2. A Call
Italy
Germany's house
Hello, my name is North Italy Veneziano. Or just Italy. A very long time ago, I lost my best friend. Or rather, he disappeared. But I won't get into that.
Right now, Japan and I are hanging out at Germany's house! I suggested that we play Yahtzee, so that's what we were doing! I was winning, with Germany as the sore loser. He kept yelling at the dice, blaming them.
"STUPID DICE!" Germany yelled. "STUPID BOARD! You're all out to get me!"
"Um, Germany-san," Japan said. "I don't think it's the games fault."
"What did you say?" Germany asked, fire in his eyes. "If it's not the game's fault, then who's is it?"
"Uh…" Japan didn't want Germany to be mad at him. He was scary. "I think you should blame Italy-san. He's the experienced player."
"Veh! It's not my fault!" I protested. "I didn't know you were bad at board games!" Germany glared at me. "What! What did I do?"
Just then, Germany's big brother Prussia burst into the room, cell phone in hand. "West!" He cried. "West come on, we have to go!"
Germany sighed. "What is it now, Brother?"
"I just got a call!" Prussia replied. "It's that Austrian hospital!"
Germany stood up. "What's wrong?"
"It's our brother!" He said. "He's awake!"
"What!?" Germany exclaimed.
"Nani?" Japan said.
"Veh? You have another brother, Germany?" I asked.
"Yes." Germany said. "I'll explain it later. But right now I have to go. You guys can stay here if you like, but I've got to go!"
"Come on West!" Prussia called. They both ran for the door.
"Germany!" Japan and I both called. But he was already gone.
"I hope everything's alright." Japan said. I wonder who their brother is. Do you know, Italy? You've known Germany longer."
"No," I replied. "I don't know. We'll just have to wait."
"Hai." Japan agreed. "What should we do until then?"
"Hmm…" I thought about it, long and hard. "Ah! How about I make some pasta?"
Japan sighed. "Okay."