to teach me to use a gun… again. I don't get why he insist on making me learn to shoot a gun. It's not like I would ever shoot someone... without good reason.

Just as we finished the last lap a man came running over.

"Sir! The leader wants to speak with you." The man said.

"Now?" Germany asked exasperated.

"Yes, sir. He said it was important and has to be discussed rights away."

"Alright… Tell him I am on my way."

The man turned and left running back the way he came.

"Italy, looks like your training has been cut short," he told me, "and I probably won't be back in time for that game of fußball I promised you."

"Ve~ it's okay." I said, not sure whether I should be happy training was ending early or upset I couldn't play soccer with Germany.

"(2) Entschuldigung Italien," he told me before he left for his meeting with his boss.

It wasn't too bad. Now I had some free time to do as I pleased. It had been a while since I last practiced my painting. With that thought in mind, I started to walk home, forgetting my medicine in the dresser where I hid it at Germany's.

Translations:

(1)Mi hanno attaccato... Stanno andando a prendermi... Aiutami ... mi aiuta! io non voglio morire. NON VOGLIO MORIRE! - They attacked me... They're going to get me... Help me... Help me! I don't want to die! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

(2)Entschuldigung Italien – Sorry Italy.

Nein means no or nay