Author's Note: I should really be studying for my final exams right now... Oh well, screw finals...

So, this chapter is a direct continuation of the last one.

Chapter 11:

The heart is warmed by the sweet harmony

Italy sobbed, clutching the now empty blankets. Germany... how could Germany just leave him like that. His only friend...

Italy had no one to turn to anymore. His brother was dead, Japan was dead, Hungary was dead... Poland used to be his friend, but now... Poland had killed Germany! Italy would never be friends with him again.

"No... I don't want to be alone!" Italy sobbed harder. "Why, Poland, why?"

He buried his face in the pillow. Then he blinked. "What..."

On the pillow lay a thin silver chain. Italy picked it up to reveal...

Germany's Iron Cross pendant. It was almost exactly the same as the one Italy still wore around his neck. Indeed, Germany had given it to him. The only difference was that Germany's pendant was fused to another one...

Prussia's.

Tears spilled out of Italy's eyes as he remembered back to the wonderful times the five of them, Italy, Romano, Germany, Prussia, and Japan, had had as the main members of the Axis. Sure, it was war, and they had lost, but...

What Italy wouldn't give to have that time back again.

That night, Italy fell asleep clutching the two Iron Crosses in his hand.

"If I don't have any friends anymore... ve... I guess I'll just have to make some."

This Italy decided after a few weeks of wallowing in his own misery. He was in his boss's office, helping with the paperwork.

"What if no one wants to be your friend?" his boss asked casually, handing him some papers that required his signature.

"I'll force them to be my friends if I have to." There was a strange gleam in Italy's eyes as he said this. He quickly skimmed over the papers and signed them, handing them back to his boss. "Ve, I'll need some military support."

His boss nodded. "Italy has been overlooked by the other countries for far too long. It's time we showed them our strength."

They smiled at each other.

Italy stood in the meeting hall with his boss, waiting. He was supposed to meet with Switzerland and Austria today to discuss terms of friendship among the countries.

Presently, he heard voices coming down the hall, and the two central European nations came into the room, followed by their bosses.

"Ve, we're all here. Let's get started then." Italy reached over and turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.

"Absolutely not! We will not agree to such outrageous terms!" Austria was livid. Who did Italy think he was?

When he had flipped the lights back on after his presentation, he had been met with outrage from Switzerland and Austria.

Switzerland nodded. "Do you forget, Italy, that I have a permanent neutrality policy?"

Italy shrugged. "So? That doesn't mean anything anymore! Have you seen how countries are falling? You yourself had to witness Liechtenstein's death!"

Switzerland paled, furious. "Don't you dare mention Liechtenstein, or I will shoot you on the spot!"

His boss was slightly calmer. He stood up and addressed Italy's boss. "I'm sorry, but we cannot afford to break our policies and declare war on Poland simply because of a personal grudge you have against them."

Austria's boss stood up as well. "We hope to stay away from this conflict as long as possible. We truly are sorry."

They made to leave, their nations trailing behind them.

"Ve, just a moment." All four turned at the sound of Italy's voice. "Boss, please leave the room."

Italy's boss nodded and left, a knowing smile on his face. The door closed, and they heard lock being clicked.

"Wha-"

Italy whipped out his gun and fired off two shots. Switzerland and Austria's bosses fell to the ground, dead.

"I-Italy?" Austria's eyes widened at this unexpected attack from the younger nation.

"Ve, mi dispiace, Austria, Switzerland, but I can't let you go unless you agree to become my friends." A slightly maniacal smile appeared on Italy's face. "And since you won't, I'm afraid we have no choice but to destroy you."

He reached into his pocket, bringing out his phone. After dialing a number, he had a short conversation with the person on the other end.

It ended in Italy saying "Do your worst. Bring down total destruction."

He snapped the phone shut, and gave the other two nations a sweet smile, reminiscent of his younger days. But there was something wrong with it.

"You should be feeling the effects of the effects of the attack about... now."

As if on cue, both Switzerland and Austria doubled over in pain.

Italy giggled. "Ve... I targeted Bern and Vienna first, so you won't suffer for long..."

"Ahhh... Italy..." Austria looked up at Italy, and saw the veil of madness in front of the younger nation's face. "Italy! Snap out of it!" He struggled to his feet and lunged at Italy, slapping him.

Italy blinked, looking dazed. "Ve, what..."

Then realization dawned. "NO! No, Austria! Switzerland! Mi dispiace, mi dispiace..."

Italy fell to his knees, sobbing again.

"I didn't... No... Please tell me I didn't!" He grabbed Austria. "PLEASE..."

"Italy... it's too late."

"No, no, I'll tell them to stop-"

"Italy! Listen to me!" Switzerland grabbed Italy's shoulders. "It's too late. Don't do this to yourself."

Italy's tear-stained face lifted in Switzerland's direction. "W-What do you mean?"

"Don't-" Switzerland coughed. "Don't torture yourself over this. Don't let this happen again. Do you hear me? Don't let the madness take over you."

Austria nodded. "Italy... really. You've done us a favor. We should really thank you. We'll... We'll be able to see Hungary and Liechtenstein again. And... and also Germany, and the others."

"But... but what about all of us who are left? Oh, all I wanted was friends, I didn't... I didn't want this to happen!"

"Italy, you'll be fine... Here..." Austria handed Italy something wrapped in cloth.

"W-What is this?"

"Promise... not to open it... until you need... to remember..." Austria was rapidly losing strength.

Switzerland also gave Italy something. "Keep it... safe for me?"

"Si, of course..."

"Danke..."

"W-Wait!" Italy sounded panicked. "If you see... If you see Germany... Tell him I miss him..."

"Of... course..." Austria smiled. "Ready, Vash?"

"Goodbye.. Roderich... Feliciano..."

"We're coming... Elizaveta...

"Lili..."

A joint sigh fell from the lips of the two nations, and they faded from the room.

Swiss Confederation- destroyed - gone

Republic of Austria - destroyed - gone

Author's Note: That wasn't the best chapter... *makes weird noises*

Snapped!Italy is deadly. I actually didn't plan this story out with countries snapping... strange how that turned out...

The title is from Austria's "Marukaite Chikyuu"

Translations:

Mi dispiace = I'm sorry

Danke = thank you (here Switzerland was speaking German. Fun Fact: Switzerland has 4 official languages: German, Italian, French, and Romansh... that must get confusing...)

Si = yes (but you knew that right?)