Hiya everyone~ ChiruChiruMichiru back here's chapter two, hope you like it! I'm sorry for the references here and yesh I'm the ultimate perv D I blame Jared. Well this is the REAL beginning of it all! Lesse what happens neh? I apologize for the violence.


As the early morning sun hung overhead, the rays of light sneaked through the leaves of the roof and awoke Italia. The memories of last night came rushing back as his sense slowly awoke. He felt his bare skin rub against the sand and something warm against his back. Italia smiled lazily, they had cleaned him off. He turned over to see Germany's foot pressed against his back while he was propped up against a rock. Italia tickled Germany's foot and giggled to himself as Germany began to mutter in his sleep.

"Nyeh," Italia yawned as he got up and stretched. A noisy rumble came from his stomach. "I would really like some yummy pasta right now." he thought daydreaming of the tastes of the food back home. Another angry rumble came from his stomach. "Oh I made myself sad and hungrier." He reached for the leftover fruit, grabbing a plum. Grabbing his clean shirt, he decided it he would make breakfast for everyone. Italia began to roll up his sleeves and reached for the fishing stick Germany had made. Then he waded out into the tide, he stepped into the small pool of water where the fishes were swimming. He stood still just like Germany showed him and recalled what he had said, "light bends so aim a little lower than they appear." Just like that Italia made quite a catch for breakfast. But the fish on its own was hardly a meal, and the fruit from dinner last night was scarce.

"I need to go scavenge in the jungle, but it's so scary in there! Nyaaaaa" he thought becoming discouraged. Turning back to the shelter he saw the sleeping body of Germany and remembered what he did for him. I have your back; Germany's words rang in his head triumphing over any thoughts of fear. He tied the cloth they were using as a bag around his self and reached for the walking stick. Standing at the edge of the jungle, he took in a deep relaxing breath before stepping in.

The heavy steps of Italia fading into the sounds of the stirring jungle brought life to the sleeping Japan. Japan rubbed his eyes and wished everyone a good morning. As he became fully awake, he saw that Germany was still asleep. Japan smirked; Germany had to sleep away from them because he was too afraid of losing his nerve in front of Italia. He turned his head looking for Italia, whom he expected to be snoring away. Japan's brow furrowed, Italia wasn't in the spot they had laid him last night, nor was he taking a morning swim.

Japan hated it when Italia went swimming, because he'd swim just in his underpants and when he would come out they'd be completely see-through and clinging to Italia's- Japan shook his head, he was beginning to think like Germany now! With that thought he started to laugh.

"What is funny so early in the morning?" Germany yawned, "Where's Italia?" Germany stood up and stretched. "I'm never sleeping against that rock ever again, I feel completely sore!" He surveyed the area for Italia, who was nowhere to be found.

"I think he went to go get breakfast, there is freshly caught fish waiting to be cooked, maybe he went into the jungle," Japan responded, "Germany, I don't think he's going to be safe in there alone, remember last night?"How could Germany forget? Italia's life had almost been lost. Lacing up his boots, Germany took off, sprinting after Italia. Japan smirked, "There goes Romeo." he thought to himself, silently wishing Germany luck.

While Germany ran the trail he had made the night before, turning back when he realized Italia wasn't on that path. He went back to where they forked and took the path that lead to the fruit trees. Forcing his body to run faster, moving anything that got in his way with brute force.

"Italia!" he called for him, "Italia!" Germany's voice hit a desperate tone, he was, he thought. He was completely anxious for Italia to poke his head out from one of the jungle trees and began to laugh at him. When he reached the fruit trees, no one was there. Germany dropped to his knees, failure hitting him hard. What if Italia had been eaten or killed by something venomous? He bowed his head and his eyes caught a foot print. It wasn't just a foot print, it was a whole set of tracks leading into the jungle and away from the paths.

Germany carefully followed them on his hands and knees. As he continued to pursue the tracks, a sickly sweet odor climbed into his nose. It reminded him of a cake with too much sugar in it, and of course Italia would follow the smell of food that was different from what they were eating now. Nether the less he followed the tracks. The foliage of the jungle was beginning to clear out and the smell grew stronger becoming more distinct, Germany moved the leaves of a tall bush and was blinded by the bright sun. As his eyes adjusted, a small town was revealed to him. He took cautious steps down the sidewalks; maybe this was the place they were supposed to land.

"Please ladies, you're all so lovely, but I must get back to my comrades! I need to tell them that there's a city here. Please I promise to be back by tonight!" a familiar voice exclaimed. As soon as he heard the cheery chatter of Italia, Germany's mood instantly lifted.

"Italia!" he shouted, running to tackle him. When his body hit Italia's they were sent flying to the ground, Germany landing on top. They stayed like that for a while, before his mind began to register what he did. He stood up, dusting himself off, right now he was just acting on reflex. He was so relieved to have Italia back under his watchful eye; he pulled him into an extreme bear hug. Italia eagerly returned Germany's hug, right before being forcefully shoved away.

"Veh Germany were you worried for me?" Italia asked cheerfully. Italia turned and smiled to the women, "This is one of my comrades, the man I was telling you about."

Germany smacked Italia across the face, regaining his composure. "Where were you? You are worthless soldier; you should've come for Japan and me immediately! There are people out there trying to hurt us! Don't you even understand that?!" he exploded, but catching his tongue before he said anything else. "I'm going to get Japan."

"I'm right here Germany." Japan said quietly from behind Germany. "It's good to know that you are safe Italia."

"How did you? When did you?" Germany replied dumbfounded.

"I was trailing you the entire time, did you notice me at all?" he responded confused. "Anyways, it does not matter, let us go to a bank and retrieve some money for a hotel room and a proper meal." Japan walked on and Germany walked with him. When they were out of earshot from Italia he continued to speak. "That was a rather cruel scolding for Italia, don't you think so too?"

Germany shrugged off the stinging words of Japan, he knew that really nasty of him to say, he just couldn't help it and he didn't say everything that came to mind. He sighed and continued walking with Japan, remaining silent.

Italia was standing in the same place he was left in, completely dumbfounded. Even after the pain from being struck went away, his hand was still on his cheek. Wasn't this that the same Germany who had saved his life yesterday, whom his close friend, his comrade even! He pouted and forced the tears back, he didn't want to be seen crying over something as stupid as this!

"Hey Italia, it's nice to see you made it!" a familiar and smooth voice called out to him.

Italia turned his head to where the voice was coming from and he smiled widely. "France-oniichan!" he exclaimed, tackling France without a second thought of the scolding he had received from Germany earlier, or the warning Germany had placed in his words.

"Come now, let's go have some fun." France said, taking Italia by the arm and leading him away.