Chapter 3: Training

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Germany sat back in his office, staring at the hone. What if I trained him? He thought. He rubbed his forehead and dialed his boss's number. "Hello." He spoke calmly into the phone, looking out the window. "What is it?" His boss snapped. Germany took a deep breath and spoke in a rush. "I know you want me to kill the Italian, but what if I train him to be on our side and use him as a weapon?" The blond sat down and took a deep breath. His boss paused. " "You have two months." The angry man hung up the phone, leaving Germany in shock. 

Italy sat in his jail cell staring at the wall. He had given up on crying hours ago. Germany was such a meany. The red head moped in the corner for a whole day before Germany came back for him. Italy looked up hopefully. "Let's go." The German replied, his blue eyes glaring as always. The Italian jumped up out of fear and hope. He followed the German outside and stood next to Japan, who looked at him pitifully with his deep brow eyes. 

"From now on, you train with us." The German barked, Japan stood straight and Italy froze. "Train?" He asked, his accent lilting. Germany nodded sharply. The Italian started to cry, but Japan put a hand on his shoulder. "He's not that bad, just do what he says." His brown eyes seamed to smile at Italy. Germany cleared his throat, calling the small group to attention. "Run a lap, NOW!" Japan nodded and took off, leaving Italy behind in confusion. "Run!" Germany shouted at the Italian. He yelped and took off after Japan. The German watched in irritation as Italy slowed after just a minute and started dragging his fear. 

"What are you doing?!" The blond raged. Italy gasped for air. "Trying... To run..." He stopped and fell face first in the dirt. Japan kept running. Germany face palmed and tried to calm his temper. "This is going to be harder than I thought." He muttered and picked Italy up by his shirt. 

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