Chapter 3
3rd Person's POV
America, Canada, and France were shaken up after england tried to attack America. They tied England up so he couldn't leave. They put him in the living room and began talking about what just happened. "There is definitely something wrong with angleterre." France said worried. "You think!? He tried to stab me just for swearing!" America said. While they were talking a certain Brit woke up. "My head hurts like the dickens." England said wincing. He looked at his family arguing then looked at himself. "Well! Hitting me over the head tying me up and then fighting! They need a proper spanking.~" England said pouting. He had a thought 'I can't be reprimanding them now. I need to help the other countries first.~' England scooted next to the window while his family was distracted. He stood up and jumped out the window. He then used the glass to cut himself free and run away. The rest of the face family gave chase after they heard the window break. England had a huge lead. They ran after him but they couldn't catch him. He ran out of sight and they couldn't find him anywhere. They looked at each other and knew this wouldn't end well.
The next day the axis were training. Germany had Italy and Japan running laps. Like always Italy was slower than the other two. "Italy if jou don't run faster jou von't have any pasta!" Germany threatened. Italy started to run faster. He then took off at 60 miles per hour. "ITALY!" Germany yelled while trying to catch up to the Italian. He lost sight of him and started to look around. Meanwhile Italy had run to a meadow near the training area. He was currently taken a siesta (nap) when he felt like someone was watching him. He opened his eyes and sat up. He immediately closed them like he usually did. He looked up and saw England standing there smiling. Italy jumped back a little "Oh! E-england you surprised me.~" Italy said a little spooked. Normally Italy would be very scared of the Englishman but they weren't currently fighting and England was way nicer at the meeting. But there was also something off about him. "Hello there Feliciano!~" England greeted cheerfully. "What are you doing here? Did you come to train with us?~" Italy asked innocently. England smiled wider "No. I actually came to give you this!" England said holding out a plate of pasta. Italy gasped "Yay! Thank you England!~" Italy said taking the pasta. "Oh by the way poppet. Has your pasta seemed bland since yesterday?~" England asked. Italy thought about it "Yeah! For some reason it felt like it was missing something." Italy said frowning slightly.
"Well I think this pasta will taste much better!" England said. Italy didn't know what he meant by that but he started to eat the pasta. "This is really good! What did you put in the sauce?~" Italy asked still eating the pasta. "I'm so glad you like it. It makes things so much easier!" England said. Italy paled a little "What do you mean?" Italy asked starting to shake. "Well to answer your question I put blood in your sauce!" England chirped. Italy's face paled "You what!?" Italy yelled scared. His eyes started to change from brown to red. He started to get a bad headache. He fell on the grass and held his head dropping the plate. England chuckled as we watched how he had helped Italy. Just then Japan and Germany ran into the meadow. "Well I guess I should leave. I'll see you later Luiciano!~" England said as he poofed away. Germany ran to the Italian that was in pain "Italy! Vhat's vrong! Where did he hurt jou!?" Germany said distressed. Italy couldn't talk with all the pain his head was in. He screamed in agony and passed out. England had given a reason for his personality to come out. A reason to be the certain Italian with a blood lust.
Italy's POV
I woke up on Germany's couch. I was confused until I remembered what had happened in the meadow. I didn't feel any of the headache but I didn't feel quite right. I felt...angry.