Yandere GerIta

Show down time~.

Oh man, this will be the longest chapter I've ever wrote~. I hope you enjoy~, and I apologize to the people who got notifications on that I updated this. I kept pressing 'publish' accidentally.)

"Man, why won't you leave Italy alone?  You stalker! Tryin' to be Izaya or something." America muttered the last part crossing his arms, glaring at the German.  Italy coward behind America and England looking around.

"I'm not leaving until I get Italy. He's mine after all." Germany stood still affront of America and England peeking through looking at Italy.

"Italy isn't yours! He doesn't belong to anyone." England yelled at the insane person his anger rising. Seriously who claims someone as theirs without discussing on it?

Germany took a step closer as the others took a step back. Germany sighed and ran his hand through his hair before reaching into his pocket and took out something that was shinny and silver. His eyes trailed it before he pointed it at the blonds, and his icy blue eyes looked up at them. "Then I'll take him by force."

America took a step affront of England. "I won't let you." He held his arms open.

England shook his head, opining his spell book in one hand,and putting the other hand on America's shoulder pushing him away. The gun was pointing at him now as there was a bit of rustling not too far away.

America frowned and took a big step getting affront of England, his back facing the gun. "Excuse me, I'm trying to save your ass. Don't. Push. Me."

"Oh come on. I could easily freeze him-"

"No."

"You can't tell me what not-"

"I just did."

They started arguing getting closer their chest touching while yelling at each other.

It wasn't till they heard a gun loading and shooting when they stopped. Germany pointing at them, "Time up."

Italy quickly panic and shook his head "No!" He quickly pushed the American and English man off to the side.

England eyes widen and quickly moved his arm, "No no no no!" His hand hit America cheek earning a 'ow' as everything stopped moving slowly.

Both of them feel to the ground because Italy pushed them. America being on top of England. England panted a bit looking around. He noticed everyone but himself and the other blond stopped moving. It took a moment for his brain to process everything and when it did his eyes widen. He quickly moved his head to the front and screamed a bit seeng America smirking at him.

"Hello sexy one."

England rolled his eyes and pushed America off the side. He quickly got up leaving the spell book on the ground and quickly ran over to Italy.

The bullet was very close to Italy's shoulder. As his hair was swiftly off to the side from moving. His eyes closed tightly gritting his teeth and his arms held open. 

England  cursed loudly, "Bloody hell, this wasn't suppose to happen!" He gently moved Italy hair like its suppose to be, though he only moved very little. His magic wouldn't let him move so much.

"Can't we move him away?" America asked as England shook his head.

"Unfortunately not. We can only move him so little, and if we did, the bullet would go to his artery and he'll bleed to death." England  sighed and covered his face with his hands. "How did this even happen? If we didn't argued we wouldn't be in this mess, Italy wouldn't have a bullet through his shoulder."