Hetalia: Italy's Broken Heart (Sequel)

I won't let you hurt them

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO HIM WHEN HE'S TRYING TO PROTECT US!" France looked up to see Canada with burning rage. He didn't expect Canada to slap him. "I'm disappointed in you." Canada then turned around and whatched the fight. All countries saw the scene but didn't move. France was furious. 'How could Canada say that to his own father?!' Germany, however, focused on the fight and the fight alone.

Italy and Turkey fought. Turkey fired at Italy but Italy barely dodged those bullets. Of course, when it comes to training, Italy was slow. And when he's scarred, Italy runs fast as a cheetah. The way Italy ran in this battle surprised Germany. Italy didn't look scarred, but he knew better. Germany knows Italy's scarred but he's trying to surpress it. But, what even surprised Germany more was the fast shots of bullets Turkey was firing.

Italy fired at Turkey. But, he missed. 'Shoot! I missed!' He thought. The two of them ran out of bullets. Turkey grabbed a sword from his belt then charged with a cry. Italy dodged him and kicked the sword out of his hand. This shocked all of them but one. Italy was about to grab his small dagger( sorry didn't metion the weapons before 😅) but Turkey was fast enough to grab his own dagger. He grabbed it with his other hand, turned around, and stabbed the dagger through Italy's side.

*Italy Pov*

"Ah!" I felt pain in my side. It was painful very painful. My hand instictly went to my side. I felt warm, sticky liquid.  My vision starts spinning. "Italy!" All my friends.......

*Normal Pov* 

Turkey like what is laid infront of him. The country who beat him years ago was experiencing pain. He smirked evily. "What?! Gave up now?!" He laughed. He approached Italy and kicked him square in the stomach. The kick was hard he enough to make Italy roll over. "Come on! Your not as weak as before! Hmmmmm maybe you need motivation." He took two extra bullets and pointed it at Piri. She was frozen. Italy look up and his eyes widened. "NO!!" But Turkey pulled the trigger. 

Piri stood there. Fear strucked her. She couldn't move. It was like slow motion. Instead of feeling pain, she felt a body collide with hers' then the ground. She looked up and saw America.

"A-america?" 

He grinned. "Good thing I was just in time"

Italy felt relief. They were both ok. He looked back at the Turkish man. Eyes blazing with fire. "You can stab me." He took the dagger from his side. Blood was gushing out. "You can shoot me." He ripped a piece of his clothes and wrapped it around the wound. "You can kick me." He wobbly stood up with his dagger in hand. "You can hurt me all you want." He raised his arms, pretending to be a sheild infront of his friends. "But, I won't let you hurt them!"