Can You Trust Me?

Pasta and the Axis

I walked down the hallway, holding my brother's lunch box in both hands. I heard shouting come from one door, so headed to that door. When I entered the room, I noticed shiny everything- a giant polished table with a sparkling vase and beautiful lively flowers, glowing chandeliers, and even the floor looked amazing. Germany- one of my allies- was yelling at all of the representations in the room to stop fighting and get it together, act like sophisticated people. While he was yelling, I walked around the room to my big brother, Feliciano Vargas. He is also known as Italy Veneziano or North Italy, but I tend to refer to him as "Big Brother" with the occasional nickname "North". He didn't notice me as I walked up to him, lunch box in hand. He waited somewhat patiently after Germany stopped yelling and raised his hand, to be called on.

"U-Uhm! Me, okay! ... PASTAAAAAAAA!!!" Big brother yelled, immediately making Germany irritated. I sighed, and looked at Germany, who nodded a greeting at me. I returned the gesture then poked Italy and gave him his lunch box,

"You left this at home, stupid."

"Vee~! Sorella! Grazie!" He took the box from me, and put me on his lap. Brother started talking to me, but I drowned him out and listened to Germany instead who was talking about World War One, when my brother and I first met him.

"Fratello? Are you sure we're safe in here? I don't know if I'll be able to protect you from a full grown man." I was physically five at the time, only a year younger than in present day.

He nodded, "I think-a so... hush, we don't want him to find us." Minutes later, twigs and branches snapped, and leaves were heard being smushed. A man talked to himself outside, a thick German accent lacing his voice,

" Vhat is a tomato box doing all zhe vay out here?" He tapped on the box with what I assumed was a stick. My brother decided to speak to try and make it seem normal, but he failed miserably at it.

"C-Ciao! I-I'm the tomato fairy! I come in peace, I do not wish to fight a war! ahahah..." He stuttered nervously.

"Zhats hard to believe! I suspect there's someone inside!" I knew that just by listening, he was trying to open the box.

"W-What are you doing, trying to see my guts?! Stop it, I just want to be friends with you!!" The man kept tugging, "STAAAAAHHHHPPPPPP!!!" Brother screamed, on the verge of tears. The lid flew off the box, and the German fell backwards onto his bottom. North immediately stood up and started to whine, and the man- who I could now see as a tall, muscular blonde with sharp blue eyes picked him up by the back of his collar, taking him out of the box and staring him as he wailed. After a bit of whining, the German asked,

"Are you by some chance related to the country of Ancient Rome?"

"G-Grandpa Rome?! YOU KNOW GRANDPA ROME?! Haha, that must mean you're friends with him, right! Now we can become friends too! Hee hee, this is ama--"

"Go to hell, you pasta loving freak! I will not be fooled by your acting!" He dropped brother and whacked him in the face with the butt of his gun, knocking brother to the ground. He strangely hadn't noticed me yet, so I decided to take action. I hopped out of the box, "That was very rude! He did nothing to you, and had no weapon and you decide to whack him! Now look at him, he's obviously helpless and in pain!" Brother was whining on the ground and holding his cheek.

"Und... who might jou be?"

"I'm his younger sister, whose name you do not deserve to know yet!" While I was talking, he picked up big brother and slung him over one shoulder, doing the same to me on his other shoulder, "H-Hey! Put me down!!"