A Hetalia Fanfic- Italy's Hell Kitchen (ItalyxGermany???? )

Italy's Hell Kitchen

A few weeks ago, Italy went missing. One day, Germany got a call from an Italian restaurant saying that they found Italy.
Germany sighed. He thought for sure that America tried to kidnap him again. Well, at least he finally found him. Germany then went to the Italian restaurant hoping he'd be there by the time he got there.
Once he got there, he looked around carefully analyzing everything single person in the restaurant. No Italy.
"Excuse me sir," Germany asked the restaurant owner who was just standing there doing nothing.
"Do you need anything?" The owner asked politely.
"Is there anyone here whose name is Feliciano Vargas?"
"Oh, must be Ludwig. He's in the kitchen."
Germany walked over to the kitchen. He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer.
"Italy!" Germany said in a loud and clear voice. "If you can hear me open the door!"
The door suddenly opened, but no one was there. Germany looked in the kitchen. It looked very rusty and a bit humid. Italy was sitting in the corner of the shadows.
"Italy! I was so worried when I heard you went missing! Do you know how many windows I broke trying to find you?"
Italy didn't say a word.
"If you wanted to make pasta here you could've told me."
Italy still didn't say anything, but he raised his head and looked at the man.
Germany stepped a little closer to him. He noticed that there was something wrong with him besides the fact that he wasn't responding. He didn't look like his usual happy-go-lucky self.
"Hey Italy, you look a lot darker. Then again, it could be just that the lights on off."
Italy opened his mouth. "Oh hi Germany. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just fine."
He smiled. But it didn't seem right. It was more sinister, and his eyes were open wide.
Germany stepped back with shock in his face. Never in the years he spent with this pasta-obsessed Country who surrendered to nearly every battle, did he see such an evil look on him. It felt like an entirely different person.
"What's wrong Doitsu? You look so pale. Like a sheep's wool coat. Is there a spider nearby? I didn't know you where afraid of such tiny little pests...."
Germany ran to the door. But before he even got close, he slipped on an ice cube and was knocked out.
Minutes later, he woke up. His vision was blurry. Once his head cleared up a bit, He saw his naked self hanging on a rope hogtied. Germany looked around the kitchen. There was Italy, sitting in a boss chair with his legs crossed and one his hand on his face. The other hand holding the end of the rope. Underneath Germany was a tub of tomato sauce.
"Ah, your awake now Germany. Did you have a good sleep? Cause I did. I dreamed of blood and horrors."
Italy slowly let go of the rope and down when Germany.
"ITALIAAA!!!!!" Germany screamed as he plummeted down into the tomato sauce.
"Oh what a delightfully pleasant cry my dearest." The crazed Italian man said bursting with maniacal joy. "I chose the perfect day to wear my baloney suit!"
Italy ripped off the shirt he was wearing. Underneath was a well crafted suit of the finest baloney in the universe. He then jumped in the tub of delicious sauce. Of course Germany wasn't very happy about all of this. It was just too strange.
Out of nowhere, there was a recognizable laugh coming from the air vent. It was no other than France, slithering out of the vents and into the kitchen with Italy and Germany.
"Ohonhonhon, I heard you found Italy in this Italian restaurant." He said holding a bottle of wine. "And your making pasta. Allow me, the hottest country in the world, to give it some flare."
With that, he poured all the wine into the sauce. It turned from bright tomato red to a slightly darker shade.
Italy was not happy about this. Angered in fact. He grabbed the French guy by the hair and grabbed a ladle. Then, started beating the living crap out of him with the ladle.
"Italy you killed France!" Germany said with a shocked expression on his very face.
Italy tilted his head towards to the left. "Yes. And now I have to change the tomato sauce. Because that prune soiled all of it, the meal will be delayed."
He went and got another tub of sauce. Then put Germany in the new tub and jumped in again. This time he got different types of pasta and threw it in.
"Why exactly are you doing all of this?" Germany wasn't really sure what his motives were besides making a month supply of pasta.
Italy responded, "I want to make the tastiest pasta in the world. I also want you to be a part of it."
With that, he wrapped sausage links tightly around Germany. Germany struggled to get out but couldn't. Man that's some strong sausage.
But then, a cloaked figure appeared out of nowhere carrying a fanny pack. "ha ha!" The cloaked figure said as he unhooded himself. It was England. He unzipped his fanny pack and revealed a bunch of burnt scones. He threw all of them into the pasta.
Italy's face turned red like a tomato. Not because of the tomato sauce which splattered all over his face, he was mad. Real mad. Italy jumped out the tub and tackled England.
"This is the second time my pasta's been soiled by filthy countries." Italy said glaring at England in a sinister way.
"Yeah well...what are you going to do about it wanker!" England said in a tsundere way.
Right after England spoke, Italy got a long string of noodle and wrapped it around England's neck. He then hung the end of the noodle over a ledge on the ceiling and pulled the noodle to the point where England's feet were no longer touching the ground. England squirmed and wiggled until he stopped moving.
Italy checked his pulse. "Don't worry Germany, he's now having a tea party in the sky."
"You killed another country?!" Germany tried to get out of the pasta but of course he couldn't.
Italy got another tub of tomato sauce, putting Germany into it. As of now Germany had given up trying to get out of this situation.
A few seconds later, a black smoke flooded the kitchen. "Oh great, what is it this time?"
"It is I! The best hero the world has to offer! Duh-duh-dah!" It was America, proudly standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a cape.
"And now I'll throw unhealthy fast food at you!"
America threw McDonald's happy meals everywhere pissing Italy off once more. But this time, his rage was burning stronger than hell fire.
"Yooooooou, YOOOOOU ARE GOING TO HAVE THE WORST PUNISHMENT ITALY'S HAVE TO OFFER!!!" The enraged Italy slammed America into a giant pizza while also tying him down to it.
"Hey dude, I was just messing around!" America said cracking a bit.
"Well YOU messed with the WRONG man!" Italy picked up the pizza with America on it and opened the oven that's all ready been preheated.
"H-Hold on! You're not actually gonna cook me are you?"
Italy didn't reply. Without Hesitation, he threw him into the flames of the oven and slammed it shut. America screamed the most horrible scream in the universe. But Italy ignored it.
"You know what Germany?" Italy said turning to Germany.
"what?"
"I'm just going to throw you into my basement"
Italy pushed a button opening a trap door under Germany. He fell down into the abyss full of pasta sauce. He couldn't swim or anything due to the fact that he's still tied in sausage links. He sunk like a rock. But then, something saved Germany from his doom. That someone was Romano.
"Romano!" Germany gasped whilst coughing up tomatoes. "The hell are you doing here!"
"It's a long story," Romano responded, "In short I'm a pasta sauce merman."
This information threw Germany off. Romano's a merman? Aside from that, he's grateful for what he did for him.
"ROMANO!" It was Italy coming down into the basement with a boat. "How DARE you rescue Germany. I was supposed to rescue him!"
Italy paddled over to them and got out a gun. "NOW YOU MUST PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE!"
But before he could shoot, Romano managed to grab a tomato and threw it at Italy's balls.
Italy fell into the sauce. But then rose up.
"What was I just doing now?" Italy said in an innocent, yet normal way.
Germany explained what happened, "You were acting all evil. Trying to make me into pasta and killing three other countries in the process."
"Wow, really? Anyways lets get out of here. I'm starving!"
When the three of them got out of the basement, an alarm went off.
"Looks like the pizza's ready." Italy said eagerly. "Let's eat!"
And so they all ate America's cooked body and the pizza.

The end.