Wonder Woman's wrath (Rupert Gregson-Williams)


Still today I am amazed at how Liechtenstein got to escape from her captivity. I only have the reports about it and my imagination to fill the gaps, because she has barely talked about it and Switzerland is so defensive to her that if he could erase what happened from her mind, if there was some kind of machine capable of eliminating bad memories (and seeing how quick science progresses these days, I am sure we will have it soon), he would use it on her. Despite everything, I don't think her silence is due to the traume. She is a strong child. All that happened has shown that under that aura of innocence there is a great instinct of survival. I am sure she had a lot to do with the explosion, the corpses found, even though nothing can be proven and she has confirmed or denied nothing.

Anyway, at those moments what mattered was that she was safe. Switzerland had her in his arms again. She was alright. Injured, but alright. Our craziness had been fruitful. I couldn't believe it...that is why it was so gratifying. Seeing Switzerland dropping his shield for a momento and embracing his sister so sweetly and delicately was something worth seeing.

Then the shot was heard, and some screams echoed. Germany turned his head and extended his arm to point at what seemed like small dots:

"There!"

He instantly ran to see what was happening. I knew Switzerland wouldn't want to expose Liechtenstein to danger or leave her again, so I followed him.

It was a tiny town, with barely five houses. In such a small extensión it was possible to know what happened around. As soon as the movement, that is, the only two members left, saw that suddenly that almost abandoned town was crowded with nations, some of them armed, that the house where their prisoner was was destroyed and some of their companions were dead or arrested, they took the Smart decision to flee. They took advantage of one of their strongest men, Greszczyszyn, was being a pain, and the death of Italy's bodyguard.

But Italy, Veneziano, wouldn't let them leave just like that.

At first we didn't know who was that person who ran like a cheetah after the pair. He wore a red coat, that's all I saw. But something seemed to get Germany's attention, something which made him recognize him, because then he called:

"Italy!"

At that moment I couldn't even imagine what on earth Italy was doing there, in Iceland. Even when Romano told us the story it took me some time to join the pieces of the puzzle. It was a surprise to me, who had collaborated with the Axis during World War II and had seen first-hand how coward he was in the battlefield, to see Italy running in such a way after such dangerous people. Then I knew they had killed his fiancee.

There is something all those who want to deal with North Italy should know. He is an easy-going person, with simple looks. One sees him and thinks he is only interested about pasta and having a good time. But he is also tremendously passionate. When those people killed the woman he wanted to make his wife, his heart, his soul, his whole being focused on hunting down the ones to blame. The Italian vendetta is known in the whole world for a reason.

"Italy!" Germany was in better shape than I was. He overtook me son and could reach him while I was being left behind.

Despite the friendship among those two, Italy didn't seem to listen. He didn't lose sight of those two individuals who tried to escape through the snow, a man and a woman. From the distance I could see Martina Ughetti's characteristic looks, the woman who invaded our cell phones and sent us that warning message we should have listened to. They were too slow and Italy was going too fast. There was only one option for them, it seems.

"Watch out! He's got a...!"

Weapon. Italy had no time to hear the rest of it; he suffered it personally.

That stopped his race.

Only for a few seconds those two couldn't even take advantage of. He resumed his chase a bit slower, but without a pause.

"Shoot him! Shoot him, for fuck's sake!" Ughetti yelled. Her voice echoed in that empty space.

And that is what her partner did. He shot three times more. The bullets all got Italy in different parts of his torso. They made him let out a little whine. They made him shrink and go slower. But he still didn't stop.

It is curious, the effect love has on people.

It seems it was the most horrific thing that pair of criminals had ever witnessed, because they just stared like idiots. They might have thought Italy didn't give a care about physical pain. When they tried to react, they were filled with snow and Italy had reached them.

I remember thinking he was going to kill them. Germany confessed me later that he had thought just the same thing. Both of us saw his face when he finally grabbed them, panting, with his body full of bullet holes and his eyes flaming. Those were the looks of a cherub turned into a demon.

He grabbed Ughetti by the braid when she tried to escape. Ogura insulted him in his native language and tried to shoot him in the face, but, unfortunately for him, he ran out of bullets. Itally snatched it with his free hand and raised it. He was going to destroy his skull with its butt.

"Italy! Italy, don't!" Germany shouted, running to him.

The shots hadn't tickled him, precisely. I could hear when I finally got there how difficult it was for him to breath with his lungs perforated. But reaching them was what kept him alive and had the chance to apply the eye for an eye rule.

"Italy…" Germany panted.

But what could he say to make him change his mind? They had killed his girlfriend. They were responsible for the deaths of several nations. They had taken the lives of innocent civilians. Why couldn't he end with them now that he had the chance?

Italy, however, turned his head. It almost looked like he noticed then that Germany was there. He seemed surprised for a second. Calm. But then his face again showed rage. Germany wanted to beg him again, but he interrupted him:

"We're going to...send them...to...justice...Whoever has to...j...judge them...We're going to show...them we're not...we're not like them…"

It seemed Ogura would have rather been killed right there. It would have been perfect for the smear campaign against us he had worked hard to créate. And it is worth mentioning that in his motherland, Japan, capital punishment is applied. Someone who had betrayed their own nation could only end up in one place: death row. The dishonor of being killed by what he had tried to kill. He revolved, screamed, but Italy didn't pay attention to him. He gazed at Germany and his expression relaxed.

"We're not...what they think we are..."

That fierceness which had given us goosebumps was only temporary. Italy had taken strength out of his deepest places and now he was out of it. He collapsed, Germany held him. Ughetti and Ogura tried to take this chance to flee, but this time it was me the one who grabbed them.

"Where do you think you are doing, gentlemen?" I told them.

Prussia approached soon after that.

Prussia? That was another apparition which surprised me.

"Italy!" he exclaimed when he saw our friend.

"He'll be fine" I said.

"I don't think so. They killed his girl."

We believed until that momento that he was simply moved by the impulse of doing justice after all the atrocities the One World Nation Movement had been doing. When we found out there was a personal factor to add...It surprised me even more that he didn't reduce the heads of those two to a pulp and I couldn't help looking at him with tremendous pity.

"Canada stole Greszczyszyn, A.K.A 'Mr. Sonofabitch''s phone" Prussia continued. "He's making a few calls. I hope someone comes soon to solve this and take the trash out."

"You bastard…" Ughetti insulted him.

"Sorry, babe. That's what you get for trusting handsome guys like me."

Who is Canada, I asked myself.

Germany, instead, he didn't seem to listen or even know that the one who was speaking was his older brother. He had Italy fainted in his arms and it seemed like it was the only thing that mattered to him.