Hello, guys! PastaWithWhiteFlag here. I'm so so so sorry if you've waited for the chapter. Blame my lazy habits here at home because summer vacation started a month ago and I don't want to waste my time doing unecessary stuff and such. I'll do my best to finish the story.

Chapter 4- Falling to Pieces (Part 1)

Inside the train transport where Italy had managed to escape from the headquarters in Germany, he was currently heading to his trip back to his home country, the Northern Italian border which he represented. He was sitting alone, wearing a long brown coat, black pants, black gloves, and a brown military boots. He was still looked gloomy about his hasty escape from the mansion last time. It was like a quick pac-man game where he tried his best shot to look the best passage to exit or else the guards or maybe the officials might get him in an instant.

A few minutes of pondering, he remembered a little flashback when he first met the German and the other Axis.

FLASHBACK (1939)...

The German offered the Italian a hand to make friends with him. "If you really vant to get stronger nation in terms of military then ve should make an alliance to help each other out and ze other countries vho are in need."

The Italian hesitated about the offer because he just wanted to make friends, nothing more and nothing less. Just good friends.

"Don't vorry, Italien. You vill be fine, trust me.". He waited patiently.

The Italian looked at the German and his hand at the moment. Then later on, he slowly recieved his hand at the other giving a quick hand shake with each other. The Italian spoke at the German.

"As long as it won't harm my people then I will be at your side at any cause. I will be your new ally and I will promise that I will work hard and try my best to impress you.". He smiled.

"Very vell, Italien." The German looked pleased then smiled back at the Italian. "I vill promise that you von't regret it."

The Italian whispered himself. "Damn regrets...". He showed his grumbled look while viewing outside of the train.

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Meanwhile... (Allies POV)

Once the Allied forces were surrounded by Nazi troops on the Southern border of Italy, England wanted to ask America on how to deal with their enemies but the troops kept their mouth shut using their yell.

England thinks himself, "If only I had to use my curses and magics but those fools won't believe me. Oh well, we will just wait for the rescue.". The Englishman sighs.

The Frenchman was still trembling on his knees and almost started to pee himself due to frightening situation, while America muttered at the troops.

(Romano's POV)

A lonely Southern Italian was walking on a deserted place at the Southern border where he represented, a few kilometers from the Allied point(which they were currently surrounded by German troops) wearing a messy brown military uniform, a brown trousers, a black military boots and a silver cross necklace. He was carrying a heavy but reliable sniper rifle equipped with armor and bullets.

Romano refused in joining the Axis powers because he had a bad feeling if he would join the group. He tried to discourage his little brother, Veneziano on making an alliance with Germany but the Northern Italian rebelled and forced to join the Axis.

Now, he kept on praying everytime for his little brother's safety and not to treat the Axis powers badly to him.

"Quello stupido fratello! He should've listened to me! I...I promised to my nonno that I will be the one to keep an eye on him, protect him, and watch over him, but look what he did?! He joined an alliance with that fucking German!". He talked to himself with an anger expression on his face. "Now I'm going to hunt those mianiacs and shoot their stupid heads. Bastards..". He added.

A few minutes of hunting, he heard a sound of a gunshot. He stopped for a while and prepared himself. He used his scope magnifier on his rifle to locate the enemies, focusing the whole area until he found out that he saw a group of Allies raising their both hands, bowed their knees on the ground, surrounding with 4-8 Nazi troops taking in charge of them.

Romano surprised when he saw the Allies a few kilometers from him, "Oh fuck! It's the allies! What am I going to do?! Shit, I don't belong to the Axis nor the Allies but they're in trouble! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Am I going to save them? I don't know if I'll going to trust them when I would save them from those bastards. Especially that HAMBURGER BASTARD!". He thinks to himself.

What will Romano do? Will he going to save the Allies from the doom or watch them suffer? And what will happen to Veneziano's fate when he reach the Italian border? Will something happen to him and his people? FIND OUT! :DD

COMMERCIAL BREAK!

Eurovision Song Contest 2013 is coming! The prestigious event premieres on May 18, 2013! :D I can't fucking wait to watch and imagine the Hetalia countries singing their song entries especially Finland's "Marry Me". xD LOL

Chapter 4 is done! :D The part 2 of this will be published soon. Enjoy reading~! ^_^

-PastaWithWhiteFlag