All of the 2ps got out their weapons. Switzerland was the next to move. He reached for his gun, but before he even touched the handle, BANG! Switzerland fell backwards, blood escaping from his head.

"Bruder!" Liechtenstein fell to her knees to kneel by her now dead brother. Everyone sprung into action, Prussia and Russia jumped forward to fight Leo and Luciano. Hungary smacked Francois with her skillet and all the nations without weapons, reached for knives on the ground. Even Belarus and Ukraine joined the battle, they together took on the Baltics.

Austria ran up to Hungary who screamed after Francois plunged a half broken wine bottle into her back. The weaker nations like Poland, Liechtenstein, and Greece, all hid under the table, hoping not to get hit by any crossfire.

Germany watched in horror as he saw the two groups of nations clash. He could easily tell that the 2ps were winning. All of the 2ps were experienced killers, not to mention there was double the amount of 2ps than 1ps.

Italy, who was standing at the door, enjoying the show, looked over at Germany. He grinned evilly and walked over to the confused nation. He used his stupid, happy voice but left the evil smile, "Ve~ Germany, is something wrong?"

Germany didn't know what to say, "I-Italy?"

"Yes?" Italy teased, he dropped knifes out of his sleeve threateningly but didn't throw them.

Germany tightened his grip on his whip and stare at Italy, "Why?" He asked simply.

"Why what, Germany?" He replied playfully, "Why do I refuse to be the idiot you think I am? Why I took such drastic measures? What is it, Doitsu?" Italy giggled.

Germany winced, whoever was in front of him had just called him the same name that his sweet Italy did, "Why did you change?" He asked painfully.

Italy giggled again, "I never changed, doitsu. Everyone wears a mask, Romano pretended he was hateful, Japan pretended he was calm, I pretended I was happy. Then I got sick of wearing a mask, so I took it off and here we are."

"But-"

Italy cut him off, "Even you put on a mask," Italy walked up to Germany and hugged him. Germany froze, he could feel Italy's warm breath on his ear, "You pretended to care." Italy plunged a knife into Germany's shoulder making him collapse in pain.

Italy backed up slightly giving Germany some room. Germany pulled the knife out of his shoulder and tossed it to the side. He stood up and bared his teeth, Verdammt, that was my whip arm.

Germany put his whip in his left hand and felt the wobbliness of the hand. Italy noticed this, "Did I get the wrong arm doitsu? Ok, I'll get the other." Italy threw his knives at Germany's good shoulder. Germany avoided serious injury but all three knives made deep gashes on his arm.

Italy giggled, "Something wrong, doitsu?" Behind them the battle was almost over, all of the 1ps that had battle experience had been beaten, even Russia was defeated. All those who lost were held, hands behind their back, by a 2p. The current battle was pitiful, with no real fighters, the 2ps were simply toying with them before landing the final blow.

Germany felt cold steel dig into his skin bringing his attention back to his own battle, "Pay attention to me, doitsu!" Italy pretended to pout. Germany could feel the blackness taking over. He had lost too much blood, that he knew.

Germany looked around one last time, they had lost, to Italy? The happy fool that would do anything for pasta? The sweet Italian that made everyone smile?

"What happened?" he barely managed to say it before he blacked out.

Despite Germany not being able to hear him, Italy responded, "I just won,"

Italy giggled at the display in front of him. They were still in the meeting place and all of the nations took a seat. Well, the 1ps did and they had at least two 2ps standing behind them, weapon at the ready.

Italy was at the head of the table looking at all of the scared, confused faces. "Incase you didn't know, you all belong to me now. I own all of you." Italy smiled, he walked around and gave a piece of paper to every nation.

"These are the papers that will finalize my rule, you see, after you sign this, your country belongs to me." He passed around a pen and watched all of the nations sign the papers. When all of the papers were signed Italy went to collect them, he smiled widely.

"Well, I have a few errands to run but I think my friends can keep you company." He smiled once more and walked out of the room with Luciano and Leo.

Italy carefully tucked the papers in his folder and drove back to his home. Italy walked to his basement, folder still in hand, and easily got signatures from China, Cuba, and the Baltics.(He didn't bother with Sealand)

Then he got to the room that contained his favorite people to mess with. He opened the door and smiled to the nations inside. They simply looked back at him confused.

"Good news is you'll be let out of here soon, bad news is, where you're going may not be any better than here." Italy gave three papers to Luciano and continued, "Like all of the other nations before you, you will sign this paper, handing your country over to me."

Luciano gave them their papers and the nations stared at them in shock. "Wait," England said, "You said like the nations before us. Does that mean..." He trailed off.

"Yes it does," Italy said with a smile, he opened his folder displaying the papers already signed by the nations at the meeting. "It wasn't hard either," He said adding insult to injury, "They didn't put up much of a fight."

"You beat them all?" America whispered.

"Easily," Italy taunted.

The nations looked at each other nervously and hesitantly signed the papers. They knew that they didn't have a choice but that didn't lessen the pain of signing off their country.

Italy smiled and gathered the papers, "Wonderful," He turned to Luciano, "You get China, Cuba, and Sealand," He turned to Leo, "And you get the Baltics," The two nodded and left the room.

Then Italy smiled evilly at the three nations again, "Time to join the world," Italy motioned them to follow him out the door. They struggled to stand due to deprivation of food, but they managed to and followed Italy out of the basement.

Italy lead them to his car, knife in hand, and drove back to the meeting place. Leo and Luciano did the same thing with the nations they were assigned to.

When they got to the building, Italy lead the three nations into the meeting room. Italy walked into the room and everyone looked up.

America kept his head down as he walked in, he didn't want to have to look at all of the nations. He could smell the blood, the moment he entered the room and he was sure that England and France could too.

"Take a seat boys, join the party." Italy said smirking. All the nations could do was stare, America looked broken. The nations could see the scars on his arms from the chat he had with Luciano. If there was any hope of the hero saving them, like he always claimed he could, was snuffed out like a fire.

Luciano and Leo arrived soon after him with their captives. Not too long afterwards, the Nordics were escorted in by their 2ps.

2p Sweden handed Italy signed papers from the Nordics, making him smile yet again. "Now, the only nation that I still need is Canada."

America lifted his head for the first time. He's ok!

"It's been two weeks since he managed to escape, surely he's made contact with one of you?" Italy asked the nations. All of the nations looked around, all except one, Italy noticed this.

"Where is he Germany?" Italy smirked.

Germany didn't answer so Italy walked up behind him and put his hands gently on Germany's shoulders. Italy pushed his fingers into Germany's wounds making him wince, "Where is he?" He asked sweetly.

Germany still didn't answer so Italy sat on the table where he could look at him. Italy took out a knife and put the flat of the blade under Germany's chin. He lifted Germany's head so that they were looking straight at each other. "Answer me, Germany."

Germany was forced to stare straight into Italy's eyes. The once sweet honey brown was now cold and merciless. Italy's stare seemed to dig into his soul and crush it. He desperately wanted to look away but the knife under his chin didn't allow him to.

He hadn't told anyone that Canada was staying at his home. He hadn't even told his brother, who was lived in the same home. Canada had seemed so afraid of everyone and now Germany knew why.

Germany felt the knife push harder into his skin, "I'm waiting," Italy said getting impatient.

"He's," Germany desperately wanted not to finish the sentence but he knew that Italy wouldn't let him, "At my house," Many of the nations looked shocked, Germany, probably the nation with the most willpower, had just given in.

Italy smiled and removed his knife from Germany's neck, "That's a good boy, now," Italy held out his hand, "Keys."

Germany, looking down again, hesitantly put his hand into his pocket and took out his keys. He shakely put them in Italy's hand, never looking up in the process.

Italy took the keys and smirked, "Thank you," He then left the room, Luciano following close behind.


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