Finally, the chapter you've been waiting for...

Mixalis looks in awe, hoping up and down in anticiaption.

Chpater 8: Germany

The albino man paces across the room, his little yellow bird flying around with him, flying circles around the red eyed man's head. Gilbird chirped every now and then, the worry he felt from his master making him restless. Prussia stops for a second, Gilbird almost flying into his head, flying up instead to avoid giving his master a beak-to-the-head. Gilbird stops flying and lands on his master's head, just before Prussia starts feverishly wearing a trench in the floor once more. He glances at the discarded phone, shaking his head, and running his hands through his hair. Prussia sighs, he hadn't heard from France, England, or even Austria about the condition of Spain or the whereabouts of the Italy twins.

He was about to have a panic attack, he could feel it coming. The tighting of his chest, his breathing coming raggedily. He knew soon the pain would be too much to bare and he would just curl up on the couch. But he couldn't just lay down, he could barily stay still for one minute. The only thing that could make this worse was if France had been shot too. And, the way this was going, he could very well be already shot or worse, dead. Prussia would go complain about it to Germany like he normally would, but he wasn't about to tell him that Italy might've been shot as well as Spain. Germany would rush ofto the rescue and get hurt as well. He was between a rock and a hard place. He flops down on the couch, Gilbird letting out a startled chirp as his Master almost melted into the cousins, it becoming harder to breathe now. Prussia sits by the phone, tapping his foot in worry, Gilbird hopping nervously on top of his head. Prussia hadn't been this worried since that time Germany had refused beer in front of their soldiers.

Meanwhile, Germany sits in his office, finishing up his journal and reports, including how his brother was acting so strange. He had been hearing Prussia pacing back and forth, making the noises that he usually made when he was upset over something. Germany closes the journal, and looks towards the door, noticing that the house was silent now. Not a peep rose over the steady tick of the clock now, even Gilbird had stopped chirping. Prussia had been quiet for a while now, not a sound coming from his brother's mouth. He had questioned Prussia earlier why he had yelled while on the phone, but Prussia had refused to answer, claiming everything was fine, and that "the Awesome Me" had it handled. Germany looks towards the living room, almost able to feel the tension in the area, Prussia giving off an uneasy feeling. If the two brothers weren't so close, Germany probably would've never even noticed it. But he did, and it worried him as well.

Could Prussia be keeping something from me?

Germany sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn't figure out anything that the older brother would have to hide from him. Germany stops, looking towards the door as he hears a noise. Prussia, however, jumps up as fast as he could, rushing towards the door, hearing the small timid knock on the door. Germany listens in confusion, seeing Prussia arrive at the door, finally seeing his brother since he had been acting so strange. His silver hair was a mess, spiked out every which way from his worried hands running through it. He had small bags under his eyes and a sort of pained look to them. All in all, Prussia had seen better days. Germany sighs, turning around in his swivel chair, seeing that something was eating his brother up. He could do nothing else but not pay him no mind and to not ask questions that weren't wanted.

He would've told me by now if he wanted me to know.

"I got it!" Prussia yells out, arriving at the door.

Prussia stands on tippy toes and peeks through the peep hole, trying to figure out who it was at the door. He strains to see, the peep hole all dark, and a strange swirl in it. He stretches up higher and gasps in shock. All he saw was the inside of a gun barrel, the metal swirled towards the bullet, to spin it for accuracy and deadly force. He yelps out and ducks just in time to avoid a bullet to the head, the wood splintering around him. Gilbird is scared stiff, the bullet just whizzing past his wing, the bird feeling the heat off the bullet and hearing the loud bang of the gunshot. Gilbird screeches and takes off of Prussia's head, heading for the kitchen and for safety. Prussia presses his back against the door as the person outside tries to kick it down, to get in. Prussia wasn't about to let that happen. Meanwhile from in Germany's office a loud thunk was heard, the chair clattering to the ground. The wind knocked out of him, Germany gasps out, trying to get up as quick as he could, despite having no air in his lungs. He takes a deep breath coughing as he struggles on the floor. Germany picks himself up. He had fallen backwards out of his chair, trying to get to the door after hearing the bullet. He stumbles out of the office, making his way for the front door.

Gunshot? We are under attack? I have to help mien Bruder!

Prussia looks up as Germany dashes into view, his red eyes wide in fear, almost all red now. Germany freezes briefly at the sight; he had never seen his brother this scared, never in all of his life, not even when he was handed over to Russia after WW2.

"West! Get out of he-" A shot is heard throughout the house, the two brothers freezing.

Germany, frozen, looks at his brother, the man trembling now. The lock had been shot out, Prussia tensing up in pain and fear as the shot echoes through the small area. Prussia trembles as he places a hand over his abdomen, seeing blood soaking into his dark blue uniform, making it black. He looks up at Germany, his red eyes wide in fear as he slumps to the ground, shot in the stomach.

"Preußen!" Germany looks in horror as his brother slumps to the ground, the door slowly swinging open.

Germany runs over to his brother and stands in front of the door, grabbing his gun to shoot whoever had shot his brother right between the eyes. He wasn't about to let them get away with such a bold action towards the only family he knew. He stops, looking in confusion as the person kicks the door to speed it up, gun in hand.

Italia? But how, why?

The German gasps in disbelief as Italy turns the gun on him, walking towards him, a dark look to his eyes. Germany backs up, dropping his gun and staring into the blood thirsty eyes of his best friend.

"Italy?" he gulps out. "What are you doing?" His blue eyes widen in fear as he realized what was happening.

Italy smirks, his eyes shining in mischief. "I'm going to kill you, Germany," he puts simply, as if he was discussing the weather.

Germany is backed into the living room, his heartbeat pounding inside his head, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He saw Prussia trying to get up, but falling back down, too weak to help him out of this mess. He was alone in this battle; his bruder would be no help to him. Germany looks back at Italy, not believing what he had just said. He continues to back up, his mind rushing around, trying to think of a logical explanation to this.

This can't be happening, Italy wouldn't do this.

He continues to strain his brain, but for a different reason. Instead of trying to figure out what was happening, he now was focused on getting out of this stand-off, seeing the Italian was dead-serious. Suddenly he feels himself falling, trying to catch himself on something, anything to halt his descent. He yells as he backs over the kickstand of the chair, flailing his hands in shock. Unknowing to him the kickstand had been moved to the middle of the floor so Prussia could pace. Now the foot stool was Germany's downfall. He falls, his head hitting the ground, his legs draped over the kickstand. He cringes, grinding his teeth and holding his head in his hands as the pain shoots through his head, a now throbbing pain to add to his list of worries.

He looks up painfully, one eye looking as Italy stood over him, gun pointed still. "W-Why? I...I thought we we're friends...Feliciano." He stares into Italy's amber eyes, his own eyes filled with tears. "You are my best friend, Italy, why do you want to kill me?" he manages out, his voice catching in his throat.

Italy scoffs, "The way you treated me during the first war and how you treated me in the second one, we're not friends. We were never friends, Germany." He says, Germany looking in disbelief.

"Italy... h-how could you say that?" Germany gasps out.

Italy smirks. "Germany~" Italy says sweetly, looking straight at Germany. He chuckles. "We were never friends, you can't tell me you didn't notice. All those times I called you my friend, or hugged and kissed you, or even made all those petty promises: it was all a lie. We were never friends. You actually fell for that stuff?" Italy laughs, Germany shuddering at the crazed sound. "You beat me up, you held me prisoner. You really think someone would be your friend after being hit in the face with a gun?" Italy shakes his head, smiling down at Germany.

"I... I... I though... Feli..." Germany tries to form the words, the welling up in his throat from the sobs trying to break free not letting him.

He was hurt, hurt from the severity of Italy's words, and the truthfulness of them. He couldn't deny them, what Italy had said was the truth. Germany knew it from the beginning and had questioned how he could have a friend like Italy. Now he was told he never had a friend. Germany couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it.

"Now, it's time for you to pay." Italy aims the gun at Germany's head, his amber eyes locking onto Germany's light blue ones, quivering from the tears.

Germany was in denial, just looking up at Italy, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't believe what was happening. Italy looks crazily down at Germany, his smirk becoming a Joker smile, spread from ear to ear. The look scared Germany, down to the core of his heart that was now broken. Germany tries to pick out a shard of kindness or regret in Italy's eyes, only to find hatred, and vengeful eyes.

Italy. Why would you say that, how could it be true?

Flashbacks of all the fun times they had together, flash through the German's mind. Of Italy trying to kiss him, only to hurt his feet and have to have Germany bend down and kiss him instead. Of him and Italy wishing on a shooting star, only for Italy's wish to come true the next day. Of all the times he had scolded Italy, or helped Italy out of the Allies clutches, or even chased him down to make sure the forgetful Italian forgot his pants. He had been with Italy through everything, from war to even happier times. Even after war, they still hung out, picnicking, and just being near each other. Italy painting, Germany watching him and making sure he wasn't hurt. Germany starts to feel the sadness trying to leak its way out of his chest, remembering the time Italy had gotten sick, and he had cared for him while he was bed ridden. Germany had been so worried that the Italian was going to die, but Italy had pulled through, despite everything. He remembered the promises they had both made, to protect one another, and to help each other out if they ever got into trouble. To always be there, no matter what. Now, Italy had told Germany that they had all been lies. He couldn't believe that, he refused to. It was real. It was never a lie for him. He looks up, seeing Italy's finger tense up, to pull the trigger.

It's impossible, he was my friend. He still is my friend. Something is wrong here, Italy would never do this. He is a silly boy who loves pasta and pizza, he chases after cats and plays with them constantly. He gets into trouble often, and he can't even tie his shoelaces yet. His behavior confuses me daily, but I know one thing for certain, Italy could never hurt a soul, it isn't in his nature. Like Italy once told me, he loved to create things, he loved to paint. He just couldn't bring himself to even hold a gun. He'd rather create than destroy. It's just not in Italy's soul to kill. This isn't Italy. This can't be the real Italy. I have to stop him. He's still in there somewhere. I have to-

A shot rings out.

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Germany flinches, but doesn't close his eyes, seeing that Italy's hand didn't even move. The room goes quiet, Germany realizing that Italy had never shot the gun, the finger never moving. Germany looks in confusion and shock at Italy. What was that noise he had heard, he knew he had heard a gun. He couldn't have just made up the noise in his panic could he? Germany looks up, seeing the grin wiped off of Italy's face, a look of shock and disbelief instead. He was frozen, his amber eyes wide, dropping his gun to the floor in a clatter, gasping out raggedly. Germany's stomach knots up, realizing that the gun shot he had heard didn't hit him, but rather hit Italy. Italy looks down, looking like his old self again, only scared, very scared and hurt. He gasps as he sees a red stain forming where his heart was, the blue fabric torn where the bullet has went through. Germany can only stare in shock, his blue eyes filled with tears as he sees Italy stumble backwards. Italy looks desperately around in pure horror and fear as his heart beats spastically in its death race. His eyes grown dull, the life draining out of him, him falling to the ground, coughing and gasping, trying to take in the sweet life giving oxygen. It would do nothing for him now, the damage done, the rampaged ended. Germany can only watch as Italy starts to move slower, his breaths coming out as gasps, hardly able to keep his eyes open. Germany begins to cry, seeing his best friend dying before his very eyes, even if Italy had tried to kill him. The sight as Italy stops breathing, his whole body shuddering as he gave up, was heartbreaking to the German. Germany sobs, the one friend he had managed to make gone forever, in one fell swoop. Germany looks up, stopping his sobbing at the person behind Italy, the gun trembling in their hands. Germany's tears are still flowing, but he couldn't believe it. He looks upon his savior, the one who shot Italy, looking just as shocked and scared as he was. He gasps out, even more confused than before.

It can't be! What is going on here? This isn't possible!

His savior was-

Mixalis: You killed Italy...and I thought I was Heartless...

Keiko: I told you, this was a dream, now, the next chapter will come out in a little while.

Mixalis: You killed Italy..

Keiko: You've said this already.

Mixalis: And you said this was the chapter I was waiting for, who saved Germany? Who had the guts to pull the trigger and kill sweet innocent Italy?

Keiko: (Smiles crazily) You will find out soon enough, ve.

Mixalis: Eep...You ok? (Hads over Pepsi) You can have it, just...stop smiling...(Runs out of the room, yelling)

Keiko: WOW. (Looks normal) The Joker smile really does creep people out...OH! This is the first time I've scared Mixalis...YATTA! I scared my Nobody..this is amazing! Ok, but this chapter was very short, but there was a reason for this. You'll see in the next chapter. In the first World War, Italy was captured by Germany and held prisoner. And history teaches us that in the second, Italy joined the allies after America came into the war. The remaining Italian troops that were in German occupied countries were immediately sent to the Concentration camps...so I imagine Italy was treated horrible by the German Troops during that time as well. So, Italy would have resentment to that. And... another reward if you can guess who hid it in them to kill Italy. Just like with the England chapter. All you do is leave your answer in a review, and I will draw, write a story for you, or a pick of a story idea I am working on to post, and your choice will automatically be posted. It may take a while for your prize but be patient, I am a college student... so... I will get it to you ASAP. And plus... we all have our bad years, this one happens to be mine, and my updates are very slow this year. I haven't updated most of my stories since my birthday, so be patient. Grazie, and a moment of silence for Italy Feliciano Vargas... Veneziano...

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((Psst~ BETA says she knows~ 9w9 Cuz she was told w … wait.. NO FAIR! YOU GAVE IT AWAY, JERK AUSHI! :U … I'M SORRY I'M SLOW SOMETIMES TTATT but I have school too, sadly….))

Oh and ps btw, I do have good news. I do have a Girlfriend. I forgot to mention it in the last chapter so I thought I mention it here~ I love you Zexy~ *kisses* I hope you have a better day today. Woke up at 8 am, can you believe it, with no alarms.

ANd here is the translation from this chapter AND last chaoter cause I am too lazy to go back and change it, and I hope you all yesterday used Google translator or something. I sorry. *hugs everyone*

German

Hilfe!- Help!

Hilfe bitte!- Help please!

SCHUSS?- SHOT?

Wo haben die Dinge gehen bei uns falsch?- Where did things go wrong with us?

Preußen- Prussia