"They're not bloody here." England growled into his comm to America
"Well they're not in Italy so they have to be in Germany." America was frustrated he had checked all of Italy being the awesome hero he was
"Man that sounded so wrong in many ways." England groaned
"Were haven't you checked?" Russia asked
"Only the forests of Germany do you know how bloody big they are."
"WELL GO CHECK THEM!" France shouted suddenly joining the conversation
"Okay, okay calm your horses."
A few hours later
"Guys I think I found them." America whispered quietly as he approached what looked like a small wooden cottage.
"Tell us the coordinates and we'll be there as soon as possible." England responded
"Latitude 34 Longitude 65." America crept closer to the quaint cottage seeing that the fireplace was burning he knew that someone was there and he just knew that it was Germany and Italy.
It was confirmed when he spotted Germany outside bringing his axe down onto some wood making it splinter all the way down to the base. He was wearing black gloves to protect his hands from what looked like a traditional hand carved axe.
"Hey Iggy they're here."
"Okay observe and we'll meet you back at base."
America settled behind a huge tree and sat down ready for one long hell of a day. He watched as the scene in front of him unfolded.
"Luddy! Are you done yet?!" Italy called from the house he was wearing black pants black top with a small frilly apron on it.
"Nearly!" He called out wiping his brow before carrying the pieces of wood on his shoulder and adding them to his pile
"We should be set for winter." Italy came running up to help him carrying the small bits of timber
"Thanks Feli." America watched in astonishment as Germany the never smiling country smiled before bending down and kissing the Italian full on the lips.
Italy melted into the kiss wrapping his arms around the nation his legs starting to ride up. Germany got the message and placed a warm hand on his upper thigh. Suddenly Italy whispered something and Germany broke off and did something even weirder. He laughed his whole body wracking with happiness his laugh was full and glorious his blue icy eyes shining.
"I love you Italian." He spoke kissing him once again
"Ti amo. I'll love you no matter how long I have to wait."
"Well I have loved you since the 900s." Italy looked up happy tears glistening those orbs of honey brown
"Let's go inside." Germany picked the Italian up his legs wrapping around the larger torso. His arms wrapped lovingly around Germany's neck.
America watched in astoundment. He had found out so many things to use against them and so many things that would continue to boggle him. He tapped the whole recording so he could show it to the others.
Back at base
"What do you mean Germany is Holy Rome?!" France shouted turning on America
"He said it! He said I've loved you since the 900s! He must be HRE!"
"Well now we know what will be the death of him. Italy." England finished
"Wait you want to kill my younger brother to get to Germany!" France shouted
"It's the only way Francis. You know how strong he is, this is his only weakness. He'll either die for him or give up." France couldn't argue he was a country of love and he knew that it would work but still...
"Okay but if Italy survives let me talk to him and get him on our side."
"Fair enough. Now we'll start the battle tomorrow at their house."
Everyone nodded knowing that by the time backup from Japan came in it would be too late.
