"I do not see the point of why you came along as well." Italy grumbled slightly while lounging on his back in the grass.

Romano simply raised an eyebrow from his place on the blanket he had brought along. "Don't be mean. Germany asked for everyone to come along today and that includes me as well."

"I still think it is pointless…" the younger Italian continued to grumble letting his eyes shut against the warm midday sun.

From high above them and hidden within the tree line a blonde watched the exchange before lowering his awesome spy binoculars and frowning in confusion. "It's just Italy having a picnic with some blonde."

France's ears pricked up at the statement. "I'm out. If you need me, and I hope you do not, I will be at home."

England was quick to snatch the dingy looking blonde by the back of his collar before the other had managed to retreat. "Oh no you don't. Stay put!" He ordered and turned his ferocious glare back towards America. "What do you mean, it's only Italy having a picnic? I thought you said the report meant they all would be here?!"

"Perhaps you got it wrong, America." Russia commented in a mocking tone.

America snarled at the smirking Russian before answering the British nation. "That's what it did say! Maybe they are just late…" he added with a bit of uncertainty.

China rolled his eyes and slunk down knowing another argument was inevitable.

"Did you even bother to check if the information was accurate?" England growled, releasing France momentarily to tug on the sleeve to America's bomber jacket.

America ripped his arm away and set his binoculars aside to fully address England's accusations. "Of course I did! How stupid do you think I am?!"

"Incredibly so, you idiot! You've dragged us all out here for nothing!"

"It's not nothing!" America whined, "and we didn't get lost this time!"

"I agree to it not being nothing." France chimed in, even as he was slowly shuffling away.

"Stay out of this!" England rounded on him.

"Gladly." France muttered as he began to search through his pockets for that pack of cigarettes he had remembered to bring along for just such an occasion.

"What do you expect us to do now that we are here?" England continued to complain.

America huffed in frustration. "We could just attack and take them hostage. Italy shouldn't put up much of a fight."

"What good would that do?" he managed to ground out, trying not to recall the state of France and his house after Italy's visit; after all, he wasn't supposed to know in the first place. "He is the weaker member of the axis and it won't do much good." It came out with a little less force, but England was glad that America didn't seem to notice and no one else cared to comment.

"You always hate my ideas!" the younger nation cried, crossing his arms and sticking out his lip into a pout. "It's not fair that you don't want me doing anything."

"Well, maybe if your ideas weren't idiotic wastes of time-"

From further below, Romano lowered the sandwich he had prepared and tilted his head curiously. "Hey, Veneciao? Do you hear something?"

Italy opened one eye to glare at his older brother. "Like what?"

Romano squinted into the distance towards a certain tree line. "Like voices…"

Italy closed his eye and grumbled. "That's your own voice, stupid."

Romano shook his bleach blonde head. "No, not my own. Others. And they are arguing."

Both of Italy's eyes snapped open as he listened intently, an evil smile slowly overtaking his face. "Fratellone," he smirked up at his elder brother, "it seems we have visitors."

"And another thing, you wouldn't be anywhere near so overweight if you had remained as one of my colonies."

"That's because I would have starved to death by now!"

"Well, at least you wouldn't be so round!"

"If I may just point out," France interjected, effectively pausing the small fight that had England trying to grab a handful of America's middle and said nation trying to slap his hand away, "that while the two of you were together you loved his food and would continually tell me how much you enjoyed it."

"Dude, don't side with him!"

"Um… everyone…?" This time Russia cut int. "Italy and his friend are looking over here… And waving…"

"What?!" everyone (bar France because he felt no real need to get worked up over it and felt it held some promise he may be able to go home in the near future) exclaimed in unison and turned towards the nation peering through the binoculars he had picked up off the ground.

"Give me those." America snapped, leaping on the tall Russian and wrestling his binoculars away. He muttered a few curses under his breath when he realized Russia was right and ignored the dark chanting that was rising up behind him. "Right, everyone, get into formation!"

Everyone leapt up to rush forward, but had only made it a few steps before realizing they had to go back and collect France from where he was still spread out in the dirt. Once again all together, the group charged through the foliage and the two far below them watched in semi-bored silence as they started their usual routines.

Italy raised an eyebrow at the gathered nations on the hill. "Hmm… Looks like it was only the Allies." His eyes traveled down the line before stopping with a smirk. "Nice to see you again, France." Said nation didn't respond, only burying his hands inside the pockets of his dirty trousers and working away on his lit cigarette.

From beside his younger brother, Romano wiggled his fingers up at the group. "Caio! Come stai?"

China frowned when the blonde spoke and nervously turned to look at the others. "Does he sound familiar to anyone else…?"

Russia nodded. "Da, he does."

England remained silent as soon as he pieced together the voice coupled with the familiar looking scarf and glasses.

"Well, it makes no difference if he does or not," America cut in, stepping forward and pointing down at his opponents. "Listen up you two, you are both going to be captured by us and be our prisoners! So we can do this the easy way or the hard way!"

Italy laughed and licked his lips, "This sounds like fun." while Romano clicked his tongue at the American's words. "He's quite forceful, isn't he?"

"What's it going to be?" their self-appointed leader continued when surrendering didn't occur as soon as it was suggested.

The brothers glanced to one another, shrugged and turned with full grins back up at the Allies. "Well, if you don't think the mighty Allies can take on two unarmed Italians then you are free to leave." Italy taunted while the other smiled warmly.

"You leave me no choice then," America gave them a stern look while pushing his jacket sleeves further up his arms and then jabbing his finger down at them. "Get 'em, China!"

Said nation took a step forward and cast a weary look back. "You never change, do you?"

"No I do not." The American beamed.

Really, he should have seen this coming, but still the brunette nation shook his head and dutifully followed through with the order. At least this time his opponents were fairly weak. Had it been Germany and Japan again he would have worried a little bit more.

Still, he had a job to do and ran forward on light feet towards his unmoving opponent brandishing the wok and ladle he tried to keep on hand at all times. Yes, it may not have seemed the most effective weapons, but by having these items he was also able to prepare meal and possibly sell said meal if need be. That made them multifunctional and much better than having to carry around several things at once.

In a matter of seconds China was on top of the pair and swinging. The blonde lightly skipped away out of range but Italy was smirking and dodging effortlessly, eyes bright and calculating everything. China flinched a bit beneath the unnatural color but pressed forward determined. Wok would swing forcefully and the ladle would follow up with a quick jab; Italy would duck and spin to avoid meeting the iron of the cookware. The number of onlookers grew as several more nations appeared on the field and watched in silent awe at the quick movements of the two battling brunettes.

Eventually Italy's patience paid off and he found his opening when one of China's attacks carried out a bit too far and he ever so slightly lost his balance and left himself unguarded. Putting as much effort as he could into his counter attack, his boot collided with the other's stomach and managed to knock him back several steps; just enough time for Italy to fish out his knife and go on the offensive.

China reacted more out of instinct as he blocked the knife's attacks. The clanging of metal echoed everywhere across the open field and the spectators on the hill began to get nervous for their battling friend. The brunette was still holding his own, but he was now on the defensive and just trying to put some space between himself and his attacker but the knife-wielder was relentless and no sooner would he be able to parry a blow, the next would follow half a second later.

However, he knew he had lost the second the splitting pain tore into his arm. Gasping and flinging a hand over the wound, brown eyes flickered away towards the nearly forgotten blonde twirling a set of throwing knifes through his fingers. With his attention diverted momentarily, Italy was able to knock him down with another sharp kick.

Now lying on his back on the ground, China released his arm and tried to grab at his weapon using his good limb but it was kicked out of range before his fingers could scrape the handle. Wide eyes looked up at the grinning Italian and his voice shook a little as he tried to scoot backwards and ignore the pain that stopped him from attempting to use his injured arm. "I thought you said you were unarmed."

The number of dark grins doubled as the blonde joined them and Italy chuckled. "We lied."

A flurry of movement caused their smiles to fade and they leapt out of the way narrowly avoiding the business end of a metal water pipe and frowned as they looked up at its owner. Russia's usual child-like face looked grimly at them from where he stood protectively in front, while America effortlessly hoisted China up by his uniform and onto his shoulder.

Further away another voice carried over to them. "Git, will you move?!"

Romano sighed seeing as this would mean an end to the hostilities and began to rearrange his scarf and glasses to look more presentable. His younger brother huffed and stood up straight, placing a hand at his waist and idly waving his knife about in the other. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."

Both parties parted ways without any more exchanges and the Allies quickly disappeared beyond the ridge in their hasty retreat (or regroup because it sounds less like defeat). Italy spun on his heel towards the gathered Axis members and flung himself in Germany's direction. "Ciao my macho Germany! Have you come to adore your love interest defending you in battle?" He adhered himself to the blonde's broad chest and ran a finger delicately over the other's jaw line, letting his voice purr into a more lusty tone. "Does violence turn you on, or do you need me to be more gentle?"

Romano practically knocked Japan over while trying to elbow him. "Get your camera ready~!" he practically squealed into the stunned nation's ear.

Prussia stood back from the others, red eyes wary of both of the Italians, and for a rare moment in his life could not think of anything to say in the situation.

AN: Meh, not sure I do fight scenes any justice... And I've been having a yandere week. *kol kol*

Until next week, lovely people!