AN:/ Since everyone that has reviewed to this point has wanted me to continue, continue I shall. It'll be like my NTS story, all oneshots as the scenes come to me. Sorry if they're short, but that's how it'll have to be. If anyone wants to take this and run with it, feel free, just mention I inspired you (or some such rot).
-YR
How the USSR really died.
Germany and USSR were walking down the street in forced casual conversation when USSR was tackled from behind. Germany turns, happily shocked to see a blade sticking from USSR's chest. He quickly swivels his head to see a figure fleeing the scene...by climbing up the building's walls. A red curl is all that can be seen from beneath the hood.
"Italy...?"
The hooded figure hesitates for a moment in his even climb to the roof, before continuing on.
Germany keeps a close eye on his 'weakest' ally but Italy's just as vapid and cowardly as ever, almost more so. Germany pushes THAT thought off as his hopes being crushed. Utterly and completely.
Italy begs Romano for a favor and the next time someone's killed in front of Germany by a figure in white, Italy's right there beside him.