Italy sat in the corner of the kitchen, concentrating on a rat crawling on the floor. It was half dying, because its intestine was hanging out and swinging with its movement. He sighed and decided to lie down.
I wonder what's going to happen now that I'm NATO's enemy...and I wonder what's going to happen to Germany...
A cold breeze crept up on Italy and tickled his neck. There was dead silence for a moment, but the wind picked up and made branches hit the window outside. Italy's slow and steady breathing was also heard. The two noises seemed to make a rhythm, a slow and somber rhythm. Italy closed his eyes tightly.
That's it, Italy! You and I are gonna fight! Let's go, I'll end you!
No, America! Please!
A brutal battle appeared in his mind. Not only did it involve America, but it also involved England, Belgium, Greece, Norway, Iceland, Turkey, Spain, France, and every other country in NATO. Except for Germany...
He stopped to think about it, and he came to the conclusion that Germany had liked him, a little more than a friend. That thought made him smile, but only for a bit. He got a little sleepy, so he curled up on the floor and fell asleep for the night.
Knock, knock, knock
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Knock, knock, knock!
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Knock, knock, knock, knock!
Italy drowsily got up as someone continued to pound on his door impatiently. He grabbed the doorknob but didn't open it.
"Who is it?" he called out sternly.
"It's England, open this door Italy, now."
England's tone made Italy quiver in fear. He turned the knob only slightly.
"What do you want, England? Leave me alone!"
"Another country died."
Italy sighed and let England in. He was wearing all black, like he was just at a funeral.
"Italy, Belgium has fallen."
Dead silence again. Italy's jaw dropped but he quickly shook his head and looked down.
"She's...dead? How? What happened?"
"She had caught the disease from Brussels. The disease spread by your country. Italy, I recommend you kill yourself or something because this is getting out of hand!"
Kill yourself...The two words echoed inside Italy's head. His face went red.
"England! You have to understand! I don't know how to fix this! I really don't!" he said.
"Then why did you do it?"
"I didn't! England, please!"
"Italy, just accept the fact that you did this on purpose and we can forget about you."
Italy began to sob. "This isn't fair, England!"
"I'm not the only one who thinks this. Everyone in NATO hates you, Italy, so just kill yourself..."
With that, he turned and left, leaving Italy to fall to his knees and sob once more.
"FUCK YOU, ENGLAND! FUCK YOU ALL!"
The door closed before England had a chance of hearing. Italy continued to scream curses and protests into the silent room...