With Open Eyes

Part 14

Italy had decided that he wanted to get stronger. He started to train by himself. Late at night he would sneak out of the house and go to the gun range. Italy was still completely opposed to fighting but he was tired of being useless and weak. He tried to work out but it was hard when you had a low stamina due to eating nothing. But nobody can call me a glutton if I'm not fat! Italy thought. He hated everything about himself and he was trying to make himself better.

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A gun shot rang out in the still night. Then another and the three more after that. Italy stood in the gun range his arms were raised from his previous shot. His arms were in full view. All up his thin arms there was fresh cuts, the faint light of the moon highlighting the silvery scars from earlier cuts. Italy paused in his shooting to reload his gun. He finished reloading his gun and aimed for the target. His eyes open the whole time. The once bright golden orbs watching bullet after bullet hit the target. The entire night the shots never strayed far from the center of the target.

A/N: how was that chapter? It was longer than the others and I'm not sure how it turned out.... please comment on what you think about it! I own nothing but the plot.