A/N: Here the story starts~~~
Chapter 1
-Surprise-
Germany walks up to the front door, and knocks. One arm holding an arm full of groceries.
"Italy, open ze door. I went out and got zat pasta stuff ya like." He waits; there is no answer; So he knocks again. Still nothing. "Italy, you idiot you must be sleeping late again!" Germany kicks his front door down with a loud crash. "Next time I will bring ze key." He sighs as he gazes back at the broken door.
At first, he does not notice anything strange. He takes the groceries into the kitchen and puts them away. Then it dawns on him how quiet the house is. A sweat drop appears on his head.
'That idiot didn't get into trouble again did he? Maybe something like this happened?' He started to imagine a scene.
"Ve~" Italy opens his eyes and notices that Germany isn't there. "Germany? Where are you?" He looks under the bed and behind the window shades but Germany is not in any of those places. "Ve~ Germany! Since you aren't here you must not want to be my friend…" Then Italy jumps out the window and runs off to Romano.
Germany's eyes became wide and his face shows an expression of shock."No Italy.. I vouldn't do somezing like zat!" He reaches a hand out toward the image in his head. "No, no Italy wouldn't do zat." He looks around and notices the phone. He just doesn't notice the note form the fridge had fallen to the ground."I vill call Romano to be sure."
Walking over to the phone he picks it up and dials Romano. The phone rings twice, then, it is picked up.
'What is it you potato bastard?" Romano spat into the phone.
"Ja, it's Germany. Is Veneziano there?" He asks impatiently.
"Veneziano! I have not seen him recently dammit. All he talks about is you. Fuck, did you lose sight of him again? Eat bullets. I do not know why my fucking brother trusts you. DAMNIT NOT NOW SPAIN!-" Spain takes over the phone. Anger is starting to ripple through Germany.
"Sorry, is this Germany? He is in a bad mood today. What is it that you are looking for?" Germany took a breath to calm down.
"I am looking for Veneziano."
"Sorry, amigo. He isn't here." Spain replies. Suddenly the phone is ripped out of his hands.
"GERMANY YOU FUCKING POTATO BASTARD! YOU BETTER FIND MY DAMN VENEZIANO!" Germany held the phone three feet from his ear to escape deafness. Romano hangs the phone up before either Germany or Spain can get another word.
"Ja, Italy isn't there… Maybe he went out for pasta?" Germany walks back toward the front door. A meow comes from behind him. He turns around and looks down to see Italy's cat.
"How odd, he never leaves you behind…" He bends down to pat the cat on the head, but ItalyCat bites Germany's hand instead. "YOU WLL PAY FOR THAT." Germany stands tall and looks down at the cat angrily. The cat jumps out of the way, as Germany tries to pounce on it. He falls face first on the floor and immediately charges after the cat.
The cat jumps each time, causing them bother to run around the house. Out of breath Germany leans on the couch.
"Damn zat cat!" He scowls. Then his eyes catch the note. "What is zat?" He reaches over and picks it up. He begins to read it.
'Hello there, Germany. It is I, America. Of course, you know who I am. I am the hero after all. Well, you see bow down to me or your dear Italy gets it. I want a full surrender. Oh and I want you to call me a Hero. I sent an associate to pick him up. Oh do not worry; we will not hurt Italy… much. So basically, surrender you have two days. Meet me in New York. See ya.'
The note slipped out of Germany's hand. What had he done? He had left Italy alone for two hours… and now he was the hostage of the enemy. His heart was beating fast. Anger swept him. He would not surrender. He had two days to save Italy.
CLIFF HANGER~