Shay: Read The War to End All Wars! It's got the same charm that this story does!
America: What charm?
Shay: The charm of a crazy America of course.
America: Kill me now.
Shay: Gladly.
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The six of them stared out through church window. In the street, an entire platoon of Italian soldiers were waiting, going through the town, looting. Spain was incredibly annoyed.
"Really? First they kill almost every body, then they loot the town?" Spain snarled.
"Looting is fun!" America cheered.
"No, not fun," Spain told America, ignoring the looks they were getting. He had gotten used to it in the first world war.
"Not fun?" America looked confused, "So it's bad."
Spain grinned, "Very bad. It's…immoral."
"Oh," America's eyes darkened, "Then they have to die."
America left the church, getting several weird looks.
"What's wrong with America?" Italy asked.
"He has a very strong sense of justice, to the level o being fanatical," Spain explained.
"Well, we can't let him have all the fun," Russia muttered.
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America, Russia, Germany and Spain stood in the street, staring at the Italians. Romano and Italy were hiding. It had taken a lot for Spain to convince Romano to hide, finally saying he had to protect Italy. Romano then told Spain he would never forgive him if he died. America had smiled sadly hearing that, reminded of Turkey and his wife.
"Here's the plan," Spain, the older, therefore wiser soldier told them, "We wait till they come to us, then…oh great."
America had taken off running down the street, forgetting his gun. He was armed only with a knife, and was giggling as he ran.
"Glad someone's happy about this," Germany muttered.
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Romano winced as a loud explosion sounded. Italy just ignored it, figuring it was America. Besides, he had more important matters to attend to.
"Ve~ what's it like living with Spain?" Italy asked, "Does he give you pasta? Do you two share a bed? Are you guys going to have a baby? Can I be the godfather?'
"It's fine, of course, I'm not answering that, and…what was the last one?" Romano asked, looking disturbed.
"Can I be the godfather?" Italy repeated.
"…Before that."
"Oh! Are you having a baby?"
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Germany froze as he heard screaming from the church. Spain ignored it, so it was probably nothing. America was laughing like crazy as he cut people up with his knife, and Russia kept the spaz covered with his sub-machine gun.
"Is America always this insane?" Russia asked Spain.
"No, he used to be worse," Spain told them.
"Oh my god," Germany groaned, watching America hit a guy with a fish, before stabbing him.
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Romano and Italy were now hiding, as soldiers swarmed the church. The two had a plan, and had set it into action, but they needed to get out of the church first, or they would die.
"Let's blow up the church, you said," Romano grumbled, glaring at a sheepish Italy, "What a stupid idea."
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"Italians are idiots," Russia announced, from behind the car they had been forced to retreat to. Well, Spain, Germany and Russia retreated, America was dragged screaming by Russia who had caught the blonds ankle because he still wanted to kill people.
"Why do you say that?" Germany asked.
Russia pointed, to where Romano and Italy ran down the street, away from the church, screaming in Italian.
"What did they say?" Spain muttered, looking confused.
"The only words I understood were church, explosion, and now," America said proudly, right before the church exploded. The head of Jesus flew past America's head, missing him by about an inch, before hitting an Italian and killing him.
There was a moment of silence.
"Gods on our side!" America yelled happily, even though he was atheist.
After that pronouncement, the Italians ran away, leaving five very confused comrades, and America.
"What just happened?" Germany asked.
"Jersey, duh," America told Germany, as if he was an idiot.
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"Well, under the church are a series of catacombs that will take you to France," Spain explained to the four wanted men, standing in the ruins of the church, "I contacted France, so he'll know you're coming. After that, talk to England, he'll know where you should go."
"Alright," Germany nodded, "Where's the next catacomb entrance, seeing how this one blew up."
"It's two days walk that way," Spain pointed in the direction of some snowy mountains, "It's in a mountain village, so it will be snowing. Good luck."
"See you little brother," Romano hugged Italy.
With that, the four started their journey again.
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Shay: Next chapter Russia gets shanked. Yay!
America: You had me go against an army with a knife?
Shay: Of course I did.
America: Review, or she'll kill me!