This is my plot but the characters are not mine

"What someone says."

What they think; you guess who.

Language used this chapter Latin Italian German and Austrian

!WARNING DO NOT TRUST MENTIONED MEDICAL TREATMENT; NOT ACCURATE JUST BULLSHIT!

Edited 9/18/16

Hello Mr. Deutschland

Germany's POV:

There are very few things that I completely trust in life, them being my brother, logic, and myself. Therefore, I do not trust this mission to capture Italy. From what I've been debriefed on, the nation only has two distinctions from the average Italian man and human; a single hair curl that stands on end, and amber eyes. However, the issues with this mission was by how Austria got such vital information on the reclusive nation, and what Hungary had asked of me. The nation had been rumored to have been all over Europe and some parts of the middle east, yet up until the turn of the century has stayed in his borders since then. Then, there is what Hungary had asked of me in her telegram; "PROTECT MY TALLY FROM SLAUGHTER."

After looking back into the Austro-Hungarian empire's history records, I found that Italy was once a territory of theirs for about a century until 1806, and from that I've concluded that Italy must of known Austria and Hungary on a personal level.

~TALLY must have been a pet name for Italy from Hungary.~

~And you thought the awesome me was bad at foreign relations.~

~Why do you keep coming back!~

~Well for one-~

~RHETORICAL!~

The close ties aside, it does not explain why the telegram was received before I was made aware of this operation. Which so far is to easy; exact route to the Italian nations convoy would be taking for a transfer, patrol times and locations. This is all to easy, you'd think that tracking a nation with experience at being aloof was difficult. Still, I have to keep my guard up; no telling what the legacy of the Roman Empire would be like

Italy POV:

This sudden transfer to a different battlefront has Mussoline ~traitor~ written all over it. Originally, I was stationed on the eastern Italian front a month after me and Fratello joined the Allies. Yet, three months into my service I was demanded to the western front for their lack of doctors ~bambinos are dropping like flies on either side as it is~. I know there are never enough doctors in a war, but it's too reckless and stupid to transfer a doctor when the transfer time can be used to save my soldiers… even if it means I am sending them back to the slaughter. I hate this war, but for now I just need to worry for myself and Romano.

Me along with a 3 man squad are traveling through the Carnic Alps, which acts as a natural barrier between me and Mr. Austria. Though it does give me that advantage and a few more, Austria will also get the same advantages in return. Add to the fact that the Carnic Alps are one of the coldest, scariest, and isolated places in Italy and on the Italian front right now… the setting just makes it easier to get rid of me without much suspicion.

Even with patrols throughout the area, if you knew the right person ~Most likely a mountain gypsy~ you could get through these mountains without so much as a footprint. The known routes on the alps are mostly used for supply lines during this war by me and ,... and because those lines are known they will also be highly targeted on either side. However, there is weekly activity on those lines; like I said, easy to get rid of me. ~Idiota you can't kill a country within its borders~

The 3 man squad that is escorting me doesn't even have the proper clearance to know about the existence of personified nations, much less me being a girl. Yes, I'm a female, who's a doctor, in a world war full of men and boys, all the while pretending to be a man ~Girly She-man more like.~. Around a month ago we traveled by car, then horse for a week after, and on foot from then to now. "This sucks…" I grumbled, but one of squad-men heard me.

"I'm sorry doctor, but realize that we're in the middle of a war on the front lines. Good men are giving up their lives right now for Mama Italia so shut your trap."

'Sigh' "Private Nicola, don't you think it's a little stupid for me to be here instead of back at the eastern front station?"

"Are you questioning your orders boy? The reason for this transfer is because of the doctor shortage at the western front."

"No, I just think my time should be spent saving lives for those at the front lines; not trying to get there again. Also why should I move from a station that is already short on doctors."

We then went into a staring contest after I said that, and not long after he grinned ~I was right.~, "Well to late to say that now, la canga." as he said that I felt the bayonets from the other two soldiers rifles poking my backpack. "So was it Mussoline." Nicola raised his brow to this,

"Now how'd you figure that canga."

~Wow now that sounds really stupid.~ "You just told me."

He then slapped me, but I wouldn't fall to the ground.

"Tell me this la canga, why would Mussoline want you dead?"

"He can't stand me in power and thinks that since my brother is around the country will be perfectly fine, and while he's mourning my death, that creep will do anything to manipulate him."

Suddenly one bayonet stabbed me in my left shoulder and the other in my right calf. "AHHHHHHH" I fell to the ground. ~!PAIN PAIN PAIN!~ I try to ignore it, but damn that really really hurts ~Never been stabbed before, FUCK!~ "Well anything you want to say?" It was after he said that, a bullet went flying through his skull. and the other two sooned followed. ~Cara Madre di Dio...~ "Don't move or I'll shot." He has a german accent, and speaks shoty Italian. I close my eye's tired from all this crazy bullshit, and pain... and soon blood loss.

'Sigh'~First this betrayal now a capture what next…~

I then start to feel something covering my nose and mouth ~chloroform...~

~...Dio che era retorica, now where the hell am I?~

Germany's POV:

I've been tailing behind a four man Italian squad, traveling with through the alps, for a few hours to see if my hunch is correct. The plan is to wait for the right moment to strike and see if this is one of the squadron is the the Italian nation. I'll have to intercept them at some point; three men will end up dead, and a nation captured at the best, and worst will be my capture. A little while later they stopped moving.

"I'm sorry doctor, but realize that we're in the middle of a war on the front lines. Good men are giving up their lives right now for Mama Italia so shut your trap." ~A combat-med with his own squad for a transport, and not on the average supply train…~

'Sigh' "Private Nicola, don't you think it's a little stupid for me to be here instead of back at the eastern front station?" ~...What...~

"Are you questioning your orders boy? The reason for this transfer is because of the doctor shortage at the western front." ~...~

"No, I just think my time should be spent saving lives for those at the front lines; not trying to get there again. Also why should I move from a station that is already short on doctors."

~Why are they pointing their guns at the combat med…~

"Well to late to say that now, la canga." ~Traitors~

"So was it Mussoline." ~?!~

"Now how'd you figure that canga."

~Now that was a really stupid thing to say~ "You just told me."

Private Nicola then slapped the med with the back of his hand; the man stood his ground. ~...I still need more proof…~

"Tell me this la canga, why would Mussoline want you dead?"

"He can't stand me in power, what I am, and thinks that since my brother is around the country will be perfectly fine. If I were to die Fratello would mourn my death, and that creep would do anything to manipulate him to his will while in grievance." 'Inhale…'

"AHHHHHHH" 'Exhale'

"Well anything you want to say?" ~I'll have to chance it~

After shooting a bullet through each of those traitors heads, I warned the fourth man not to move. Quickly mobilizing the situation, I tossed any reachable conventional weapons away from the combat-med. I then proceeded to drug him into unconscious ~I guess pouring chloroform on my glove earlier was necessary~. Not long after placing said glove on the unknown man's face he knocked out. That should give me enough time to tie up the unconscious guy, gather any useful items from the dead traitors, get the hell out of here while carrying my supplies and that guy's dead weight, then interrogate him and maybe even kill if he's not Italy. ~I'll have to do a patch job on his womds so he lives long enough… I'm sorry~

...It seems all of the squads food, advanced first aid kit, cooking utilities and tools,... Gott even the tents and blankets were in the unconscious man's pack. If he had ran away they would have been so screwed. Now time for that patch job. ~Lets start with the leg… tie wrapping tightly above the knee to prevent more blood flow, clean the area around the womb, place the proper medicine or disinfectant directly on the womb, wrap the injured area to a snug fit, and remove tie above knee... now for the shoulder~

After taking off his uniform jacket, I start to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up. ~He looks like… was zum?~... He is a she, and I still have to undressed her…, Lieber Gott, wie sie die körperliche Untersuchung. I removed her shirt and try to have her back lean on me so as not to strain the womb ~Danke Gott for bandages and her chest being wrapped~. Once done, I placed the advanced first aid kit, and some other supplies from the woman's backpack into my own ~I'm glad I took the handgun and knife, instead of a rifle or this would have been to cumbersome to manage~.

I then proceed to redress her and tie her hands and feet together. Picking up the lady bridal style, I began the trek back to the nearest Austrian station ~That should be about a two or four week's journey from here~. After walking till it was near sundown, and carrying dead weight of perhaps one hundred sixty-ish pounds, I made camp. It was a small enough clearing, surrounded by young trees, and filled with clovers. When the female was placed on the ground I made quick work to make a fire using dead leaves and a branch I snapped off from a tree, setup two sleeping mats, and have what I've been calling dinner for the past month and a half. There's not much light left now, and I'll have to wait for the, 'Groun'... or not.

She tries to sit up but stops after feeling pain from her injuries, then takes a look at her hands and sighs.

"So which do you prefer, german or italian, to 'talk' in?"

~Fluent in german~ "Deutsch; So who are you?"

"A doctor."

"All soldiers face a Physical Exam no matter their station, best not to lie if you want to live Dame."

She got nervous "...You saw?" ~No eye contact still~

"Your bandages and nothing more, now answer."

Her hands start to tremble, "I'm just a doctor, with a brother who has a lot of connections." she fists her hair to make them stop.

I stalk over to the woman and yank her by the arms to stand "Ve~!"… Her face haunts the me; I know these eye's… ~I know his eye's~... "Luddy,... Shorty?"

~Das ist meine Mona Lisa~

Narrator:

Germany let go of the woman, and Italy winced loudly at the sudden drop. Quickly, she looked up to the man before her. ~Is that really him~ "Is it really you Shorty?" The german was frozen; the one part of his childhood that wasn't blurry was the time he spent with Mona. "Are you Italy?" was all Germany could say and keep some type of composer.

"Italy Feliciana, Mona Lisa of Seborga."

~He used to be so readable…now it's just his stare~

They stared at each other till Ludwig kneeled down to Feliciana's level. With one hand he gathered her wrists, pulled then to her shirt, just above the chest, and griped the area with the same hand. The German's blank stare turn to a scowl, leaving the Italian scared. His other hand went to the left side of her hair and sifted through it. ~NO NO NO NO NO NO! He can't touch the-~ Germany had found something in Italy's hair, it was something between his finger and thumb, it was small thin and felt like metal. While keeping a grip on the woman's wrists Ludwig carefully pulled the object out Italy's hair.

The german was very oblivious to what he was doing to the woman however. ~Dio...why now-ah 3, please stop-oh 3~ The curl Italy has kept pinned up by needle, is very sensitive to touch that is not her own. To keep from people from finding out her little turn on spot, she keeps it pinned until she's at home or with her brother. Physically on the outside her body tightened and her eyes shut tight, but on the inside things were so close the edge. With a final tug of Ludwig's fingers the curl bounced free looking a little shaken, and Italy past out from her first curl-gasm.