World War Three

Chapter Five

"So, have you made up your mind?" England asked Italy, seated at a small table as they watched soldiers rush about.

Agonisingly slowly, the days had passed until it was time for the battle to begin. Italy had pondered his decision deeply, spending hours on it before coming to a conclusion.

"I'm going to go and fight." He answered the brit with a small nod and a soft smile.

"Sounds like a plan." England exchanged the soft smile with him, though in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but worry.

He wasn't sure how well the Italian could fend for himself, seeing his previous line of surrenders, but he had enough hope in the recent changes to believe he would be able to care for himself.

"We haven't much time left. It would be wise to get ready, as we have to leave soon." The Brit informed, standing up from his seat.

Italy nodded in agreement, following England up and away from the table.

"How long until we leave?" The auburn-haired man asked, eyes on the many soldiers making their way to their stations to get geared up.

"Roughly an hour, but time is going to pass very quickly." The blond replied, knowing things could get a bit hectic this close to war time.

"Okay, I'll see you in an hour then!" Feliciano parted with a small smile and a wave, going back to his room.

They went their separate ways, each man residing in their own rooms to get changed and prepare themselves for the upcoming bloodshed. War was certainly not a fun time, and Italy was giving himself a pep-talk since he'd be fighting on the front lines. England followed his usual war routine, which he'd unfortunately followed many times before. He changed into his uniform and took a moment to gather his thoughts, as well as clear them. He needed to be completely calm and level headed at a time like this, especially with his worry for his new ally.France and Liechtenstein were already ready, a bit less intimidated, seeing as how they didn't need to shoot anyone. Switzerland had been ready hours beforehand, and was spending his time giving orders to the soldiers.

Before they knew it, the time had come, and three men found themselves standing and looking up at the helicopter that would take them to the battlefield. Italy had a nervous anxiety in the pit of his stomach, but tried his best to block it out and remain calm. England had the same feeling, but for different reasons. Half of his worries lied on the impending war, though the other half lied on the Italian beside him. Switzerland was the most calm, and easily hid any doubt behind a hard and determined face. He stepped forward first, finding it easiest to get on with it and go. England was next, climbing up before turning to lend Italy a hand. Feliciano was anxious, and hoped he hid it well, as he took Arthur's hand and got in the helicopter, taking his seat beside the Brit.

As the chopper took off, the only sound was that of the heavy blades swishing above them. All three men were silent, awaiting arrival at their destination. Contrary to whilst they had been getting ready, time seemed to be moving slower and slower. Italy was mumbling to himself, attempting to remain cool, though everyone was too engaged in their own thoughts to notice. England breathed a shaky sigh when he heard the pilot announce that they'd be there within ten minutes. Switzerland was growing impatient, though Italy wanted more time.

Soon enough, the helicopter landed, cutting the nation's thoughts short. The allies got out, looking around at the battlefield. Troops were everywhere, and they noticed that France and Liechtenstein were already setting up the infirmary. After shouting a few orders, Switzerland went off to see his little sister before things began.

"Are you ready?" England asked Italy, turning to face him.

"As ready as I'll ever be," He responded with a dry laugh.