Chapter 1: the world meeting that would change, well, the world.
Long ago, there was a man who took control of the Mediterranean and obtained the wealth of the world.
His name, was 'Roman Empire.'
This worlds wealth, fame, servants, and vast lands.
One day the man, who obtained all of these things...
Vanished.
ZHE TIME VAS VORLD VAR VONE!
Ludwig's POV
'I'm currently supposed to be fighting a descendent of the same Rome, but...'
"How strange," I said crossing through the forest looking for my allusive enemy.
"I easily crossed this border with just a wooden stick."
I said to myself.
'This must be some kind of joke... It's the first time I've ever crossed a border and still had time to eat my wurst.'
'Even when I see an enemy they go off somewhere in a hurry. Is this a dream?'
"No, I can't let my guard down," I reasoned with myself, "it's that guy we're talking about. So there must be some kind of plan."
"This is some kind of trap to make me careless! I should be careful... Nn?!"
As I made my way through the shrubs I saw a wooden box placed on the ground in the clearing.
A label on the sign had the English lettering for the word 'tomatoes'.
And that was what began my crazy adventure with the one known as Italy.
(Time skip to Modern day!)
Omniscient POV
The World Meeting was like any other.
All of the countries were in an argument over something stupid.
"Wait... where's Itary-san?" Japan spoke up.
'Strange, it's not like Feliciano to skip out on a meeting like zha-'
Germany's thoughts were cut off by the double doors opening.
Said Italian slowly walked into the meeting room.
But there was something off about him, something... different.
The Italian didn't have that normal "happy-go-lucky" smile, his features seemed...
void...
almost like...
he felt nothing.
Germany noticed two black rings under his eyes.
Spain noticed that he wasn't wearing his normal uniform...
Wait.. that's wrong, he's wearing it but it's...
Black and red.
He sat next to Russia and Germany.
Germany felt something in Italy's aura, it felt just like Russia's...
No, even darker.
Romano, France, Austria, Prussia, Hungary, and Spain widened their eyes, when they saw Italy's glowing red eyes.
Hungary shook her head.
'No, not again. Why now?'
"Italy dude, where have you been!"
Italy glared towards the American.
Alfred's eyes widened, backing off.
England was stunned.
Nobody, especially not Italy, has ever quieted Alfred down that quick before.
Italy glared at England.
"What have I missed?" he asked in a monotone voice.
"Vell," Germany started, "ve vere talking about global varming."
Italy glanced at the German,
"And how to stop it, I assume."
As the conversation continued, America talked about something like a superhero defending the earth and there was a big argument, while South Korea hummed Gangnam Style.
Italy squeezed his black gloved hand, listening, getting impatient.
Germany seemed a little paranoid.
Japan crossed his arms.
"I agree with America-san."
Switzerland slammed his fist on the table, yelling at him,
"Man up, or I'll beat you with my Peace Prize!"
England, America, and France were getting in an argument and Spain was talking to Russia.
Right as Germany was about to shout. Italy stood, pulled a black gun out of the inner part of his uniform (Imagine Alucard's gun 'Jackal' but instead it says 'The Forsaken' on it).
BANG!
He had aimed his gun up, in the air, shooting a bullet up leaving a hole in the ceiling, getting everyone's attention.
"Everyone shut the fuck up."
He said coldly.
England and France's eyes widened, looking at him.
"Italy?"
Romano rolled his eyes. "Oi! Potato lover, watch where you aim that, you could shoot somebody's eye ou-"
BANG!
Without turning, Italy had aimed all the way across the room and had shot his gun at Romano, missing him, but hitting the chair.
The bullet had traveled through the loop in his curl.
"Next time," Italy said looking at him, "I won't miss."
Austria stood, "Italy! What the hell do you think you're doing?! I didn't raise you to behave this way!"
Italy twisted his head towards Austria, his neck making a sickening cracking sound as he turned.
Italy smirked, shaking his head, "YOU never raised me to behave in any way. Hungary was the one who raised me, you shit head."
Germany stood. "Italy, vhat has gotten into you?"
To be continued...