CHAPTER TWO: The Training Begins!

Spain finally got up, wondering why he was kicked out the room. He sits beside the door and leans his head against the wall.

As the time goes by, France and Prussia are training Italy and Romano.

"Aim at the target. If you miss you have to do 40 push-ups." France said boldly. Italy rose the rifle, buckling his knees. "Stand up straight! Don't be afraid to shoot!" France said loudly. Italy jumped.

"Y-you sound like G-germany!" France raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really!?" The taller man made a pose, "I really sound like Germany?" Italy lowered the nicely made gun and nods. "Mhm!" "Well..." France walks over to the mirror and makes different poses. "I am getting more muscle..aren't I~" Italy blankly stares that the man. Then slowly raises the rifle, "Don't be afraid to shoot... huh." he muttered to himself, aiming at France's head. "Honhon!" The blond man doesn't even notice.

"Come on! Up down, up down!" Prussia blows his whistle. "I can't do push-ups when your foot is on my back!" Romano yells. "I don't need your sass young man!" Prussia blows his whistle again. The dark-brown haired man groans.

"Okay lets take a break!" Prussia laughs, lifting his foot off of Romano's back. The Italian man got up, mumbling things and dusting himself off. He looks around to see how His idiot brother is doing. He sees France making poses in the mirror. 'Are you kidding me.' He thinks to himself. He turns his head to the side some more, and sees Italy aiming straight for France's head.

"Hey! Put that down!" Romano ran over to Italy, then shoved him. It seems like, for a split second, he saw a cold look in his younger brothers eyes. Italy dropped the rifle and blinked a couple times. "What the hell do you think your doing!?" Romano shook him. "Are you trying to kill him!?" Prussia and France looked at the two, confused. Italy's eyes widen. "N-no I'm not!" "Then why in the hell were you pointing that gun towards his head!?" "I don't know!" Italy had a surprised expression. But, he was clearly not sorry. Prussia ran over to them. "Hey, hey! Calm down y'guys!"

Spain was falling asleep until he heard the loud commotion in the room, he already knew it was Romano who was yelling, but he knew it wasn't just his regular old yelling. Spain got up, and knocked on the door.

France pulls Romano off of his brother. Prussia looks over at Italy, seeing his dazed expression. "What did you do?" The albino man sounded serious for the first time.

"He tried to shoot France! I saw him!" Romano yells so loud.

"No I didn't! When we were talking I lowered the damned gun! Stop trying to get me into trouble!" Italy yells louder.

It was silent, everyone was surprised at Italy's out-of-character reply.

Prussia looks at Italy then back at Romano. The dark-brown haired man was breathing hard, as if he tried to stop a criminal from robbing a house. Italy looked sad and guilty, Prussia couldn't see the cold look in his eyes like Romano can. "Romano, we need to talk." Romano's eyes widen with anger. "Are you kidding me!? You should be talking to Italy not me!-" They heard Spain knock on the door. France lets go of Romano and walks up to the door. "Yes?" "Are you guys okay in there?" Spain sounds kind of worried.

"Yea, we're fine."

"Okay! Thats good." Spain makes a face then sits back down, outside the room.

- END OF CHAPTER TWO -

Pixel's Note:

The first chapter and this one were already written, so I'm actually working on the third chapter right now! c: