"Ve! Sunk!"

"Zhat's not somezing to be proud of!"

Italy had convinced Germany to play Battlership, but unfortunately for Italy, Germany was winning. But he didn't mind. He was just happy that Germany finally played a game with him.

"Your ships are all sunk, Italy," Germany stood up from the table and closed his red Battlership set. "Game over…"

"Ve," Italy smiled as he looked up at Germany. "Again!"

"Nein, I have vork to do," Germany took a single step away from the table, but Italy grabbed his sleeve.

"Please, Germany?" his pleading eyes were almost too much for Germany to resist, yet he did.

"Maybe tomorrow," he always said, and Italy knew it probably meant 'no', like Japan said.

"Aw…" Italy moaned. He coughed. Germany thought nothing of it, and proceeded to retire for the night.

Italy glanced back down at his blue Battlership set, and all the yellow pins that he had put in when Germany guessed a coordinate and 'hit' one of his grey hidden 'battleships'. He smirked and went to peek at where Germany had put his, since he never was any good at guessing when it came to battles.

He lifted the red set's lid and his mischievous smile faded. Germany's board was all full of white pins, meaning Italy had 'missed' his little grey submarines. "He wasn't lying….I suck…" He coughed again, and went to get a drink of water to soothe his throat.

"I-a don't like playing games with Germany…he always wins…" Italy whined. He took a sip of water, but it didn't help his throat. He sighed. "I like playing games with Prussia…at least I win…sometimes…" Italy thought for a moment. "Or maybe he lets me?" Italy shrugged and finished his water. He turned off the kitchen light and went to bed.

The next morning, Italy dragged himself out of bed. He moaned and went inside the bathroom and closed the door.

About the same time, Germany walked out of his room, fully dressed and well groomed. He knocked on Italy's room and gently opened the door. "Italy?" he asked. He smiled when he saw that Italy was already up, surprisingly. He closed the door and walked down the hall and into the kitchen. Turning on the light, he suddenly met the glance of Prussia sitting at the bar counter with a piece of toast with strawberry jam hanging out his mouth.

All at once, Germany's mood changed from good to worst. "PRRRUUUSSSIIIAAA!" he screamed.

Italy jumped at the sudden outburst.

"Hey, Bro-ha!" Prussia began.

"I told you to stay downstairs!"

"Pft, you and vhat army?"

"I'm counting to three…."

"Until you do vhatt?"

"Eins…."

Prussia held his ground, and just continued chewing his toast loudly, mouth open.

"Zwei…"

Prussia slowly stood up, on purpose, waiting for Germany to count down…

"Drei!" Germany rushed to Prussia, knocking him against the wall, holding him up by the collar.

"Oof!" Prussia hit the wall rather hard for early in the morning. Germany punched him in the gut and let go, causing Prussia to drop to his knees and clutch his stomach.

Italy rushed down the hall, and turned the corner to the kitchen, holding on to the wall as he turned. He stopped in shock. Germany held his foot on Prussia's chest and leaned in towards him. Prussia held his foot, trying to keep breathing. "You belong downstairs…." Germany snared. Prussia desperately fought to keep breathing.

"…!" Italy suddenly found he couldn't even talk. He tried again, but nothing came out. He began to tear. Germany! He thought. STOP IT! He couldn't take it anymore, and ran to Germany, pushing him off Prussia. Prussia gasped in air and turned over to cough.

"Stay out of it, Italy," Germany warned. "I'm tired of zhis!"

Italy tried holding Germany back, gesturing to his throat. He began to hyperventilate.

"I don't have time for games," Germany pushed Italy out of the way. "Take your medications und shut up…" Prussia began to stand up, one knee up, but Germany kicked him back down.

Italy covered his eyes and turned around. He couldn't witness this…He began to sob. Even though he couldn't see, he could still hear…Stop, Germany... He thought. …Stop…