Attack on Hetalia

Chapter 2: Strange happenings

A.N:  Well, I realised I had nothing to do and I was bored out of my mind, so, I decided I'd get the next chapter in early :) [It's not like I'm supposed to be studying or anything ¬_¬ ]  So here's a taste of how this story is actually gonna be, cause the last chapter was just misleading.

Normal POV:

It was a beautiful sunny day. The perfect temperature. The sounds of birds chirping was just perfect. Everything was perfect. It was the perfect start to a certain boy's/man's (I'm not too sure) day.

"PASTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'' He screamed so that the whole world could hear him. Have you figured out who he is yet?? 

"OH MY GOD!! I CAN'T-E BELIEVE IT. FINALLY, I WELL GET-E THE PASTA. I HAVEN'T HAD IT FOR SSSSOOOOOOO LONG I ALMOST DIED-'' 

"Vill you, SHUT UP ALREADY?!?!?!'' Yelled a familiar blonde-haired and blue-eyed man from behind him.

They were atop a horse-drawn cart. Italy was driving and Germany was in the large box-thing trying to have a nap, but Italy's constant yelling about pasta was driving him INSANE!!

"Oh Germany! I'm so sorry. I was just so excited about finally being able to go to Minestrone and having ALL the pasta I want cause you now it's the best pasta, well not as good as the one from home but close-''

"ENOUGH!!!!'' Germany interrupted him mid-sentence. "I am so sick and tired of hearing about pasta. Can you please shut up already, I'm trying to get some sleep here''

"You were sleeping?''

*face palm*

Why did Germany agree to go to Minestrone in the first place, you ask?? Well, let's backtrack for a minute.

A little while ago, Germany was in a spot of trouble. Romano had finally decided that he had had enough of him. He has hated how he treated his little brother for a while now & a couple of days ago..... he snapped. He set up a shit-load of booby traps, hoping that he would blow Germany to smithereens......or be pelted with a shit-load of tomatoes. Either option was fine with him. But Italy being his usual and unobservant self, ran straight into every one of Romano's traps, setting them all off. Germany was grateful and at the time it seemed that Italy was about to die, so Germany promised that he would do anything for him as a final wish. Italy was fine of course cause this is anime, and so here we are.

"How much further is it, Italy?'' Germany asked impatiently. "I don't know. To be honest I don't even know what direction we are going in''

"VHAT?!?!?!?!?!''  (Ahhh, typical Italy)

"Vell, I guess there's nothing I can so about it now,'' Germany grumbled to himself.  "Stupid Italy''

"Awhhawhaw, I heard that Germany,'' sang a different yet familiar voice.

"Vhat the-Vho said that?'' Germany asks looking around him very confused.

"It's me!!'' the voice yells yet again and reveals his identity in the process.

"France?!?!?'' Germany yells, again very confused.

"OH! Hello Mr.France!!'' Italy beamed way too happily.

"Awhawhawhaw, correct. It is moi,'' he smiles. (A.N: I have no idea how to write France's laugh so I  might just refer to it as *pervy laugh* from now on)

"Vait a minute, how did you get here?''

"Are you blind, Germany?? Can't you see I am on a horse?''

He was right. Germany was blind.(jkjk) France was riding upon the most majestic white horse you have ever seen. There wasn't a spot of dirt anywhere on its coat. It's mane was flowing in the wind, (much like France's hair).  France's beautiful white stallion made the two bay horses that were pulling Italy's and Germany's cart look like mules. They practically sparkled in the daylight sun.