Italy remembered Austria and Hungary well. He remembered that they had tried to visit him when he was first put away. Of course, that didn't work. Only family could enter the prison. No exceptions. They were simply the people who raised him; his parents.
They weren't his 'legitimate' family.
So.
No exceptions.
The two longer haired men lead Italy forward in their assault. They had much more power now with America and Britain under their belts.
When they found Austria, they also found Hungary with him.
The three approached with smiles gracing their faces.
Austria looked at them dismissively, but Hungary went closer to the boy she had practically raised. "Hello Italy! Oh, it's so good to see you again!"
Italy rejoiced, momentarily forgetting his reason for being there. "Ciao, Hungary! It's good to see you again!"
They hugged and gushed at each other until Canada nudged Italy impatiently.
"Oh, right." Italy said solemnly. "Sorry Hungary, but I regret to inform you that you and Austria will be coming with me."
Hungary cocked her head while Austria glared at the two larger countries, noticing that one of them was unknown to him, but looked like England.
"Why, Italy? What's wrong?" Hungary looked sadly.
Austria moved in front of Hungary and between her and Italy. "Hungary, this is no time to be in denial."
Hungary sighed. "I know." She lunged at Italy, and past Austria, only for her to be blocked by crossed arms. Canada grabbed Austria and Sealand had a grip on Hungary's hair.
They were in a stalemate of sorts.
Italy approached Hungary for a hug. She flinched, from both Sealand restraining her arms roughly, her hair still looped in his hand and the cruel affection Italy gave. "Be honored, Hungary!" Italy looked up into disappointed eyes with a smile. "You and Mr. Austria will be the first of my collection!"
Italy laughed loudly at the memory. His pen met paper again. "They struggled the whole way. I still can't help but to wonder why!"
"'How odd...' I thought – and still think actually – that they didn't want to be with me. I thought they loved me. Ah, well, they were a part of me anyway."
"How joyous!"