Paris, France.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Aviel covered his ears and letting out a cry of fear ducked behind his father. Germany sighed, patting the boy on the head. I cant keep him here, he thought, this is too much for him. He glanced over at the Italian nation who looked equally afraid and was ducking behind a wall as the French and German soldiers fired on one another. Germany got off a couple of shots and gazed into the background. Squeezing his eyes he could see the longhaired French nation retreat into a nearby building. He growled angrily.
I have to get France, its about time I get back at him for all of this, but I can't take Israel with me any further or he might get hurt, thought the German. He glanced over at Italy and barked, "Italia!"
"S-si?"
"Watch Israel, I'm going to go get France!"
"O-okay! Ve..." The Italian nation coward and Germany rolled his eyes. Aviel looked over at his father, his golden eyes shining with concern as he tugged on his father's uniform and hesitantly said, "Papa?"
"I'll be back, Israel, stay here," Germany ordered sharply to be sure that the boy didn't follow. Aviel bit his lip and nodded then went to go sit by Italy. Germany sighed and then began to pursue the French nation. He ran into the building, his gun held at the ready he entered.
The German nation entered the room and was immediately fired upon. He managed to duck behind a desk and peeked out, holding his gun at the ready and aiming it carefully at the other side of the room. France was ducking behind a table and holding his gun and a similar position to Germany's. The two nations fired at one another however France's gun soon ran out of ammo. The Frenchman swore and cast his gun aside. Germany took the opportunity to shoot the Frenchman in the arm. France let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground. Germany kicked the table over and then quickly ran over to the French nation. France was still dizzy and bleeding from the arm as Germany grabbed him by the collar and slammed him unto the ground.
"Okay...cough... Okay I surrender..." coughed the French nation but Germany would hear none of it and quickly started beating his face in.
"You piece of ****!" barked the German nation, "this is your own fault! If it weren't for you in your damn Versailles treaty none of this would have happened! You made me elect him!"
France coughed and glaring up at the German nation declared, "I didn't make you do anything, Germany, you did it yourself."
Germany growled in both anger and frustration, knowing full well that France was right however he nonetheless decided to let his anger out on the French nation and started punching him, not letting up and not granting him any mercy. He didn't know for how long he pounded his face in, rage flashing from his eyes. However before he could knock the Frenchman out there was a cry of, "Papa!"
Germany looked over his shoulder and to his surprise and horror saw Israel standing in the doorway with his eyes filled with tears, sobbing in fear.
"Israel..." muttered Germany then he realized he still had his fist, which was covered in France's blood, raised above and ready to strike the Frenchman once more. Israel sniffled and started crying.
"Stop hurting him, please stop hurting him Papa..." begged the child. Germany felt his anger ebb away and released the Frenchman. He wiped the blood from his hands and ran over to the Israeli youth, grabbing him in a hug and comforting him.
"Dear Lord, Israel, what am I going to do with you?" he asked aloud, "I told you to stay where it was safe..."