Italy looked at the scribbles in the book. Maybe he shouldn't write so fast.
Despite this thought, the pen met paper.
Today, Italy, Canada, and Sealand were at Italy's house. They heard screams and thrashing noises from a few rooms.
"Looks like you've been busy." Canada commented. His hair had grown out as well and was pulled back in a high ponytail. His hair curl still fell in front of his face though. He wore a red t-shirt and a white open trench coat. He also wore black jeans and red knee high boots.
Sealand grinned crookedly. He was dressed in some on England's old clothes from when he was less of a gentleman and more of a...well, pirate. "Good job, Italy!"
Italy smiled. "Yes, Thank you. though they didn't want to come willingly. That's disappointing to me, really." He confessed.
Canada nodded in understanding. "But, let us make a pact. I feel as though I could take the world...!" Pausing, a mad look came across his face. "But I still want us to be friends. So, we determine what we take and leave with the spoils. What do you say?"
Sealand agreed. "I call the rest of Europe and...uh...Africa, I guess?"
Italy raised his hand – which still had blood covering it – and grinned. "I want Asia and Oceania!"
Canada nodded. "And I'll take the rest. The Americas...Seems fitting. It's a promise."
"Until the end!" Sealand agreed.
And Italy silently nodded.
'Until I betray you.'
Thoughts of treason against his friends flowed across his mind, like blood running down his knife. "Yeah, we'll rule the world together."
Italy put down the journal solemnly. "Goodnight." He said to the empty air.