That night, Italy never came home. And Germany grew even more nervous, and fearful for the Italian's safety. Where could he have gone to? Germany called Italy numerous times but was always greater by the Italian's voicemail. Sometimes Germany found himself listening to the Italian's voicemail just to hear his voice.
"Oh! Hello! It's Italy! Sorry I can't make it to the phone right now, I'm probably out eating pasta somewhere. Mmm pasta.. anyways! I'll call you back when I get the chance!"
A lump started to form in the German's throat and he abruptly stood from where he sat, and grabbed a coat with a hood and stormed out of his house in search of his companion.
~Elsewhere~
Italy shiver vigorously as the pouring rain came down relentlessly from the grey sky above. Italy had been in the rain for quite some time and began to feel ill. Even though he knew he would be a nuisance, he went to the last place he could.
Italy rang the doorbell gingerly, and let his head fall, he didn't want to look the door opener in the eyes. When the door opened a gasp was heard.
"Itary-San!" Gasped the thick Japanese accent.
"Japan..." Italy murmured in a hoarse tone, "I'm sorry for dropping in like this..." his voice trailed off.
"Itary-San... you could get pneumonia our here!"
And then dark, chocolate eyes met with bloodshot, saddened eyes and Japan knew immediately how his ally felt.
"You shourd come inside."
Italy made no protest and stepped inside the comfort of his friend's house but barely made it two steps before collapsing onto the floor. His vision blurred and a faint cry of worry was heard. Before everything went dark.
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Off to War (Hetalia Fanfic)
FanfictionWWIII has started. All of the nations must come up with a decision on who will fight... Because if all of the nations were to die in war then the world would be in havoc. So everyone agreed on drawing straws. However who was picked would shock you...
